I posted this story a few months ago on sims2community, but... whatever... I'm posting it here, too
It's about Anna who meets both happiness and sorrow in her troubled life.
to say it like this:
- you don't know life until you've experienced it on both good and bad...-----------------------------------------------------------------------
CHAPTER 1: what's wrong with me?-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Dear diary
My name is Anna. I found this web-page where you can write about yourself, you know, something like a diary that other people can read. So hello, everybody! I’ve been looking for something like this all since I started university two months ago, and I’ve given the address to all my friends at home. I don’t know anybody here yet, except Tiffany. She’s my best friend here, and we share a room in the apartments the school rent out for students. If you wonder, I’m studying maths, English and science, and all of those geeky classes. Maybe I may seem a bit geeky to all of you that don’t know me, but I’m not. Well, I like schoolwork, and I always try to do my best, so maybe I’m a bit geeky. Just maybe. Well, since I’ve got a lot of homework, I have to go back to it now, but stay tuned. I’ll be back!“Are you finished with the computer, Anna?” Tiffany asked. “I’ve got loads of homework, and I need to use the internet.”
“Yes, I’m finished. I’ve got a lot of homework, too, but mostly maths, and I don’t need the computer for that.” I rose from my chair. Suddenly, I felt really dizzy, and stumbled into the desk.
“Are you all right?” Tiffany asked.
“I think so. I’ve just been feeling dizzy a lot lately. It’s nothing to worry about, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You’re pale. And you don’t look too good. I think you need to go see the doctor, or at least lay down.” Tiffany felt my forehead. “And you’re burning up! Go to bed right now! You should skip school tomorrow. You’re sick.”
“No, I’m fine. It’s just hot in here.” I didn’t tell her anything about my stomach being all in an uproar, that my head that was about to explode, and that I felt near to fainting.
“I’m sure it’s just the flu or something, but you need to lie down, Anna, or you won’t get better.”
Tiffany supported me towards the bed, and I lay obediently down under the soft and warm covers, while I tried not to think about all the homework I was supposed to finish.
I really did feel tired, and I’d had troubles concentrating all evening.
I curled up under the covers, and fell asleep almost at once.
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I woke when I heard Tiffany getting herself ready for school the next morning.
“Why didn’t you wake me? I have to go to school!”
“You need to sleep. You’re sick, and the last thing you need is to do maths all day. Just try to get some sleep. I’ll tell the teacher you’re sick.” Tiffany took her shoulder bag and left the room.
I got up as soon as I heard the door lock behind her, but getting ready for school turned out to be harder than I had thought it would be.
The dizziness almost overwhelmed me, and the breakfast went right in the toilet after I had tried to eat it. I went to school feeling worse than ever.
I ran into the classroom, breathing “sorry I’m late” to the teacher, and sat down.
Tiffany gave me a look that said “Get to bed, or else…” when she saw me, but I didn’t care. We had an important test that day, and I didn’t want to miss it.
In the middle of the class, however, I knew that Tiffany had been right. I should definitely have stayed in bed. My concentration was at a minimum, and when I looked at the paper, the numbers seemed to jump around, almost like they were mocking me.
I blinked several times, and whispered to them that they’d better get to their right places, but they didn’t seem to hear me, and continued jumping around. They grew, and suddenly, one of them, number 8, jumped to the floor, and started dancing in front of me. I blinked. This wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right… something… the thought slipped from me. I had to go to bed. I was tired.
I looked down. All of a sudden, the floor did a sort of twist, and tipped up to meet my face.
My chair fell over me. A large number 5 ran over to me, yelled something to the others, and tried to lift me. Then someone turned off the light, and I could remember no more.