Yo! Some of you probably remember me from the story A Little Magic or That's How It All Started. Well, if you don't, well, that's too bad. I'm Momobear9898; I have been reviewing a lot of people's stories. As of now, I will not continue A Little Magic. Sorry, but totally lost interest. Well, here's my new story. I hope you like it. Might be rated T for minor swearing.

Chapter 1

All Hail the Grouch Known As Vaughn!

I didn't really count on a rude awakening. Literally. I was having the most peaceful dream of me killing the Giant Toast, but it was ended by a heavy object jumping on me. I woke up with blue jean shorts on my stomach. I knew only one person on the island with blue jeans shorts and wears them every day: Julia. I looked up to see the most sugary sweet smile planted on the blonde's radiant face.

"Good Morning, Chelsea!" she said jumping up and down. I grunted every time she jumped. She may look tiny, but she is heavy. I rolled over, causing her to fall on her butt. I threw off the covers and sluggishly made my way over to me crappy bathroom. There was no water when the faucet was turned on. I growled and went over to my shower. I threw off my pajamas and hopped in. After my frigid cold shower, I changed into my work clothes, which consisted of a yellow shirt, orange vest, blue capris, red rubber boots, red bandana, and my diamond necklace my mother gave me. I brushed my teeth with my green toothbrush. The smell of burning eggs filled my nose. I rushed out of my bathroom and saw smoke filling the room. I ran to the windows and opened them. The smoke slowly filed out. Once it departed, there stood a soot covered Julia with her hair stinking up in all directions.

"Julia, I love you and all, but what the heck is wrong with you?" I said. She took off my oven mitts and took off my 'Kiss-The-Cook' apron and gently laid it down.

"Well, Denny said I was getting better with my cooking skills. He even turned red with excitement!" She squealed. Oh goddess is she really that dense, I thought to myself.

"Julia, as your friend, I'm telling you this, okay?"

"Okay"

"You can't cook for your life. I feel sorry for the man who is going to marry you. Never ever touch my cooking utensils or ingredients again, okay?" She pouted, but nodded her head.

"Good. Now scurry along, I have animals to attend too," I said pushing her out of my house. I looked out the window and saw her skipping down the path. After she was out of sight, I left to go water my crops and feed my animals. When I entered my barn, I saw my cow Pepper licking her baby Salt. I grabbed the fodder and put it in the feeding bins. I milked my two adult cows and petted my one baby cow. My demon cow, Hamburger, was lying in the corner. I wasn't going to mess with her. She is evil. My demon chickens already had enough feed for a week, so I left them alone. My horse, Alex, was just sleeping happily, so I quietly put some feed in the bin. I made my way into town. I went to see my good buddy Gannon. The guy was like a dad to me; a scary hulking big one, if I may add.

"Hey Gannon" I said as I walked through the door of his shop. Gannon was behind the counter, polishing off his hammer. When he saw me, he smiled a big toothy smile.

"Hey there, Chelsea. You're looking pretty pretty today!" (A.N. If any of you have the game Island of Happiness, you'll notice in the beginning he'll say that to you.) he said scratching behind his head. I smiled and walked to his counter, leaping onto it.

"I was smashing up some rocks when I got this mighty fineā€¦thing," I said pulling a rock material from out of my rucksack. I didn't really understand the rucksack. I mean, is it like a dark void that holds all your stuff, but when you want something it suddenly appears? Taro says it's made from a special material. He said it in a creepy voice, and then waddled off. I was just a little freaked out by that old man for a while after that. Gannon happily accepted my gift and put it behind his counter.

"A gift for me? Why, I'm so happy," he said.

"You're welcome Gannon. Hey, is Eliza here?"

"Ya, she is. She's in her room sleeping. Did you need something form her?" Gannon asked while switching his hammer out with his axe. He continued to polish.

"Ya, tell her to come by my house later about six, okay?"

"Sure, I can get her to do that. She obviously loves you"

"Thanks, Gannon. See ya around!" I called as I left. I walked over to Felicia's house and just walked in. As usual, Natalie and Elliot were arguing.

"Elliot, you bumbling idiot! You're supposed to put the milk and cheese into two different boxes! Now, I have to do it again!" Natalie yelled, stomping over to the boxes.

"No! Mother said that the dairies are supposed to be put into the same box," Elliot yelled stomping after his younger sister. Meanwhile, I'm standing a little away from the door and wondering why Elliot is touching the dairy products; he hates dairy. Elliot picked up the milk and started putting all the dairies into one box. Natalie grabbed the milk and started pulling. Elliot pulled back with the same amount of strength. Until finally, I heard a pop. It wasn't like, pop, it was like POP! Milk exploded all over the twins. It hit the cupboards, refrigerator, and all over the walls. It barely missed me. The twins looked totally baffled, but then there baffled faces were replaced with glares.

"Now look what you did! Look at this mess!" Natalie yelled pulling at her milk soaked pink hair. Elliot took off his glasses, shook his head, and put them back on. He narrowed his eyes at her. Elliot may look weak, but his glare is almost as creepy as mine. Natalie's glare faltered for a couple seconds, but quickly returned.

"My fault? You're the one who just does what you think is best, but your wrong half of the time. For once in your petty life, will you listen to me?" Elliot yelled. The two kept going on and on, but I was angry. Just as angry as the twins, maybe even more then both of the pink haired adults. I narrowed my eyes.

"Hey!" I yelled. Both looked at me with glares plastered on their faces, but they quickly departed. Like I said, my glare is pretty scary.

"That was my profit both of you just ruined! Do you know how hard it was to get that milk form that demon cow? It took my forever! Every time I visit both of you, you're both almost always quarrelling. Both of you are twenty-three years old, start acting like it!" I said. They looked at each other. I hated that creepy twin telepathy thing they do whenever they are considering things.

"We're sorry, Chelsea. You can leave and we'll clean this mess up" They both said at the exact same time.

"Good. Now after your done cleaning up, Elliot will take a shower first and Natalie you will go after him. Understood?" I said folding my arms across my chest. They bowed their heads and I turned around and left.

Once I was outside, I decided to head to the beach. The salty air calmed me somehow. I sat on the beach, happily enjoying the sound of the waves. A loud honk interrupted my daydreaming. A boat was coming in the distance. I stood up quickly and glanced at Denny's house. That fisherman can sleep through anything. The boat docked at the dock and a man walked out. I don't know what irked me more about him; either it was the cowboy get up or the cold attitude he showed the crew. When I say cowboy get up, I mean cowboy get up. He had the boots, black pants, shirt, vest, bandana, belt, lasso, tool case, and hat. He walked off the boat with a frown plastered on his pale face. He stepped onto the sandy beaches and looked down at me. I almost gasped when I looked at his amethyst eyes. They were beautiful. I didn't what him to see me gawking at him, so I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You know its freaking eighty degrees out and you're basically wearing all black." I said standing up. He scrunched up his nose at me.

"You know you look like a homeless woman, who barely eats anything, a day." he said. He had a deep, velvet voice. It sent shivers down my spine.

"What's with the cowboy get up, cowboy?" I said clicking my tongue. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Who the heck are you, hobo?" he said.

"I'm Chelsea. The farmer, here on this island; what are you supposed to be? A bull rider for the rodeo?" His eyes widened very slightly when I said farmer, but other than that, he kept narrowing his eyes as I proceeded.

"My name isn't of your concern. Now get out of my way, you good for nothing, hobo" he said. He actually pushed me out of the way and walked quickly into town. I didn't follow him because if I did, I'd probably punch his lights out. I huffed and stormed over to Denny's house. I banged on his door when I got there. The door opened revealing a sleepy looking Denny.

"Chelsea, is that you? What are you doing here? What time is it?" he said rubbing his head. I walked past him into his house. I sat on one of his purple mats on the floor. He slowly followed me and sat on a mat across from me. He was only wearing his boxers.

"Yes it's me. I'm your best friend. I'm here because I have a question. It's noon now. Aren't you supposed to be fishing soon?" I said trying to steer my gaze from his boxers. He's a grown man and he's wearing pink heart boxers. His eyes widened and he ran to his bathroom. After about a minute, he reentered back in the room. He ran over to his wall- which holds all of his fishing rods-, and selected a green and a blue one.

"Today's the day when the big one comes." he paused to put some bait in a bucket. "Lanna is sick and she was supposed to go with me. She said I can't go alone because last time I almost got sick, so," he looked at me with a sugary sweet smile on his face "would you like to go with me?" I looked at him.

"Denny," I said in a warning tone. Denny got down on his knees and gave me puppy dog eyes.

"Please, this only happens once a year. This King Fish appears at this time every few years. That's why I moved here. Please! Please!" he said. I sighed and stood up.

"Fine, but Denny if I freak out or start hitting you," I paused. He leaned in closer with sympathetic eyes. I looked at him and glared at him. "You totally deserved it"

"Good enough," he said. He handed me the fishing rod and the bucket. He walked ahead of me and I followed him. The beach's waves were very peaceful. It makes me feel at ease and not want to kill anyone. Isn't that wonderful? Denny moved the boat from the side of his hose to the ocean in less than five minutes. I looked at the blue waves licking the boat. I took a deep breath and stepped into the boat. It wasn't as bad as I expected, but it was nauseating. Denny looked at my face and busted out laughing. I glared at him and fixed my face.

"Let's just get this over with," I said putting my hair in a ponytail. Denny started rowing out farther away from the beach. I started having second thoughts about doing this. I closed my eyes and just breathed in the salty air. I felt the water land on my arm. I almost jumped from the coolness. Denny looked at me; I couldn't read his facial expression. I closed my eyes again and took deep breaths.

"Chelsea, we're here," Denny said holding my forearms. I opened my eyes and gasped. The island was maybe one hundred yards away. The other reason I gasped was because, seeing the island from a distance makes it look beautiful. The pink trees, green trees, and the way the waves licked the sand, it was enough to make my heart stop.

"This" I paused to look around, "this isn't so bad" I said admiring the view. Denny gave me the 'I-told-you-so-look', before getting a fishing rod.

"Yo Chelsea, you don't have to fish. I got you one if you decided to though." He handed me a blue fishing rod and he took a green one. I looked at the fishing rod. Denny put some hot dog bits on it. I gave him a confused look.

"This King Fish doesn't like worms. It likes hot dog and other meats," he said casting his line into the ocean.

"Denny, is this King Fish a carnivore?" I said tightening my grip on the fishing rod. Denny didn't look at me, but he nodded. I took another deep breath and slowly laid the rod down.

"What type of fish are you looking for?" Denny sighed and scratched his head.

"Here on this island, you can find six King Fish. There is the Spa Catfish, Carp, Squid, Huchen, Coelacanth, and the Angler Fish; the Carp is the hardest because you need to catch all the other fish before you get the Carp. I'm hoping to get the Angler Fish today because the weather is clear. The others have to be found on like the West side of town or the jungle. I live on the beach, so this fish should be close by." He said. I nodded my head and looked out at the sea. We waited and waited, until finally, Denny's line went under water. He stood up and started reeling and pulling.

"Chelsea, can you give me a hand, here?" Denny said. I stood up and pulled on his waist. Denny kept pulling on his fishing rod. Finally, with a splash of water, a big fish landed on the boat. I fell back and almost into the ocean. Denny grabbed my hand before I fell in. I looked down and recoiled. Ok, I have seen some pretty ugly things in my life, like my older brother for instance, but this is ugly. I looked at Denny and saw him with a grin on his face. He looked like a child on Christmas.

"Denny, I don't think this is a fish" I said poking it with the edge of the fishing rod. Denny picked it up and put it in a bucket.

"Sure it is. It's just a very ugly fish." Denny said. I wrinkled my nose and sneezed.

"Ya, okay, whatever you say. Hey what time is it?" He looked at his watch and looked back at me.

"Six-thirty" I widened my eyes.

"You need to get me back to the beach. I have Eliza coming to my house at six." He sat down and grabbed the rows.

"You mean the evil little girl, who came up to me and said I smelled like a trash can?" Denny said raising an eyebrow. I nodded my head. He started rowing us back to shore. I thanked him and ran to my house. By the time I got back, it was seven. I opened my door and saw Eliza sitting at my table, drinking tea.

"How did you get in my house?" I said closing the door. She looked over at me and smiled really big.

"You should lock your door more often." She said. That sort of creeped me out just a little. I pulled up a chair and sat across from her.

"Do you know why I called you here?" I said. She put one of her fingers on her cheek and shook her head.

"No, I don't know why," I shook my head.

"You have to give me back my bracelet" She looked at her wrist and a blue bracelet sparkled.

"Um, please can I keep it for a little while longer?" I sighed and looked at her. She gave me the cutest puppy dog eyes I have ever seen.

"Fine, but don't lose it," She giggled and hopped up from the chair. I stood up and walked over to my stove. Eliza ran over to me and wrapped her little arms around my waist.

"Thank you, Chelsea so much!" Before I could say goodbye, she ran out my front door.

"What a strange girl," I said. My home phone started ringing. I groaned and grabbed it.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey Chelsea!" The voice was so peppy it scared me. I cringed slightly.

"Hey Julia, what do you want?"

"Do you want to have dinner with my mom and me? My cousin came back today."

"Sure, whatever." I hung up the phone and walked to my closet. I threw off my work clothes and put on some jeans and a sleeveless top. I put on some flip flops and walked out the door. It didn't take long for me to arrive. I knocked on the door and waited. Julia opened the door and she was wearing a blue dress, which went pretty well with her blue eyes.

"Hey Chelsea, how are you?" Julia gushed.

"Good, now let me in," I said. I walked into shop and breathed in the baked bread. I love food. Mirabelle walked into the living room wearing a green top and blue jeans.

"Chelsea, you look very lovely today." Mirabelle said. I bowed my head in respect and smiled.

"Thank you, Mirabelle," I said. Julia grabbed my hand and took me to the kitchen. I sat down and my mouth started watering. Chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, macaroni and cheese, baked bread, and lemonade. Julia noticed me and started laughing.

"Chelsea, you are such a glutton," I glared at her. Mirabelle walked in and sat down. Julia sat down next to her.

"Julia, would you be a darling and call your cousin in?" Mirabelle asked. Julia stood up and walked out of the room.

"Vaughn, get your butt out here!" Julia yelled banging on a door. I heard a grunt and Julia returned followed by a man. I widened my eyes and stood up.

"You're the evil cowboy who called me a hobo!" I yelled. He glared at me.

"Well, you are a hobo," he said. I sat back down and he sat across from me. I angrily started stuffing my plate with food. I ate my food and glared at Vaughn. Vaughn completely ignored my glare. He did though look at me. I paused eating and looked at him.

"What?" I said looking at him.

"You're not just a hobo, but you are a fat one," he said. It took all my self-control not to reach across the table and rip his face off.

"Now Vaughn, that is rude. Apologize to Chelsea. Chelsea is not fat. She is fit from being a farmer," Mirabelle said. Vaughn groaned and left the room. I glared at him as he walked out. After dinner, I walked to the door.

"Thank you for dinner. It was very good," I said. Vaughn stood next to the doorway. I walked out the door. When I got home, I changed into my pajamas and sat on my bed. My phone started ringing again.

"What?" I snarled.

"So you're not only a fat hobo, but you're a fat, mean hobo" I heard the person say. It was that evil guy Vaughn.

"What do you want?" The line started beeping. He hung up. I screeched and went over to my bed and lied down.

"I am going to murder that idiot cowboy. Mark my words, I will!" I said.