Ok, this is my first
real Sim-story, but I'm quite proud of it personally.
It's all written and ready to be posted, but there will still be delays so I can get pictures, but the first two or three I believe are ready.
Here's chapter one, just to test the waters -
Please tell me how you like it or if you don't -
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Hey all. My name’s Andrea Lusana and welcome to my life!
I know most of the sob stories you hear aren’t true or are at least exaggerated. I dare those people to live my life until this point. Why until this point, you ask. Well, because things can only get better from here, and if they do I want to be myself when it happens.
As you can see, I’m pale. Scratch that, I’m transparent. And that’s one of the problems. My mom, Emilime (her parents must’ve had a strange sense of humour for that one) is a drow, or in layman’s terms, a dark elf.
‘But,’ I’m sure you’re thinking, ‘your father has light skin, right?’
Wrong. My father might not be a drow, but he is pretty dark. His name is Thos, like the word dose only with a ‘T’. And since my parents are so dark-skinned, you know what my skin colour means!
No…I’m not adopted! I’m albino, and the only one I know of. I know that the red hair comes from my grandfather on Dad’s side, but the albinism makes it pink. And though I may look it, I’m not blind. My vision may be poor, and glasses might not help, but I can still see.
So, let’s get to the actual story, shall we?
September 14 was to be my first day at Corrin County High, a good day for people like me who love being around others, but the usual morning routine deterred us from that path. I woke up at four in the morning, as always when I’m nervous, and went to the main part of the house. I didn’t dare turn on the TV, due to my mom’s enhanced hearing, but instead showered and dressed for school.
Oh, I didn’t mention, did I? As well as being pale as a ghost (and I’ve seen one before mind you) I also have an hourglass figure. ‘What’s wrong with that?’ you may ask. And I’ll respond with ‘Nothing. If you’re a girl that is.’
At my last school I never hid my figure, and that was even more grounds for teasing than my colouring! So now I wear jackets and baggy sweaters as much as possible, unless it’s just at home. If I could, at home I’d go around starkers!
But, getting back to the point. I was ready to go to school by five, and after that I lazed about for the other two-and-a-half hours it took my parents to wake up. My father was first to show himself. The playful, teasing lecture he gave me about my abnormal sleep habits was enough for me to ignore my mom’s entrance into the room.
“Thos, when will you be serious with him?” she asked sternly. I saw her glaring in my general direction (she rarely looked right at me) and I turned away.
“Come on Em. It’s his first day, and you remember what happened last time.” ‘Last time’ I had been chased from the school by lunchtime and was waiting at home two hours before school was supposed to be out when my father got back from work.
She huffed and went back to the omelet she had been hard at work on and tuned us out. My father turned back to me and opened his mouth but I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it,” I assured him quietly. Picking up my stuff I headed out the door, deciding to walk instead of wait for the bus.
School was…different. Most of the students had strange colouring to them, and I even met a boy my age who has a father and younger brother with the same tone as I do, and one of the teachers was green-skinned for crying out loud! I was shocked at the welcome-ness the place exuded.
Once home I put away my homework (they were already a few weeks in) and let off a torrent of how great my day was. My dad was ecstatic, and I couldn’t help but notice mom leave the room once I got started. The day passed as normal in my house, until dusk.
Anyone who knows me will tell you that my mom is a bit psychotic sometimes. Meaning, she flies off the handle at any little thing; or nothing in this case. She snapped and began to yell at me. I could only catch words like ‘albino, pale, dark,’ and ‘skin’. I’m pretty sure ‘freak’ and ‘abomination’ were thrown in a few times too. Now, I tell you, no matter how good your day is, once you get called an abomination by someone as closely related as your mother, no matter how much you hate each other, it’s bad.
I tried to keep calm, I really did! But when she pulled me off the couch (dad had already gone to bed) and screeched in my face, I lost it. Our voices escalated until I was sure the neighbors could hear us. A kind of white pain flashed across my face as her hand made contact and I leapt at the chance I was given. I curled my finger into a fist and hit right back.
Leaving her stunned, I took off. My feet pounded, as did my heart, and I ran all the way across town. At least a good solid four miles later I found what I was looking for. A park I had seen on our first visit to the house we ended up buying. It was crowded despite the late hour and I contemplated going to the store or restaurant until I saw a secluded area. Checking, I saw it was empty save for a few benches, where-as the swings and picnic tables had been full up, and took one as my own.
How long did I sit there? I don’t know…a few minutes…an hour? All I know was eventually tears found their way up and out and soon I was bawling. I didn’t even hear him until he touched my shoulder. Jerking up I saw one of the boys from a grade below me. Jar? Was that his name?
It didn’t matter right then. The waterworks continued and the dark-skinned, blue-haired boy took a seat beside me, trying to quell them. Again, I don’t know how long I cried, just that his tank top and my jacket were soaked through by the time I turned off the faucets.
I wiped my face and looked up to the boy again. He smiled gently and offered his hand. “I’m Jahre,” his voice was quiet, as though he didn’t want to be found. I introduced myself and we began to talk. At first it was school, then it was TV and music. It must’ve been three in the morning by the time one of us yawned and we said good-bye. I had yet to tell him why I was crying, though he had asked countless times.
I went home and crawled into bed; thankful it was Saturday.
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