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When I first heard that there was going to be a new girl moving in, I had my doubts. I remembered several years before, when Jeremy Halstead was the man with all the power, the one who controlled all of the essences. The one thing I remembered the most of his stay, in fact, was when he up and left for absolutely no reason, and when all of the people I had become so close with followed, leaving me, the mayor, and a few townspeople left to try and fix up our town.
So even though I remembered the five star town we had once been, when Mayor Rosalyn told me about Sierra, I had my reservations. Besides, I didn't even know much about essences. Why did we need someone so special just to play with the essences you could go ahead and pick up off the ground? I mean, I had never tried it, but how hard could it be?
When she first came to town, I tried my best not to meet up with her. I wanted to hear the other townspeople's reactions first. I didn't have to wait long, either. Just the night that she had moved in, Mayor Rosalyn came by to tell me even more about her.
"She built her own house and her own workshop. She didn't even seem angry that we hadn't gotten them built for her. She said thank you! Thank you and she built her own house and workshop. Did you hear that, Buddy?" I had heard, loud and clear. If I had tried to build my own house, it would've taken months. But this girl, who could so easily master essences and construction, had built two in her first day.
Soon after my meeting with Mayor Rosalyn, I closed up shop and headed to the town square. I spent a lot of time out by the fountain in the middle of all the hubbub. I loved our little town, and I loved to chat with the few people who came and went.
Violet, surprisingly, was one of those people that night.
It was rare to see Violet out and about, though not as rare to see her at night. She seemed to float on by, her long cloak barely touching the floor, and I decided to see if I could get a little happiness to rub off on her. "Hiya, Violet!" I called, waving exuberantly.
She spun around, her cloak following, and fixed me with an attempt at a smile that fell bizarrely short. I could see her sister past her, flitting around joyously in her flower shop. It seemed impossible that those two could be related, and yet, they were.
"Hello, Buddy." Her voice was strangely polite. Well, as polite as Violet could be. "Have you seen," I expected the next word out of her mouth to be Poppy, of course, but was shocked to hear, "Sierra?"
Sierra? Violet, the biggest recluse in the entire town- though that wasn't saying much, compared to the few people we actually had in our town- wanted to see someone she wasn't related to? Someone who had only lived in Sim City for one day?
"Haven't even met her," I said in my typical cheerful voice, though I was sure there was an edge to it, as Violet made a face.
"Oh, how strange," she said, her voice slow and depressing. "I thought of all people in the town to want to meet someone new, it would be you, Buddy. Well, I'm off to find her. I found a thorn tree near her house, and I was hoping she could make me a new bed with several of them."
That was possibly the most I had heard her say in my entire life. She floated off towards her sister, who began to jump up and down excitedly at just the mention of Sierra. How great was this girl, that she had bewitched practically everyone?
Well, I couldn't be sure about everyone quite yet. Patrick came up to me, splashing water up onto his face, shaking it so the water flicked at me, not that I minded. I didn't mind much in Sim City. We were all rather goofy- tripping and babbling, and having strange interests that nobody else truly shared.
"Hey, man," Patrick said, looking over as if he had just noticed me sitting there. "Did you meet Sierra yet?"
Sierra, Sierra, Sierra. Didn't anyone have anything else to talk about? I pondered that for a moment and decided they probably didn't. There were so few people and places in our town that a new person would probably be talked about for the next several weeks, at the least. Hearing about Sierra, and eventually meeting her, was inevitable.
"Nope," I said, standing up and tripping instantly. Patrick seemed unphased by this as I pushed myself back up effortlessly. I was known as a bit of a klutz in the town. The one thing he did seemed phased by, however, was my not knowing Sierra.
"Really?" he asked, his jaw dropping only temporarily. "I thought you of all people would meet her! Well, you should. She built me a bed with some apple essences she picked in the orchard, and I heard from the mayor that her being here might bring other people here too. Think of all the restaurants they might build!"
Food, I thought hopefully. We didn't have any restaurants in town, and usually had to just deal with the stuff we scrounged up in our house- and I had to be honest, I wasn't the best chef out there.
"That sounds great!" I said, more cheered on the idea of the girl.
"She's real pretty, too," Patrick added with a bit of a smirk. "You'll see. Well, I gotta go. I can't wait for my first night in my new bed." With that sentiment, he was off, bouncing happily to his house, where another new creation of Sierra's awaited him.
Pretty, I thought to myself. I had never truly found myself attracted to any of the girls in the town. Not Poppy, or Violet, and definitely not Mayor Rosalyn, who had a paperwork fetish. Back when Jeremy still lived in Sim City, we had tons of pretty girls in and out every day. Maybe Sierra wasn't so bad, and maybe meeting her would be interesting. Maybe.
In fact, I got the chance to meet her the very next day, when Chef Gino arrived at my hotel, boasting about his pizza so much that it left my mouth watering. I hadn't had pizza in years.
"The mayor told me that all of the people who were allowed to move in were to be chosen by some new girl," he said in a thick accent. "But I'm not worried. Who wouldn't want my world famous pizza in their town?"
So not only was Sierra outfitted with all the skills of construction she needed, but she was allowed to choose who would live in our town? Please, let her be as good as all the townspeople say, I wished silently, chatting with Chef Gino as we awaited the unavoidable.
"Hello!" I heard her voice before I actually saw her, and even when I turned, Chef Gino was in the way, gesticulating furiously about how to properly knead pizza dough. I didn't have to wait long to see her, however, because she strode past Chef Gino with a polite nod and right up to me, smiling up at me, her blue eyes blinking in expectation.
My first thought about her was that she was, in fact, rather pretty. She had long brown hair that she kept out of her face with a clip, tanned skin, freckles across her nose, and a tiny heart drawn under her left eye. She wore loose pants and a bright red plaid shirt, both rather dirty, but despite that, she was cute.
"Hi, Buddy, right? I've heard a lot about you," she said when I didn't speak, holding out her hand. I was never one for hand shaking, but I had a feeling everyone else had rubbed off on her. They always shook hands when they met, and so I politely shook Sierra's tiny hand as well.
"Yeah…and you're Sierra. I've heard even more about you," I said truthfully, and her cheeks lit up bright red, making me give my trademark grin up. Already, I liked her. Already, I saw what all the other residents saw.
"Oh?" she said, but she didn't get a chance to say much more. As soon as I released her hand, Chef Gino seized it with both of his, giving her a good shake.
"Sierra, Sierra! I have heard much about you. You're the girl who makes things with essences, no? Built your own house, your own workshop, that's true talent!" he kept on kissing up to the point where I thought Sierra was about to bust about laughing, but somehow she had managed to hold on and remain quite serious as he kept on shaking her.
When he did unleash her, he didn't even stop for a breath. "I've brought along all of my world famous ingredients for my world famous pizza. Perhaps you've heard of the world famous chain, Gino's Grand Pizza?"
Sierra smiled. "Yes, I have heard about you Chef Gino, and your pizza, and I'd be really honored if you considered moving here."
"Moving here?" he asked as if the thought had never struck him before. "Why, it would be a risk! This town is so small, there are so few inhabitants! But, I have heard from the mayor of what may come…well…hmm…I suppose I shall live here then, yes."
Sierra gave a big grin. "Really? That's terrific."
"I'll need you to build me a house, of course. I'd love a big sign out front, a large freezer in the back, a bed in a back room-," I thought Sierra would get annoyed with everything he had to say, but her eyes lit up at the talk of construction.
"Oh, and a few nice decorations, pictures of pizza, and maybe a blown up photographer of your shop itself once I get it built, it'll look really charming back near your bedroom. The sign should be a big pizza, of course, but with what ingredients? Maybe we should stick to simple pepperoni, that's a crowd pleaser."
I blinked hard. We had a new resident! A new restaurant! Our first restaurant, in fact! All because Sierra had moved here.
Okay, so she wasn't bad at all. But I still wanted to see this 'grand builder' at work to see just how hard it was, anyways.
Author's Note: Wow, I was really excited to start this story. I have it all planned out. XD The idea for this just came to me randomly, and I had to start getting it down. I hope you all enjoyed reading it, and thank you so much for reading. :) I hope you read the next chapter as well. :D