Ava (added chapter 8)
Katie:
I've already re-written the first three chapters ;)
I'm planning on posting the re-done part where "tayelor 2006" is, because that's not the part I wanted at all :/
And an update soon too.
Katie:
Hey, just letting you know I've updated chapter Four. ;)
CHAPTER FIVE:
Alex
2010
Even I know how silly we had looked. Wearing pajamas and facemasks in the middle of the day. But no one seemed to mind. My youngest brother, Aidan, tried to peel his mask off- but if he did, he’d have to leave.
“Hi Ava,” I said when she woke up.
A smile appeared on her face, then darted away as she pushed the button on her self-use morphine IV.
This was the day she started getting better. The best memory I have from when I was little.
“Ava, I’m not really sure you should do that.” I add, once more.
“Alex, I’m not really sure you should talk.
Ava climbs up the counter, and picks out a bottle of painkillers, and takes two swiftly out of the container, and pops them in her mouth.
“What if something happens?”
“What’s the worst that could happen?” She asks easily.
It must be fun to be so care-free, Ava has no choice, if she cares too much she’ll never have any fun. If she worries all the time like the rest of us, she’ll live in the hospital. She hardly lets us put her in there when she really needs it.
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I don't think that I'm going to add pictures... I think it takes away from what he's saying and plus I'm too lazy. I'll do a real chapter later. ;)
caffeinated.joy:
Just want to point out this is the "Sims 2 stories section" and not the "general fiction section", so pictures would definitely be a good thing. ;)
Katie:
Well most chapters do have pictures... but this one doesn't because it's so... short. And plus I actually deleted the nighborhood I was using somehow and I've been trying to reconstruct. And... I think Ava's head would be through the upper cabinet if I had her up there :/
Next chapter will have pics, that's a promise.
Katie:
DOUBLE POST! :eek:
Ava
2010
“Can you imagine it?”
“Um, what?” Aidan asks.
“If I wasn’t sick.” I simply say.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if I had been born healthy and on time, and never got sick at all in the first place. Wouldn’t that be magical?”
Judging by the look on his face, he has no idea what I am talking about.
“What if things were different?” I ask.
What if things were different? I imagine life in impossible ways every night, but I’ve never told anyone.
What if I was a pirate, sailing the deep blue ocean, and battling while on a quest for amazing treasures?
Or a princess, locked up tight in a castle with a wicked step-mother and a father who has me up on a pedestal.
Or maybe a walrus, in the sea, trying not to be eaten by a shark or killer whale, while trying to get my fill of fish.
What if I was a zookeeper’s daughter, and helped to feed lions and penguins every day?
I wonder what life would have been like if I were normal, and never been sick. I would go to school, and everyone would be happy. Would Aidan, born as my, and Tayelor’s savior, ever have been born? Or Ryan, born as a playmate for poor Aidan?
Maybe it’s best to put all these crazy dreams to rest.
I tell Aidan of all my wonders, and he sheepishly admits to wondering about if I had never been born, how he’d wondered if he’d have been born sick, or healthy, how old he would be, and if he would never have seen a hospital in his life.
Inside me I know, if it were not me who was ill, someone else would be.
I also knew that it would be Aidan.
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