A/N: Soo... I've decided to start writing again... This is dedicated to my wonderful English Teacher, Mr. Hay! You are, without a doubt, one of the best teachers EVER! Thanks ! Onto the story!
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my Sims.. and yes, the Sims are based off of the ones I play as.
~Prologue~
Sometimes I wonder. I wonder if my dad left for any reason. I wonder what really happened to him. It was so sudden.
I had just woken up and ran down the stairs, grinning happily. Dad said he had had a surprise for me. But, I never got it. Mum was crying and my older brother, James, was comforting her. My younger sister Amy had no idea what was going on. She just sat there, hugging her doll with a blank expression on her young face.
I had bravely asked where dad was, dreading the answer. I was only seven and yet, I still knew, deep down, that he was gone. I was right.
James had told me he had gone out the night before, to get me my surprise. Apparently, he had never returned. The police had told my mum that he just vanished, as though right off the face of the earth.
As the years went by, my dad was forgotten. My mum began acting strange, nicer even. Although at time, whenever I would mention my dad's name, she would turn around and snap. I would apologise quickly and she would calm, say that she was sorry and she was the one at fault before offering to take me out shopping.
I'm fifteen now. It's been eight, long years since my dad disappeared. My brother moved out only a year ago. His twenty-one. My younger sister, who was five when Dad went missing, is now thirteen. Amy is a total brat. All she cares about is herself. Sometimes, I almost yell at her but try not to. Instead, I try to make her more like how dad was. Kind, funny and caring.
I spend most of my time in my room, painting, reading and even writing stories. Dad was always good at stories... and painting... in fact, there was nothing her wasn't horribly bad at... well, other than getting gifts that is.
I do wonder a lot. I wonder where he is now and, is he thinking about me. Does he wonder how mum is? Does he ever wonder how Amy, James and I are? Does he miss us? Does he even want to return?
But one question that replays itself over in my mind is the following question: Did he even care about us?
A/N: Yeah.. I know, horrible... :/
Anyways, I hope you enjoy and that this wasn't too bad. Sorry for the shortness and any mistakes, I only just got a new computer and am still trying to figure out how to use it and.. well.. I'll shut up now :P
Bye!