First Week of spring:
"Sims University is holding its very first Spring Break vacation raffle for hardworking students enrolled in all academic degrees. Prize includes two VIP tickets on a two week acommodation in Isla Paradiso's most prestigious 5-star resort, 2500 simoleons each worth of gift check usable in any rabbitholes, with a free tour plus scuba diving around the island and a stylish modern yacht provided by SU's Administration to get to your destination. Requirements include high class standings and excellent recommendation from one of your professors. If you are interested, kindly fill out a form and drop it in the entry box along with your requirements. Raffle ends in a week, so submit those forms right away!"
Conners Student Union Building
Ian was on his way to the Science Lab to analyze a few DNA samples he collected from the past week for his Chemistry101 assignment when he came across one of the University bulletin boards.
"Whoa, I can't believe they're giving out 2500 simoleons! Imagine how many comics I can buy - or better yet, a new laptop!" said Ian.
Ian Doyle - Technology Major. Level 10 Nerd. Has rocket-high MMORPG scores along with poor social skills. Been in SU Dean's List for 4 semesters in a row.
Ian immediately took a form and headed to the St. John Administration building to get a recommendation from one of his professors.
Roasted Toasted Beans Coffee Shop
Two Tri-Fruhm Sorority girls were having their morning Triple Strawberry Non-Fat Latte with Cinnamon Sprinkles when they heard about the raffle from two students across their table.
"Omigosh did you hear that? A raffle for spring break! I gotta have those tickets! I must win!" Heather said to her best friend Ashley DeSorrento.
Heather Hills - Communications Major. Level 10 Jock. Famous for her Greek parties, amazing DJ skills and impeccable fashion sense. Currently one of the top students in SU Dean's List because of her 'charming' qualities that effectively charms off her male professors' pants.
"So tell me, how exactly you are going to win?" asked Ashley.
"Simple - I'll ask Professor Murrell to give me an amazing recommendation and drop as many forms as I can! That way I'll surely win!" exclaimed the over enthusiastic Heather.
Ashley grimaced. "You're not going to give him another private lap dance, are you?"
Second Week of spring:
Malan Hall
Ian was surprised to see a letter addressed to him from the university administration.
Mr. Ian Doyle,
We are pleased to inform you that you are one of the two lucky students who won Sims University's Spring Break Vacation Raffle! Enclosed in this letter is your VIP resort ticket and 2500 simoleon gift check usable in any rabbitholes across the country. You are expected to board SU's private yacht located at Llama Beach at exactly 7:00am on the third week of spring. You have a week to prepare your belongings. Enjoy your prize Mr. Doyle - you deserve it!
Happy Spring Break!
The Administration
Tri-Fruhm Sorority House
Ashley was sorting out the daily mail of the Sorority when she saw the letter of the University Administration addressed to Heather.
Heather was sleeping peacefully when she heard a high-pitched shriek coming in from her bedroom door.
"Heather! Wake up, Wake up!" screamed Ashley.
"WHAT?"
"You got a letter! From the Admin!"
"Oh oh, let me see - Omigosh! I won, Ashley! I won! Yay!" Heather said as she clambered out of the bed.
"We must celebrate! Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" said Ashley.
"Let's go SHOPPING!"
Third Week of spring
Llama Beach
Two students, male and female, can be seen standing on the edge of the wharf on Llama Beach as early as 6:30 in the morning. The male was wearing a Navy Blue Armani dress shirt with a silk black tie and army pants while the female was wearing and open button pastel colored Carolina Herrera shirt and light blue denim pants along with a $300 genuine Italian leather boots. Both had brown hair, blue eyes and striking features.
The male sighed quietly while the female shifted her feet uncomfortably. Both were thinking about one thing: How to get out of the cruise.
What did I do to deserve this? I can deal with a Rebel- but a Jock? Clearly, the Admins are losing their mind.. Ian thought to himself while looking from afar.
Ungh! Why do I have to be stuck with a NERD? How Am I supposed to enjoy this trip with some Nerd tagging along with me? This is just UNACCEPTABLE! Heather ranted to herself. I know! I'm gonna be soo mean to him he's gonna want to back out this trip so bad I'll be enjoying everything for myself! "SO," Heather twirled a strand of her hair before talking to Ian.
"Oh boy.." Ian mumbled.
"What's your name, Hot Stuff?" Heather smiled flirtatiously at him that Ian looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. Yes, yes, keep looking, Heather chanted to herself. She knew that her smiles always caught men off guard, although Ian wasn't much of a guy for her because of his Nerd status, he was a man nonetheless.
This is surreal.. Ian thought to himself. He was about to answer her question when she spoke again.
"Hah! You fell for that, huh? As if you're gonna be one of my hot stuffs.. You're not even close! A NERD like you? And don't bother telling me your name, I won't need it anyways," Heather continued. "I don't speak to low class people like you."
This time, Ian decided to keep his mouth shut. You just did, He wanted to correct her, but he just silently glared at Heather. He made a mental note to himself that he would stay as far as possible from her the whole time they're in the yacht. He doesn't know how he's supposed to do that but one thing's for sure: He's never going to like her even if they were the two people left on some God-forsaken island. Ever.
The University's private yacht came to shore at exactly 7am. Heather tossed her hair back and started complaining. "Finally! I thought I was gonna die of heat stroke back there; standing too long in the sun.. You there!" She turned to Ian. "Grab my luggage will you? You might wanna act like a genteman or something." Heather added as she boarded the yacht.
Keep it cool, keep it casual, it's just a week of pain- that's all, Ian recited to himself as if it was the holy prayer. Ian carried their luggage one by one and finally boarded the yacht too.
Inside, they were greeted by a man wearing a sailor suit of blue and white, with matching cap and all. The man shook hands with Ian. "She's all yours, Sir."
Heather was outraged. "WHAT? How dare you tell this NERD that I'm all his?! As if I will like him! Who do you think y-"
"He's talking about the boat, Your Highness," Ian said sarcastically. "Everything is not always about you."
Nevertheless, the man smiled at Heather. "Do you know how to operate a yacht?" Asked the man.
Ian turned to the sailor. "Of course, sir. She'll be in good hands, I guarantee you." He smiled enthusiastically.
"Okay then, I'll be out in a jiffy. Have a safe trip, you two." The sailor saluted and climbed out of the boat.
"Psh. Whatever. I hope you break stuff in there so that the University will kick you out or make you pay fines or something." Heather said irritated as she threw her suitcase on one of the beds in the yacht. "Don't even think about following me just so you'd catch me in my bikini." She added as she climbed the ladder up to the sun deck.
If I wasn't a law abiding simtizen and a good person, I'd crash this whole thing to a rock and watch it sink down the abyss, Ian thought to himself as he followed Heather to the sun deck and familiarized himself with the yacht's controls.
Ian operated the yacht without much difficulty, but he was caught in a pinch when they came across a raging storm near one of the hidden islands of Isla Paradiso. Heather was lying on a lounger, soaking up all the Vitamin D she could get when it suddenly rained heavily. Soaking wet and pissed off, she went down the sun deck and immediately changed into her shirt and denim shorts. She heard Ian turn off the engine and his footsteps as he went down the sun deck. She felt his presence enter the cabin so she decided to take out her anger at him. "What did you do to the sun, you moron? Don't know how to pick a different route?"
"What?" Ian asked, confused and agitated.
"I was sunbathing back there!" Heather pointed to the sun deck.
"Look Lady, either you calm down or else we're all going to die. Can't you see there's a storm? And if you even think that this kind of behavior makes you attractive, well I'll be damned-" Ian said as a lightning hit the ship, causing it to go haywire because of the raging storm. The modern white yacht propelled backwards, swallowed by the huge, angry waves, far from Isla Paradiso's mainland.