So, this whole story has been re written..i did not like the way I had written it, so I decided to re write the chapters again. Sorry if that confuses those of you who had read this story before...But I hope you like this chapter too!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon or it's characters.

I looked everywhere for my best friend Skyler. We had been playing hide and go seek, but the thing was, I just couldn't find him! "Skye! Where are you?" I call out his name. "You can come out now, I give up already!" I say, admitting defeat. I look around some more, and still he doesn't show. I was starting to become frustrated. "You know what?, Fine! If you don't come out, your not getting any cake at all today!" I yell. Today was my 10th birthday, and I didn't like the idea of being outside when I could be inside getting cake.

Suddenly, I feel two arms grab me and pull me into a hug. I look up, only to see Skyler. He is 12 years old, 2 years older than I am. He has brown hair, green eyes, and is kind of tall for his age. I smile up at him. "Skyler come on let's go! We have to go get cake and greet everybody inside!" I say happily.

He then let's go of me and smiles down at me. We walk back into my house and meet all of our friends. We eat food and play games, then it is time for the presents. As I open them I can see my mother smiling at me. She reminds me to say thank you to each person as I open them. I nod my head.

Soon after that, it was time for the cake. And once more, I couldn't find Skyler. It was as if he was a spy or some other, with the way he kept appearing and dissapearing out of no where like that. I slowly wander around my family's farm loooking for him again. Now where could he have gone?

"Jill!" I hear a familiar voice say. I look around and find him in a tree. "Honestly, how do you do these things?" I ask him while laughing a bit. Then out of no where, he is right in front of me. I look around surprised, with my mouth agape. He had jumped off as if the tree wasn't high. I am pretty sure he is a ninja now.

He then hands me a small box. I look at it confused. "It's your present, you silly girl!" Skyler says.

A huge smile spreads on my face as I unwrap it. It was a necklace with a cute unicorn on it.

"Thank you so much, Skyler! I love it! It's so cute!" I say while smiling. He smiles back at me. "I'm glad you like it, Jill."

A Couple of Months later...

I awake to the sound of crying, and quickly run to my parents room. I look around to see my crying mother, and my father trying to comfort her. "Dad, W-What happened?" I slowly ask, confused as to what was going on. My dad then sets me down on the bed and explains that my grandpa, had passed away. "What? No! No, not grandpa!" I scream as I fall to the floor, crying. My mother then walks over , helps me up, and began to hug me as she was still crying herself. We both loved grandpa dearly...We then sat on the bed, crying for a long time before I fall asleep.

I silently have dreams about me and my grandpa. How we had always fed the ducks on his farm, how he had taught me how to ride a horse, not even two years ago, and many more things. I sniffle a bit as I am sleeping.

"Jill..it's time to get up." A voice says. I look around and see my dad. He had woken me up, so I could get ready to pack my things. We were going to go visit my grandfather's farm, and to check up on grandma. I sleepily walk into my room as I look in my dresser for clothes and any other things I might take with me.

I look on top of the dresser and see the necklace Skyler had given me a couple of months earlier. I hadn't seen him since that day on my birthday, and I had even began to worry a lot about him, but my mother had said that he and his family had moved away. I had been awfully sad about that, but we would still be friends, no matter what. He had told me that himself.

I look down at the necklace, and take it with me.

A couple of hours later we had pulled onto my grandpa's farm. It hadn't changed at all since last year. Tears begin to form in my eyes. I then step out of the car, only to be tackled by what seemed a hundred younger cousins. I tried to put on the best smile I could.

After that evening, everything seemed to fly by..my grandpa's funeral had passed, and everything was just going..fast motion, I guess you could say. Once or twice I had overheard my parents talking about how I would one day own and live on this farm with my grandpa's friend, but I didn't understand all that much..what did they mean?