Disclaimer: I do not own My Sims. EA does. All the songs are from Frankie and Me.
(Violet's POV) Frankie and Me based
Here Comes the New Girl
I saw the brand new house, it was just up the street from mine. It was a big house. Red sandstone and two floors.
Wow. I thought. This chick has money.
I thought about me own house. It's small. I mean real small. I like it though. My house doesn't need to be huge. It's not like anyone else is every in it. My sister visits every now and then, and sometimes Patrick comes over, but they generally have better things to do.
It's not that I really liked the new girls house. I mean red brick. How can anyone have red brick? Everyone knows it's purple that you want.
And like I said, the chick obviously has money. I don't have money. There aren't really any night-shift jobs here in Simmyland. And I only really wake up at night. Don't Ask.
I went outside. It's winter, so it's quite dark in the morning. I don't mind coming out in the day as long as it's dark. Patrick was heading over. I waved.
"Hey," He said. "Have you heard about this new girl?"
"Yeah." I replied. "Some rich girl from out of town."
"Not any rich girl. She's the new furniture maker."
"Seriously?!"
"Yip. According to the mayor, she's here to try and attract new townies and businesses"
"Wow." I said, impressed, then changed my tone. "Doesn't mean she's nice though."
"I don't know, look here she comes!"
Here comes the New Girl
Here comes the New Girl
Here comes the New Girl
Here she Comes
Patrick sang at the top of his lungs. I stared at him. What was he doing?
Here's the new girl,
We can see her now.
What's the fuss?
It's no big deal.
Who said she could
come here anyhow?
No-one asked us
How we feel!
She might not understand the rules we've made.
She might do everything all wrong
Well if she blunders then we're not afraid
To send her back where she belongs!
Here comes the New Girl
Here comes the New Girl
Here comes the New Girl
Here she Comes…
I slapped Patrick's arm as the New Girl reached us. Didn't want him offending her on her first day.
"Uh, hi!" She smiled. "I'm Roxxi. I'm the new furniture builder from Aniland."
"We heard." I replied coldly and monotone. I don't like rich people. They're so annoying. Take that girl I went to school with. Cornelia Hale I think her name was. Yeah she was a pain. Always "Look at my hair" and "I'm not just pretty, I'm Gorgeous!". Ugh.
"I guess you guys are my new neighbours." She said, looking at Patrick and I.
"Yeah." Patrick replied. "I'm Patrick Rhino. I live there." He pointed to his house. "And this is Violet Nightshade. She lives there." He pointed to my house.
"Wow! Your house is amazing!" Roxxi said, gazing at my small purple home.
"You really think so?" I replied, shocked. People don't usually like my house.
"Oh yeah! Fantastic arcitecture! And the purple brick. Simply beautiful."
"Oh, well, thanks." I said, then swiftly retreated to my house. I had had enough of that girl. I'm pretty sure she was being sarcastic. I couldn't tell. Her accent is weird. I can't believe she's my new neighbour.
What is Mayor Rosalyn thinking?
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