Welcome to London Crossing

I'm sorry. Is that what you want to hear? It's been days, according to Isabelle, but it's begun to feel like months. I miss going to school, seeing family and friends, taking out the dogs, going to McDonald's and any other place I could get some fast food; Any food other than the usual pears, oranges, even apples if I'm that lucky. People around here think that I'm the crazy one! Here I am, a normal seventeen year old girl, forced to be in this weird, unnatural town with animals who have more freedom than I did in the first place, pay unrealistic amounts of money to said animals for a house, and have no real job in order to get the house I truly deserve since I'm stuck here for who knows how long.
To think, all of this happened because I got mad at my brother for something I don't even remember, took his stupid game, started it, and just so happened to, well, not save the game. Now, I'm stuck in what I guess the big man upstairs would call punishment.
Yes! Finally! 100 down, 398,000 to go! Sorry, I got a bit distracted. Hah, makes me laugh at times like these, times when I mentally tell my mother something that completely goes against every argument we had when I was little and begging for a toy she couldn't get me. This was the first time I had laughed in forever, but I wish I could tell her to her face to see the amusement in her eyes.
Yes, mum. Money does fall from the trees...