Authors Note:Yay, first authors note! I don't know if I'm doing this right, but oh well. and by the way I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. (Except for one I might add in later ;D –hint hint) Natsume owns these little guys, and I just write about them :) On a side note I should be updating AT LEAST once a week. Who knows, I might update more than twice in one day O___o by the way my name's lexi ;D private message me if you want to ask something... but keep on reviewing! (otherwise i wont know if im doing very suckishly or something!) Even if you hate it, review review review!!! by the way, it might be a LITTLE boring at the begining, but TRUST me, it gets A LOT better later on. :D hope you LOVE IT :End Authors Note

Chapter One

The Exciting Ranch Plan

I walked away from the dull gray building, fuming. I muttered under my breath, barely making out what I was even trying to say. I opened my car door and slammed it a bit too hard, shattering some paint chunks from my badly executed paint job. I pulled my legs up and embraced them, resting my chin on my knees. My eyes watered as I tried to catch up to what had just happened. My boss had just fired me, I had just lost my apartment because of late bills, and unless I randomly won the lotto I was at what was commonly called a moot point. Luckily, my prepaid phone still had service… my mom was paying for it. I felt really bad, considering I was usually pretty independent. I strolled down my contacts list; it wasn't so big, since I didn't have many friends. I reached 'Mom' and pressed the little green phone sign on the side.

--A while later--

I had been living at my mom's house, about an hour from my old apartment, for 3 weeks now. I'd decided to get a hot dog, but stopped when I saw a flyer on the ground that caught my eye. The heading read 'Exciting Ranch Plan'. It said something along the lines of…

"Need a break? Need something apart from a crazy city life? Need a new lifestyle? Well, come to Flower Bud Village! We're looking for some exciting ranchers for our exciting ranch plan! So, come get a FREE, that's right, FREE lot, today! **while supplies last**

-Mayor Theodore of Flower Bud Village"

"Flower Bud Village…" I'd said to myself. I'd never even thought of moving out of the city. I'd been born and raised here, and I knew nothing about farming or … ranching, if that was even a word. But, now seemed like the right time. The right time for a change, and I could feel it. I walked home, deciding I'd need some exercise if I was going to hustle-and-bustle with this whole "Farm Life" thing. I looked in the glass window, and my mom was cheerfully watching T.V. I walked in, anxious, and sort of scared of what my mother would think. I could feel that this would turn into a fight. I was determined to win.

--5 minutes later--

"Jasmine," she said sternly, "You are not going to live on a farm." I scoffed, "Who says? You? I'm not twelve, mom." "Jazz, I have a bad feeling about this, I mean what happens if you don't make it? Are you going to be in debt? I seriously doubt that they're going to just give you a free plot of land," she paused to snort and went back to her rant, "and besides, you couldn't even last a month at science camp. Let alone a life in the country. You wouldn't last a year." This angered me, and somehow encouraged me to go, even more. I loved a challenge. "I'll show you!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, "You'll see!" I stomped to the door and said, "By the way, I'm leaving tonight!" I yelled over my shoulder, and ran to my room. In the back of my mind I felt embarrassed from my teenager-ish behavior.

I could feel my head cooling down by the time I got to my room, then my mom's words started to sink in. "You wouldn't last a year." I shook my head, trying to take these compelling words out of it. I had to win. I plopped down on my bed, and looked at the ceiling. What if I didn't make it? Would I have to come back here and ask my mom to take care of me again?! I rolled on my side, and looked at the clock. I had 2 hours until I would board the bus to Flower Bud Village. I decided to pack my luggage now, but realized I had a dilemma at hand. What would I wear? I shuffled through my drawer looking for something country-ish. The closest I could find was a pink vest with a cream blouse, and some shorts. I added a red bandanna I had gotten at the one dollar store around my neck, and put my hair in pigtails. I couldn't have my hair flopping around all over my face. I packed pajamas, and thought I would buy some comfy farm-wear in the Village. I packed my necessities, and it was about time to leave. I stomped out of the house without a word; I was still a little pissed about the event today. I'd write later once my head was cleared. I struggled to keep the voice in the back of my head quiet, but it just kept whispering, "Are you sure about this" or, "What the hell are you doing?!" I sighed and shook my head once again. But, what did I have to lose?