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[ A/N : This would be my first sim story. I can't say the plot is extraordinary or miraclous - just something I do when I'm bored and have plenty of time.
I apologize beforehand if the pictures are bad quality ... Anyway, thanks for all the creators whose stuff I used to make this story! :worship: ]
Camouflage - A Tale Of One Neighborhood
Adapted from Isaac's diary:
Please excuse me, Mister Old Book ... I'm really sorry I intruded to this house; apparently my family moved here today. This little town is quite lovely, when you look at it from far away, like I did from the plane at 6 AM this morning. I hope it's okay if I attach some pictures ...
This photo was taken from the plane and given to me - my dad, mother and sister were all sleeping after 12 hours of flying. I couldn't even blink my eye - I wanted to call Tory as soon as I could.
So, to spend some time, I scribbled on the picture. The house circled with the blue marker is our house. My mom, who always wants to live fabulous, bought this house. She didn't even ask Dad.
The houses inside the yellow circle are the snob's houses. They certainly are livin' it up. Those houses caught my Dad's interest. He likes expensive stuff; just like Mom.
The house in the red circle is empty - and at the same time it's the most expensive house in this game. Rumor has it that a rockstar is going to buy it. Though I highly doubt it - who in the world would want to live in the backwoods such as this place?!
The area in the green circle is the commercial zone - also, the high school is there. My sister is homeschooled. Mom teaches her when she has the time. Which she doesn't have anymore.
The first thing I remember about the house was that I was the first one to enter. I had sighed so deep that I wondered whether I'd have a shortage of oxygen - my expression when mom took this picture might tell you that.
Right after entering the house, I put our cat's, Raleigh's, bowl down to the floor and filled it. The small bag I was carrying was lain on the floor.
Raleigh is my only friend right now. He's not very talkative, but he's a very good listener.
I looked around the house. It was still empty - our stuff would be brought here tomorrow. I felt kind of lonesome alone, standing there. I took the bag again and stood there, now with the bag. I didn't feel so alone at that moment.
Dad said something about 'problems with communication'. My opinion is that he wanted to save the slightest money we had left. Mom loved things - especially those that weren't hers.
I remember my sister saying: "Why does brother look so sad? This house is so big that he could even have an elephant as a pet."
Mom had laughed - ironic enough, if Dad hadn't frozen her bank account, she would've bought an elephant already.
"I think he just misses his friends."
Like I had any friends ...
Dad went to make some coffee for us. Mostly to me - Dad was the only one in this family who somehow understood me. But that didn't mean that he wanted to make me feel happy. He had been very happy about this new house - even though I had said that I'd like to stay in my old school and graduate.
Meanwhile Dad had came back from kitchen - though I couldn't smell coffee. I looked up at him with a little anxiety in my eyes. Dad always told me that I had my grandmother's eyes.
"Isaac, you look tired ... Maybe you should take a nap instead of coffee?"
"Uh, Dad, it's okay. I'm fine. I just ..."
'Let my guard down ...', I thought.
"Isaac, I know you wanted to -" Dad started. I grimaced mentally and stopped him.
"Dad, I told you it was okay! I'm just a little dumbstruck by the new environment!" I tried to chukle nervously, but I failed.
Dad nodded and left. End of story for him, I guessed.
All of a sudden, my little sister, Anna, ran into the hall. Her eyes were wide with fear, but knowing her, she'd wet her pants if she saw a mouse.
"Anna, what's wrong? You don't look too well."
"I-Isaac! Y-You know, there's ... there's ... "
I heard mom's high-heeled steps from the door. I put my finger in front of Anna's mouth.
"Later." I whispered.
My mom, Donatella Danzig, was somewhat a perfectionist. Even the slightest whisper made her ask more questions that was necessary. She wanted to have a perfect life, perfect house, perfect relationship ...
No one would want to make her curious.
Mom's curious eyes met mine. I smiled the best I could and said as cheerfully as I could: "Now then, I'll go and help Dad with the coffee."
Mom nodded, a satisfied smile on her lips.
Anna stared at my back - she was mad.
When I found the kitchen, I saw Dad boosting his coffee with vodka he had taken from his pocket. I knocked on the door that was open before I entered the kitchen.
Not even twitching, he finished his coffee with one single sip and a grimace - the coffee was evidently too hot to drink.
"Uh, Dad, I think Anna's got something to tell you." I said hesitated. It was impossible to know if Dad was nervous or just felt like he'd take a sip of vodka.
"Honey ... "
Mom's voice lingered around the kitchen. The voice inside my head told her to get the hell out of here. But I remained silent.
Dad lifted his gaze from his coffee and put the coffee cup on the table. I cleaned it up at the same moment. If mom smelled the alcohol, she'd go nuts.
Dear Diary, I hate keeping this camouflage up and running ...
