Monday, July 1, 2013

Generation 2: Chapter 1: You Don't Know Me

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Author's Note: Yep, I'm back to blogging after disappearing for a few months ^-^ I just needed some time away from Sims to focus on school and stuff. But now it's summer where I live and I'm bored.. so yep. Also, I'e made quite a few changes to this blog, like changing their last name to Vilas, because I liked it more. So enjoy anyways and stay awesome ;)
*Celesta's POV*

So, I guess I'm heiress for my dead mother's 100 Baby Challenge. Great , just great. To be honest, I really don't want to do this. But I have to do this, my mother asked me to do this for her and it'll be what she always wanted. I'm not really sad that she died, though...

I just am not sad, though. I've got Dad, July and Elizabeth, and Viviana and Sean. And my family is practically filthy rich owns the island that my mom's friends "gave" to her. Dad owns the island now, technically, and I know I'll be next in line for it when I grow up, because I "am the heiress to the 100 Baby Challenge after all" said my mother. I just want to leave this island, I know there is a world beyond here. We can't be stranded on this island forever. 

"Daddy," I jumped into my daddy's arms.

"When can we move to a new town?"

"Well, I like it here."

"But daddy, I'm tired of living here!"

"Sweetie it's nice though! You wouldn't like moving to a town anyways. And plus, it's bedtime. You have your first day of school tomorrow- remember?"


School. A nice place. To meet friends, learn and eat lunch. A friendly place. Or so I thought.

"Hey, newbie!"

A girl with blonde hair and sea blue eyes appeared in front of me out of nowhere with another girl with brown hair and blue eyes.

"My name's Jordyn, and that's my best friend, Skylar." the blonde remarked.

"Listen, settle a bet, don't your parents own the island?"


"So, then you must be rich?"

"A little bit, why?"

"Well, your parents may rule this island, but WE rule this school. So don't take this from us, you pathetic rat."

"I-I didn't say anything about controlling the school!"

"Just scram, you worm-infested weasel!"

"Nice one there, Jordyn."

"Lol, thanks Sky."

"Since when did that louse think glasses and dresses were cool?"

"Those were NEVER cool! Only losers would wear that."

I knew that Jordyn and Skylar were just being immature jerks. I like myself the way it is and nothing can ever change that. So they can go suck on eggs.

When class began, I chose a spot next to another girl who has green hair and silverly eyes. She seemed shy, so we didn't talk, at first. The classroom was pretty bland, with boring wallpaper and carpet, barely any decorations, and not even a chalkboard could be found.

"I... I like your pencil holder." She pointed to my pencil holder, which had a dog on it.


"...My name's Cheyenne, what's yours?"


I looked over at the table that had Jordyn and Skylar at it and they both made faces at us. How the teacher didn't catch it, I don't know.

"Look, the two ducks are actually getting along!" Jordyn whispered to Skylar.

"You knew it was gonna happen, Jojo!"

"C-C-Celesta... t-t-they're talking a-a-about us.."

"Cheyenne, don't listen to Jordyn and Skylar. They're just jerks who think they own this place. We'll take care of them after school."

"Alright, class, my name is Mrs. Farmore, and welcome to your first day of school. We have a lot to do this year, so let's get busy by opening your history books to page 35, where we will begin to learn about the history of our USA by starting with the pilgrims."

I whispered to Cheyenne, "She sure does talk a lot."

"Yea. And fast."

The teacher kept going on. "Now, class, the pilgrims sailed to New England, also known as the northeast part of America, on a ship called the Mayflower in 1620. The ship carried 102 pilgrims. When they reached New England, the pilgrims met the Indians and they had the first Thanksgiving a year later in 1621. However-"

I looked over at Jordyn and Skylar, who was already staring into my soul.

"War." I mouthed to her.

Skylar stuck her tongue out at as and then whispered something to Jordyn. They giggled and whispered again.

After school, Cheyenne and I got to the local park where Jordyn and Skylar were waiting.

"You're here."


How would you feel every time you go to school
Someone's looking at you weird calling you a loser
All these girls wearing bubble-gum pink
Guess I didn't get the memo
Cause they're laughing at my blue shirt
Well I hope you feeling good about you treating someone you know like a perfect stranger
Cause it's easier than standing by my side
I won't let it get to me no more
I don't wanna feel this way
I can't believe I let it go so far
No no, it's not okay
What do you know about me?
Do you wanna know what I think?
Mean girls, mean girls
I'm a just comb you outta my curls
Mean girls, mean girls
You no longer run my world

Mean Girls- Rachel Crowe

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