***Authors Note*** I was originally going to start a new challenge until the Bolden Legacy could be resumes. But I decided against it, because I don’t think I would be done by the time i get my laptop back, and I wouldn’t have any time to update it. Instead, I decided to use some short stories I wrote and simify them! 🙂 These stories weren’t made for Sims, and I don’t have any CC other than hair. No posing mods or anything, so some of the staging in this is going to be a little off. I hope you enjoy it anyway, though!
The school’s loud bell rang through the classroom, interrupting my daydreaming. I tore my empty gaze away from the whiteboard and quickly gathered my things. I could feel how heavily my feet were stepping down as I half-ran out of the school yard, stopping to talk to no one. Slowing down a bit when I was clear of the school, I once again let my imagination wander. Particularly to the woods that seemed to surround this small town. Everyone tells us kids to never play in the forest. And I do mean everyone. My parents, the school, neighbors, heck, even people that happen to drive by while you’re semi-close to the woods. They say it’s because it’s easy to get lost, and there are plenty of wild animals. Which makes sense I guess, but not even hunters or campers go in those woods. I guess there’s just this mystical quality about them. Or maybe I’m just a freak.
My attention was yet again interrupted by two girls walking on the other side of the road. They were giggling and pointing at me between whispers. I knew what they were saying. They were making fun of how I don’t talk to anybody, how I don’t have any friends, how I sit alone to eat lunch every day. They were calling me names and laughing about it. It didn’t bother me too much, I don’t need the approval of anyone else. That’s what I tell myself at least. I looked away, letting my long blonde hair fall in front of my face. I then picked up my pace, trying to get as far away from those two as I could.
My bad day was forgotten as I looked up to see my big blue and white house. Finally, I was away from all those people and into my own space. I noticed there weren’t any cars in the driveway. That was odd, dad was always home from work by now. I shuffled the rest of the way up the driveway and slowly opened my unlocked door. “Mom? Dad? Anyone home?” I called. No answer. I stepped into my unusually quiet home. I could feel the breath leave my lungs and my eyes widen. My heart started to race. I felt my hand weaken and my bag fell to the floor. There was nothing. Everything was gone. My whole house was empty, all of the furniture had vanished. There wasn’t so much as a single thread left on the floor. My world started to spin, I launched myself forward and started to run through all the rooms in the house. “Mom? Dad! Anyone?”
When I was out of breath and couldn’t run anymore, I sat in what used to be my bedroom and cried. My head laying on my knees, I just cried. I had no idea what was going on. Were my parents okay? Were they even alive? It’s not like I could have accidently wandered into the wrong house, I’ve lived here all my life. Was I dreaming? Was this some kind of terrible nightmare? I didn’t know what to do. I sat and cried for what seemed like forever. I just couldn’t stop.
Eventually, my eyes couldn’t cry anymore, and I tried to compose myself. I couldn’t just sit here feeling sorry for myself forever. I rushed out of the house, happy to leave the situation behind me, even for just a minute. I walked to my neighbors house and rang their doorbell. I stood outside the door, staring at my reflection in the glass window. I was a mess. My already pale face was completely drained of color. My normally bright blue eyes were dark and puffy. Smooth light blonde hair was sticking up all over the place. My tall and skinny figure was shaking uncontrollably. Mascara was running down my oval-shaped face. I tried to clean up the tears and makeup with my hand before anyone answered the door, but it just smeared and made me look worse.
The door finally creaked open, and Mrs. Conway stood in the doorway, a big smile on her face. She was on the heavy side, and she had a plump round face with short, curly red hair on top. Her smiling face quickly turned to surprise when she saw me. “Ilyanna?” She didn’t even comment on how terrible I looked, which I was grateful for. “My parents….they’re gone! Everything’s gone! I don’t know what to do…have you seen them? Do you know what happened?” I asked, as I nearly busted into tears again. Mrs. Conway stood there for a long while. I’m not sure if she was just shocked by my situation, or if she was thinking about calling the loony bin. Eventually, she replied “Erm…Ily sweetie, I think they left. I’m sure I saw a moving truck early this day.” My face must have turned to complete shock. “…What?” I didn’t even think about crying this time, I was blown away. That couldn’t be right….
I must have stood there for much longer than I thought, because when I came back to reality, Mrs. Conway was calling my name. “Oh, I’m sorry..” I mumbled pathetically. “It’s perfectly alright, dear. Would you like to stay at my place for a few days?” She asked me as she opened the door wider and invited me inside. I didn’t say anything, but I humbly walked in. I saw that she was shivering. It must have been freezing outside, it was the middle of winter. But I didn’t even notice. I looked down at myself. I had on black gloves, a floral skirt with black leggings underneath, my grey winter boots, and a plain scarf. My warm winter-wear. It was all I had left now. I had nothing..
We had an awkward dinner of chicken and dumplings together. Afterwards I had gotten in the shower. I let the warm water run over my face. It felt like all my worries were washing away, for a few minutes at least. I was so glad to finally get cleaned up, I almost felt like a real person again. I went straight to bed after my shower. Not that I could sleep. I laid awake for hours. I’m not sure I got a single minute of sleep all night. Could my parents really have just left me like that?
I was up with the rising sun the next morning. I needed to get out. Just to get away for awhile. I left a short note for Mrs. Conway on her clean, marble counter. It matched the rest of the house, everything was so dull. The walls were a neutral beige color, all of the furniture was dark brown. The whole house has nothing unique or interesting about it in the least. But at least it was a house. A nice, warm, furnished, house.
I decided to go to the library. It wasn’t someplace I normally went, but it sounded like the best way to get my mind off things. During a movie it’s easy to let your mind wander, but you have to focus on the words while reading a book.
I had to walk about a mile to get there, but I hardly noticed. I was completely numb. My emotions were shutting down on me. I walked into the ancient-looking library with an empty heart and head. Mindlessly, I walked around the library looking for something interesting to read. Something caught my eye, and my thoughts suddenly snapped back in my head. Laying in front of me was a book titled “Strange Disappearances in Berkley.” I snatched the book off the shelf, sat down on a blue beanie bag, and began reading.
I soon found out that my parents disappearance wasn’t the only one like this. In fact, in the last 10 years, over 30 people had gone missing. A handful of them happened just like how my parent’s had. Maybe they hadn’t left me after all! I was thrilled, curious and upset all at the same time. My heart pounded in my chest. Is there something strange going on here? How is a girl like me going to figure it out if the police couldn’t? Or am I going crazy?
I slammed the book shut and threw it at the shelf. No. My parents probably just packed up and left me. There can’t be some kind of conspiracy going on here. Not in this town. It was a normal, nice, friendly town where everyone knew everyone. We rarely even had robberies here.