It's a Sim World After All

Prelude

All rights of the game go to Electronic Arts, maker of all of the Sims games.

All character names, traits, and styles are figures of my imagination. Any resemblance to anybody dead or alive is purely coincidental.

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I surveyed the house. It was a tidy, little cottage in Sunset Valley. It was one of the oldest houses in town, and it would house Lauren and I well for the next two days until we left for college.

College. Now that's a word that really sends shivers up my spine.

I'm incredibly socially awkward. I never say the right things, and I can never seem to find a good group to hang out with. I ended up being the girl with no group or friends to speak of. My only friend was my older by two days sister, Lauren.

Lauren turned into a total snob senior year.

To put it simply, I lost my only friend.

I am also slightly anorexic. I mean, as anorexic as a Sim could possibly get. I never ate lunch, and only ate when absolutely necessary… when it was a life or death option.

I never work out.

So pretty much, my frame is incredibly small and "delicate." Yes, I've been called delicate before, and I wanted to claw the person who said that's eyes out.

Sunset Valley was a basic town. Many old couples who had been raised here lived here.

Lauren and I were outsiders. We grew up in Appaloosa Plains, one of the most comfortable towns I had ever been in. However, when our parents had passed away from some odd vampire attack, Lauren and I were forced to pack up and move into the house that our aunt and uncle had left behind for us.

I had to leave my only other best friend, Star, behind.

Star was the most beautiful mare I had ever had the pleasure of encountering. She gave birth to a gorgeous foal, Bauni, last year. I had had to sell both Star and Bauni to the equestrian center when we had starting deciding what to keep and what to sell in our old house.

When I walked into our new house, I realized it wasn't all that different from our old house in Appaloosa Plains. It still had that quaint feel. I decided I would have the room with the single bed and the desk. Lauren claimed the only other bedroom, a room with a double bed and a dresser.

I set my suitcase on the bed and unpacked my things. We got me a dresser and I unloaded my clothes into it. My clothes were typically all black t-shirts and black skinny jeans.

I put my suitcase away and laid on my new bed. The quilt that was on the bed was soft and fluffy. I suddenly felt like crying.

How could I survive without my parents? And if someday I got married and had kids, how am I supposed to explain why they don't have grandparents like their friends?

My mother was the artist in the family, and I was planning on going into college majoring in the fine arts… what if I needed help on an assignment? Lauren is going to major in phys. Ed, so she won't be of any help.

With all of the stress bubbling in my head, I passed out, clutching on the quilt for dear life.

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Professor Gaelic sorted through the portfolio full of beautiful sketches, paintings, and amazing photographs. This girl had true talent, and an eye for art. The sketches were realistic with a touch of abstract, creating the perfect blend. The paintings were so creatively put together, they looked like they belonging in a museum. And the photographs… well the angle made the shots of them all much more creative. This girl was artistic and creative.

Prof. Gaelic looked at the name printed on the portfolio. Avalon Springer was scrawled in almost boyish handwriting. Professor Gaelic stamped an "approval" stamp on the portfolio and put it in the approved stack of college applications.

A picture of the Avalon girl floated out of the portfolio. Professor Gaelic picked it up.

"Me at Mom and Dad's funereal" was scribbled on the back. Prof. Gaelic flipped the picture over. A girl with long, black hair, large blue eyes, and an incredibly skinny form was staring into the camera lens with a somber expression.

Of course it would be somber; it was a picture of the poor girl at her parent's funereal.

Professor Gaelic returned the photo to the portfolio.

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Meanwhile, Professor Nabushka was staring at Lauren Springer's application. The girl had a strong, muscular build and was very athletic. She was also great with kids. The combination was great, because as we all know; a good sport athlete is great with his/her fans, of all ages.

A large approval stamp covered the application.

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That night, acceptance letters were mailed out, as well as some with the bad news.

Oh, by the way, Avalon is the girl who is speaking in the beginning. It'll be told from her point of view. :3