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Simmers' Paradise / Sims Stories / What Hurts The Most~Updated 9/13
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on: July 29, 2008, 08:13:11 pm
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Thanks guys. I really appreciate the comments you've given me. But we're renovating our house and it's hard for me to get on the computer with my parents always telling me to do stuff for them. But I do not give up on sims! The new chapters will be up soon and warning: you're in for a shocker later in the story!
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Simmers' Paradise / Sims Stories / Chapter 5
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on: July 26, 2008, 02:35:57 pm
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Say what now?“Er, uh, Jake? Can I talk to you in the kitchen?” “Sure.” I closed the door to the kitchen. “What the hell do you think this is? A hotel? You didn’t even tell me you had a daughter!” I yelled.  “I’ll explain if you just calm down and listen.”  “This had better be a good explanation!”  “When I graduated from college, I was at a bar celebrating. Naturally, I got drunk. I was drunk when I met Jill’s mom. We went back to her place.” I scoffed. “Whatever. Look, I didn’t know I had a daughter until two days ago. I got a phone call from the hospital that said Jill’s mom had died from an overdose of drugs. I couldn’t just leave Jill all alone with no parents! Please let her stay here Lex, please!” he begged. “Oh fine.” I said. “Besides, Kista will have someone to play with now. But what about out other suprise?” “I’ll take care of that.” Jake walked back into the room. “Okay girls, go in the basement, we have one more suprise!” The girls went downstars Jake brought out a ball of balck fur. “Girls, meet Skori.” he said.  The girls squealed with delight. Kista ran and scooped him up.  “Hi little kitty!” Kista cooed. “Aw! He’s so cute!” Jill said. I got used to having Jill around. It gave Kista someone to play with.  They became the best of friends.  They even told secrets to each other. How cute!  At first, I thought she was going to be just another mouth to feed, but she turned out to be a sweet little girl that we all loved.  [/FONT] |
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Simmers' Paradise / Sims Stories / Chapter 4
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on: July 26, 2008, 01:59:56 pm
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As time passed, and it got closer and closer to Kista’s birthday, she was jabbering more than ever! She was running around the house within weeks. One night, Jake was putting Kista to bed. I came in to say good night. “Night mommy” she said to me. “Night night Dada.” she said to Jake. Me and Jake shared a glance.
Before we knew it, the day had arrived. Jake cheered when I brought Kista to her cake.
We blew out her candles.
And It was time.
She changed into a beautiful child.
“You girls go upstairs, I have a surprise for you.” Jake said to us.
“Come on sweetie, I’ll show you your new room!” I said to Kista.
She raced upstairs, with me not too far behind. Kista squealed with delight. There was a hamster, a toychest, a dollhouse, and.... two beds?
“Mommy, why are there two beds?” Kista asked.
“I’m not sure” I replied.
“You can come down girls! In the livingroom!” Jake called. Maybe he had an explanation for this. We went back downstairs. There was a girl Kista’s age in our livingroom.
“Girls, meet Jill.” Jake said.
“My daughter.”
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Simmers' Paradise / Sims Stories / Chapter 3
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on: July 26, 2008, 01:57:25 pm
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One day, me and Kista were happily eating lunch when the phone rang.
“Hello?” I said.
“Mrs. Hershey?” said a male voice.
“Speaking.”
“Yes. Um, I’m calling in response to your ad in the paper.”
“Really?” I said, realizing the voice sounded familiar. “Wait, who is this?”
“Hey Lex. It’s Jake Hart.”
Jake Hart was my high school sweetheart. But we broke up when we went to separate colleges. I hadn’t seen him in ages.
“Omigosh! Hi!” I said.
“Hey. Word on the street is you need some help. I’d be glad to.”
“Of course you can help! When can you start?”
“How about in two hours?”
“So soon?”
“Sure. Why not.”
“Oh. Alright.” I had to go to work soon anyway.
Jake arrived two hours later, as promised. He looked pretty good.
I didn’t know how I should greet him. Should I hug him? Handshake with him? A simple ‘Hi’?
Jake pulled me into a hug.
That works.
“So where’s your daughter...”
“Kista.”
“Right. Where’s Kista?”
“She’s down for a nap. Would you like to see her?”
“Sure.”
We walked up the stairs and into Kista’s room. She was sleeping peacefully.
“Aw. Hi sweetie. I’m Jake and I’m here to take care of you.” Jake cooed.
“Oh! I have to go to work before I’m late.” I said. “Don’t let me down Jake!”
“Don’t worry. I won’t.” He smiled.
I came home hours later. Jake and Kista seemed to be asleep, so I came in quietly. I took a nice shower and got in bed.
I woke up to the sound of Kista’s crying. I glanced at my clock on my nightstand. 3:00 AM it read. I groaned and rolled out of bed. I got to Kista’s room only to find Jake in there, calming her down.
I backed out of the room quietly and went back to bed.
Over the months, Jake was a huge help. I have to admit it was a little awkward at first, having part of my past living in my house, but I grew uesd to it. And our relationship was blossoming into a little more than friends. One day, Kista decided to sleep in. Jake and I celebrated with breakfast together. We were halfway done with out pancakes when Kista waltzed right in and said “Me hungy!!”
I couldn’t believe my eyes! My baby Kista was walking! She would be a child soon! We rewarded her with her favorite cereal. Jake cleaned up afterwards. Wasn’t that nice of him?
“Well, I have to get to work early today, big meeting.” I said.
“Bye.” Jake said, pulling me into a kiss. I was shocked.
“Uh... bye!” I said, running out the door. That was the first time he had ever kissed me since we broke up. |
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Simmers' Paradise / Sims Stories / Chapter 2
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on: July 25, 2008, 02:29:01 am
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“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice shaking. “I’m sorry to say this ma’am but, your husband was in a car crash and died instantly.” I dropped the phone and cried. All I remember is: The world went black. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A year passed, I mourned Lance every day. Kista always cried for her Daddy.  Daddy never answered. Despite the fact we were devastated, we had some good times.  And some bad times   Kista was a hand full. And finding a babysitter so I could go to work wasn’t too grand either. She would wake up in the middle of the night,  I would take her out of her crib, go downstairs, put her in her highchair,  She would fuss until Mommy got her bottle,  Then back to bed,  Then she was out like a light until 8:00 A.M.  With all this commotion, I’d say I needed some help. So I put an ad in the newspaper. [/FONT] Sorry it took so long. I was super busy. |
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I would die if my game crashed!