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

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