"My Son" -- Updated 27/12/06 (CH3PII with pics) -- My first sim story!
oddball011:
OMG
SimulatedDork I know the feeling , just got off grounding lol
SimulatedDork:
As if my grounding was a problem, I've decided to give the awful Maxis Cassie, Darren, Don etc. a makeover but it's all woven into the threads of the story (whether or not it makes sense...)
SimulatedDork:
Chapter Three - The History. Part II - First Date.
(writing as Rose Goth)
[Be]Cause I'm a wishful thinker (with the worst intentions...) - Last Summer – Taking Back Sunday
I finally muster up enough energy to get my lazy self out of bed a changed into a simple blue dress. I chose my French white bench that was positioned comfortably against the wall. Yeah, I was going to miss my old room.
But now that I was fully awake, my head shook and my heart fizzed: Saturday. But remember – not every Saturday brings head-shaking-heart-fizzing filled mornings. Today was...
My first date.
Ever.
With?
William Agnolês Langerak-Pleasant.
Such a posh name, don’t you think? And I’m 13 – 14 tomorrow, no better time to have…
My first date.
Ever.
With?
William Agnolês Langerak-Pleasant.
It really will be grand. Just us two: his “place”! How romantic”! I absoloutly adore him – and mother says he’s a fine boy too. Approval – the first step to marriage!
But his – place – swoon – is SUCH a long way away. And the odd thing is he insists I walk it. But I plan to look my best – obviously! First date! – so I don’t know what I’m supposed to do if I get messed up on the way. But Will says I “could never be messed up” and he must mean it because I am defiantly going to meet him – walk or no walk!
But I don’t imagine mother or Darren would approve of what I was wearing: a fancy top, a denim skirt and posh red boots. I saved up all my pocket money for the best mascara and cutest red trimmings for my otherwise plain skirt. I’ve never worn anything like it before! But that makes it all the more special, right? And all of it’s my own – I earned it all! Well, all but the ribbon for my hair. That was my grandmother’s. My own mother, Cassandra, rarely spoke about her mother. Infact, I don’t know her name for sure. But I’m sure it was something pretty – the Goth’s have had royal names for generations and mother says she upheld that when she named me Rose. Whatever. You couldn’t get a worse name I say!
“G’morning, Rose” says Darren cheerfully. Something is wrong. I grunt in return.
“Rosemary Dreamer – Goth, whatever: you do not greet your father –”
“Mother, I’m sure you didn’t just say ‘father’, did you?” I ask wisely, and that should shut her up.
“Mum?” peeps Mercury who is only two years younger then me. “Who is Rose’s dad?”
I am starting to burn up. Mercury shouldn’t ask that! But then, was it that obvious? Nobody says anything, and it isn’t my place to break the silence. Mother then says, shockingly,
“Well Rose, if you don’t want to hear the answer, then don’t ask the question.”
And I think she thinks that will shut me up.
*****
I stormed out angrily with hardly any breakfast down me. How could mother do this to me, lie with such innocence? I may not know who my dad was although why exactly mother couldn’t tell me I don’t know. What was the problem? I was – and still am – who I am. There is not a single person, not least Darren Dreamer, I could suspect to be my father. My skin’s too light, but not as light as William’s – he get’s it from his mother. I wonder what I get from my mother. Her eyes. And Riley too. Our skin – it’s the same as mother’s. And Darren has too dark a skin shade and blue eyes – it’s not him. But that was never a mystery at all: Darren could have been my biological father – screw genetics – but the love of the father? Hardly. But whoever my father is, he isn’t much better when it comes being there.
SimulatedDork:
Damn, I am close to killing:
My Computer
My Sims
My photohost
Myself!!!
Sorry about the lack of pictures :S
starlucid:
aww simulated what happened? Am I right Rose is really Don's kid not Riley?
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