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Lillian

Hi all.

I lot taking pictures in Sims, so here are some of my favorites.

Comments are encouraged.

Here is one of my favorite child sims, Mitzi.


For a big collage of her:
http://i1185.photobucket.com/albums/z345/Bubbles1321/Random%20Sims%20Pics/Children%20Toddlers%20and%20Babies/Mitzi/Mitzicollage.jpg





I'll post a bunch more later.

Comments welcome!

Olivia is doing better later on in the week, but I notice something horrible. There’s a hunk of her hair missing, where it’s bald underneath.



 I don’t point it out to her. What’s the point? She’ll just get upset over it.


She started chemotherapy three days ago, and that’s why we couldn’t see her. Her first round was rough.


With all the drama with Olivia, my parents have forgotten my birthday.  It was yesterday.  Happy fifteenth to me.  Collin remembered.



The necklace he gave me was beautiful. It was a music note, which thoroughly explains my passion for music. Collin got me so well.
 


But my family forgetting my birthday would have to wait, Olivia was sick. She needed everybody she could get.


Today she and I are sitting in the play area, talking. Peter is sitting on the couch next to me.



 There’s a girl who’s sicker than Olivia in the corner, coloring or something. She’s wearing a colorful bandana, sitting with a man, and what looks like his son. Maybe she’s his sister, the man looks too young to have a daughter that old. She looks very sick. From what I pick up, her name is Lindsae.




The scene that unfolds before us is horrible. It’s one of those things that’s so horrible you can’t look away. Lindsae is screaming for what I’m assuming her brother, “Nick!!!!”  Blood is coming from her mouth and nose, she’s convulsing.

The man quickly shoos the little boy over by the tele and screams for a nurse, he has Lindsae in his arms.



 Nurses quickly come in with a stretcher, wheeling the girl off. Nick follows them.


The little boy was left in the children’s’ room, we get to know him. His name is Trey, and that’s his daddy and his aunt Lindsae, she has leukemia, like Olivia. He tells us about his family, His twin step siblings, and his baby sister, Natalie.



 About an hour later a young woman with twin toddlers and an infant comes in and calls his name.



 “Trey, come on.” She sets down the car seat with the little girl and he hugs her. His dad joins them, I can tell he’s been crying.
“Jo, let’s take the kids home.” He says, grabbing her arm.



“Wait! Daddy, Mummy, I want you to meet my new friends! Peter, Olivia, and Hailey. They go to my school!  Olivia has leukemia like Aunt Lindsae. “ Nick’s body convulses in a silent sob.
“Hi, kids.” The mom answers, smiling at us. The toddlers have already found some toys to play with, she calls them, and she takes the little ones, Nick and Trey stay a little behind. “Dad, can I stay?” Trey asks,
“You’ll be back here for a test in a few weeks, besides, I’m sure you can come visit Olivia and them next time you come for blood testing.” I wondered about that, but I didn’t ask.

Later on, Olivia is wondering if she should go visit Lindsae, maybe they’d have something in common. I didn’t say that I overheard the nurses saying she had died.

I say goodnight, and leave with Peter, Becca, and my parents.

It’s raining when we leave, so we use umbrellas coming in. It’s cold, being the end of September.



I curl up in my bed when we get home, and drift to sleep listening to the rain pattering on the roof.





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This chapter is dedicated to the real Lindsae, who passed away in October 2010.

My simself actually has a cameo in this chapter too, she's the nurse with the black hair in the white scrubs when they take Lindsae away.
http://i1185.photobucket.com/albums/z345/Bubbles1321/snapshot_3a3b3bfe_3a45f13b.jpg[close up]


[I'll post two chapters at a time to get up to date with the current chapter]



-Bubbles

When I regain consciousness, I’m in my bed. Mom and Dad must have come home last night and tucked me in.



I look over at the clock, it says 3:00. I get up and look out my curtains.



The sun shines brightly in my eyes.  I go downstairs; the house rest of the house is dark and quiet, except for a light on in the kitchen.



It’s Becca.



“Hi HaileyWailey, I’m making some pancakes. Want some?” She asked cheerfully. Becca was a lot younger than my dad, she was only 27, and really upbeat.

“Um, No thanks. Is Peter up?”
 
“Yeah, I think Petey is up in Livvy’s room.” She gave us silly nicknames, some sort of aunt thing.

When I went upstairs, Peter was curled up in Olivia’s bed, crying.



“Peter, what’s wrong?” I asked him, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Olivia’s not coming home… possibly not ever! She promised she’d be right back after dance!  But she’s not coming home..”
“Peter, I’m sure, that someday she’ll be home. Not everybody dies from leukemia, and Olivia is strong. I’m sure she’ll get through this.”
“I just want to be left alone.”
I left the room.

I called Collin, my boyfriend. I told him about Olivia, he seemed genuinely upset.



He asked if he wanted me to come over, and I told him not when Becca was here. I didn’t want my aunt to know I had a boyfriend, that would be beyond embarrassing. She’d try to be like my big sister and drill me on every detail. Those are things I don’t want to share.

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When we get to the hospital later, Olivia is sitting up, with her eyes open. She still has several tubes hooked to her, but she’s better, at least.
“Hailey!” She says in as happy and as loud of a voice she can manage, although it’s barely above a whisper. She smiles a weak smile.
“Hey Olivia. How are you?” I say, delicately hugging her.
“I feel like a voodoo doll with all these needles stuck in me.” She joked. So like her. “Angela, can you get a glass of water for me?” She whispers to the nurse, who smiles kindly at her.



“Sure, Olivia.” Angela brings her a glass of water, and Olivia takes simple sips of it.
I spent most of the day with Olivia, just talking. Pretending she wasn’t sick. It was nice.

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The next morning I crawl out of bed, and head downstairs. Becca is making something,  I think it’s crepes for my parents.

 

“Hey, you actually made it up before noon. Want some?” Becca asks, dishing a plate.
“Sure. Thanks.” I scarf the crepes down and head back to my room.

Later, my dad calls me. He says there’s been some complication, and I can stay home if I want to, I won’t be able to see Olivia. Becca and Peter decide to go to the hospital anyways, to be there for my parents.

I call Collin.



“Hey, do you want to come over?” I asked him, trying to sound mysterious.
“Sure babe,  I’ll be over soon.”  He said excitedly.

He comes over, and we talk and kiss for a while.



 Things get heavier.   While he understands, there’s one thing he wants from me.

And I gave it to him.

My little sister made me watch Vampires Suck.

That was the last movie I watched.

Isabella [My best friend's name. <3]

Georgia

Hello.

I'm Bubbles.
Been called that by two of my close friends for four years, it's kinda stuck.
I have all the expansion packs for sims 2, play it everyday on my cute little Toshiba [Named Toni]

I'm writing a story, you can read it in the stories section, its called Olivia.

I've been stalking inSim for awhile now, finally decided to set up camp [an account] here. I was going to be bubbles1321 like my username on most other places, but it was taken here.

-Bubbles

The Blizzard has hit where I am, too.
My parents got sick of all the snow and decided to fly to Mexico for the week, ditching my younger sister on me. Lucky ducks got out before it got too bad.

Atleast I showed her Theraven's Little Fire Burning. She's pretty much hooked now. XD

Now I'm trying to finish chapter 8 of my story and get my assignment done before my classes tomorrow [assuming we have them, of course. It's supposed to be a bit warmer tomorrow. In the twenties. what a heatwave. ]

When Dad and I got to the hospital, Mom and Peter were already there, sitting in the waiting room. Mom was crying.



Dad asked me to take Peter to look at the babies in the nursery, but I think he just wanted to be alone with mom. I took Peter, he begrudgingly went, ranting to himself about missing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on the tele. I told him to hush up, that Olivia was here for a reason.



We looked at the babies for a while; Peter wanted to know if we could hold one.



I told him that these are other people’s babies, and I didn’t think they would let us.
“Hailey, why didn’t mom have another baby?” He asked me, curiosity in his eyes.
“Um, Well… I guess she and dad decided they didn’t want another baby. Besides, you’re a handful enough.” I said, ruffling his hair.


 “I guess so. I want a baby in the family. I’m sick of being the youngest.” He said, pouting.
“It’s no fun being the oldest, either, Peter.”
“Olivia has it all. She never gets any attention.”
What Peter said made me think. It was true. Olivia hardly ever got attention. She didn’t get the time to be the ‘baby’ of the family. She was only three when Peter was born. I felt kind of bad, between Peter’s firsts eclipsing Olivia’s, and my piano overtaking her ballet, what does Olivia have?

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When we joined back up with our parents, we still hadn’t heard anything. Mom was still crying. I looked out the window, the words “What does Olivia have?” overshadowing my thoughts. I let a few tears escape my eyes.   
A few moments later, a doctor came in.



“Hello. Olivia Fellows’ family, I presume?”
“Yes. Hello. I’m James Fellows, and this is my wife, Rachel. We’re Olivia’s parents.”
“Can you come with me? The other children can’t come, I’m sorry. Only parents are allowed in the isolation unit.”



Peter and I waited, sipping drinks and playing tic tac toe.




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Several hours later at around 4 am, my parents came out. The news they brought with them was terrible.


Olivia has AML, or Acute Myeloid Leukemia.  They said that she’s going to begin chemotherapy as soon as possible. She had regained consciousness, but she was heavily sedated. She was going to be moved to the cancer ward, and we could visit her tomorrow.

“What this means is that she won’t be coming home for a long time… Possibly not ever.” My mother managed to choke out.
“Olivia doesn’t  get to come home?" Peter said, sniffling.
"I'm afraid not, Peter." My dad said solemnly.

They called my aunt Becca to come pick me and Peter up. When we get home we collapsed on the couch from sleep deprivation.




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[just a teaser image of Olivia]

Hi all.

I've been posting this on moolightdragon [I'm Bubbles1321 on there, but for some reason it wouldn't let me register as that. hmm], but I decided I'd post it up here, as well.

It's up to chapter seven, but I'll just post the first two chapters, see how everybody likes it.




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Olivia, Chapter 1.


I remember when I was little, when my sister Olivia was born. I was six. I remember the horrible talk my mom had with me about getting a sister or brother. Little did I know, by the time I was nine, I had a newborn baby brother, and my three year old sister, Olivia.



I hated not getting any attention, so I acted out. At eight I started calling 911 about every two weeks. My dad kept getting fined.
At ten I was a bit worse, dabbling into graffiti. When I say dabbling, it wasn’t anything too terribly bad.

 



Now, at fourteen, I’ve changed. I’ll be going to high school this year. Olivia will start the third grade, being her fourth year at Hendersonville elementary. Peter, my brother, is five and starting kindergarden.



Olivia comes into my room before she heads off to dance.
 

She wants to know if I’ll do her hair for dance, Mom is busy.



When I’m done she darts out at Mom’s ‘Olivia! Time to go!’, she blurts a “Thanks Hails!” and is off. I watch them leave out my window.




When I have the house to myself, I play the piano. I love the music it gives me.


I dream about playing in front of people when I’m older. Or being a gothic rocker chic, like Amy Lee.



One day, when I'm home alone, I get a call.



“Hello?” I answer, it's my dad.

“Hailey, I’m coming to get you, can you grab some of Olivia’s things? She’s in the hospital. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Be ready to go.”

As I grabbed Olivia’s things, I made sure to get Dollie, her favorite toy. That would cheer her up. I stuffed some clothes into her pink backpack, and waited by the front door for my dad to come pick me up.



When I hopped into the car, my dad had a worried look. As we drove to the hospital, we had no clue how bad it would be.






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-Bubbles