Life-SizeChapter OneTiffany s POV OH NO! I jumped on my bed and put my laptop in front of me. Not again grim reaper! The grandma to my 6th generation sim family had just died. Ah man!I hopped off my bed and headed downstairs, still clicking away on my computer. My mom was sleeping on the couch with a stack of bills and an empty coffee mugs -by the smell of it, weeks old- sitting on the coffee table in front of her. I snuck past her, not waking her up, and opened the pantry. I grazed the pantry looking for it. Gotcha. I grabbed two handfuls of jupiter bars and stuffed it into my sweatshirt pocket. My dog, Polly, looked at me with a disappointed expression. What gaming makes me hungry. I walked back to my room while eating a jupiter bar. I m not really sure how I am only am 90 pound 15 year old when I eat like an elephant. When I looked at my computer it was daytime. My father sim, George was in his blue SUV driving to work. My mother sim, Leslie, was making waffles for the kids. My teen sim, Chanel, was finishing up her last minute homework. The twins, Harry and Mary, were toddlers and they were busy playing with their toys in their pastel yellow room. They were all in bad moods since they still had 39 hours and 14 minutes till they were done mourning for their grandma._I woke up to the smell of burning pancakes. Why does my mom try to cook?I threw on my typical outfit; vintage t-shirt, faded jeans, and white I walked downstairs I looked at the clock located at the bottom of the stairs. Only to realize that I had slept in 10 minutes late! I grabbed my school bag, laptop and a burnt waffle and bolted out of the door. I fumbled to grasp my bike and sit on top of it because I was too busy trying to stuff my laptop inside of it. Once I had reached school, I was only a couple minutes late to first period which doesn t matter because its only free period. I went to my locker, forged a note from my doctor and strolled along to the way there, my shoulder bumped into someone and I dropped all of my books. I saw a hand reaching down to pick them up while hearing a soft, crisp voice in my ear saying, Sorry, my bad. Adam. Adam is the hottest and coolest boy in the sophomore class. In my mind I was thinking, Say something cute Tiff! But all I got out was a measly, Oh its fine . Great job._