The Jackson family Tragedy
Murder on Sim lane
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By gip-k
This is gip-k. I need to tell you about
The Jackson family tragedie. We'll start by looking at
Robin Jackson's side of the story. When it says, "Mary
Jackson's side of the story, we'll be look'in at things
her way. Got it? O.K. Let me tell you the real story.
Robin Jackson's side of the story.
"Face it Johnny, we can't afford to support these kids."
I heard my mother, Sarah, say.
"I know Sarah, but we just can't find any way to take care
of this." my father Johnny answered.
"Johnny, I know this sounds harsh, but since we don't have
enough money to send them to milltary school, we have to-"
my mom was cut off by my dad's answer.
"I know, you told me before, we have to kill them."
I was so startled I almost screamed like a girl. What in
the Devil possesed my mom to come up with that! I leaned
on the wall til I had slumped down to the floor.
Kill them. KILL THEM! the words rang in my small head.
"I have to tell Mary!" I whispered to myself. I didn't wan't
my parents to hear me. They could have caught me and killed
me right then.
Mary Jackson's side of the story.
I could have died right then because I laughed so hard at
my brother's silly story.
"That is one of the funniest stories you have ever told me.
Oh no! Maybe the'll kill us like the witch tried to kill
Hansel and Gretel! Haa ha ha! He he he!" I said,
laughing.
"You wouldn't laugh if you heard them say it with your own
ears! Look how much you laughed! Now tears are coming from
eyes! You've turned into a cry baby! Cry baby, cry baby,
you're a little, teeny cry baby. She can't stop being a baby
and crying!" my brother said.
I hate it when he sings that silly song. I still thought he
dreamed it when he said that he heard mom and daddy planning
to kill us. I believed he was pulling my leg. The next day I
would soon find out. After we came home from school the next
day, I saw dad taking our beds out of our room.
"Why are you taking our beds out of the room?" I asked him
curiously.
"Uhhh, well, I was taking them out temporarely. I wanted to
give the room a new paint job."
"Oh, so that's why." I said.
Robin and I went to eat lunch. I casually looked out of the
window, and to my surprise, there were are beds. And every-
thing else from our room, out on the front yard, under a banner
that said "Yard Sale." Everything was priced and ready to be
sold.
Robin Jackson's side of the story
"Look, Robin." my sister said, pointing at the window. "I
thought dad said he was giving the room a new paint job.
Why would he lie?"
"I haven't got any idea. At all." I said.
Then mother called our names.
"Robin! Mary! Would you please come! Hurry!" she called.
We went into the the room where she was in. It was our
bedroom.
"Why did daddy sell our stuff? Why? Why!!!" Mary demanded.
"Yeah, why?" I added.
"Cause we're gonna buy you new stuff. Wait here. Lemme go
get the picture of them." she answered.
We trusted her. Then when she left Dad came in. He was
wearing some goggles and holding a drill and hammer.
He took the nails out of our bedroom door and removed
it. Then, he left. Me and Mary looked at eachother and
shrugged. Dad came back with a peace of wall about the
size of the door and some wood glue. He glued the piece
of wall in. We couldn't see him anymore. But we heard
the sound of nails being drilled in.
HE LOCKED US IN!
My parents always seemed to be unhappy. They always said
they wished they could "soothe there want for the little
little things that made life so precious." But it looks
like they don't care for the "little people who make life
more fun!" US! US! How could they do this! They just wanted
to do this to be richer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They wanted to make life so "affordable!"
"Let us out! Please! Let us out! Please! Help! Someone
help! Anybody! Help us! PLEEEEEEASE!!!!!!!!!!" my sister's
voice bombarded my thoughts.
She banged on the wall with all her might and started to sob.
What would happen to us now?
Mary Jackson's side of the story
The only reason you know this experience is because we're
writing it in Robin's new school notebook. Everyone will
know about the kids with the lousy parents. How could
they do this! They are sick parents. Even if they let
us out my relationship with them would never be the same.
That first day we went without dinner. We waited in that
room, hoping they would change their minds.
They didn't.
I wondered what would happen. I was horrified. This was
the worst day of my life. They didn't even let us come
out to use the bathroom. They just ignored us and let
us wet our pants and soak the floor. For that, the room
was dirty and smelly. My hygeine was horrible. I'm sure
my poor brother's was the same. We screamed for dear
life and cried for mercy. I'm sure our parents heard
us good and loud and just decided to ignore our constant
flow of tears. They hated us and wanted no part in working
hard and enduring the unhappiness til they had enough
money to help the family. My brother seemed very
uncomfortable as he wacthed me fall to the ground.
I fell because I couldn't take staying awake anymore.
I just simply collapsed. I remember that night before
I did I heard my parents fixing dinner. I was oh, so
hungry. Besides, this all happened so rapidly but I
didn't even have time to eat lunch after school.
I'd never have to attend school again, but it was better
to attend then be dead, if you know what I mean.
Robin Jackson's side of the story
The second morning we woke up. Getting hungrier and
starving. I felt like every muscle in my body was
twisted and in worst shape than ever. I felt so
uncomfortable I could have cried. When I was
finally on my feet I stretched and stretched. I
wish I could have done it while sitting on a soft
bed with an average comfort mattress. Well, anyhow,
I felt my back snap and crack 5 times. Yes, 5 times
people! That felt real good after sleeping on the
ground. Standing up is better than that! Someone
with plenty of comfort would have said that feeling
your back crack was nothing. However, someone with
barely any at all would say it's like heaven. Like
biting into a rich, chocolate, devil's cake brownie.
My sister finally woke up. "Ooooh, ouch, aaahhh, ouch,
oooh, ah!" she said, getting up in pain. When she
was finally on her feet she... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She screamed so loud that if we were in a funny world
it would have made the baby cry cause it was deaf,
make the birds fly off their branches, make the
rooster croak at 11:00, make all the kids peee in,
their pants, and make the grown up's eyes widen and
make them all say: "Huh?"
Well, I was worried then. I asked her if she was
alright. She was biting her upper lip with her eyes
wide, wide open. And she finally, without turning
to look at me, nodded. She didn't say a word. What
if she was in shock? What if she was about to
collapse and never get up? What if she was slowly
falling into a comma. But why was she fading so
soon? What if... I panicked. I simply grabbed her
waist and shook her up real good.
"MARY! SNAP OUT OF IT!!!!!!!" I screamed.
"Stop it! Get your hands off me! What are you doing?
ROBIN!!!" she screamed. I took my hands off her.
"Geeze! Get a hold of yourself! I only looked like
that because I felt like every bone in my body was
broken. What are you trying to do? Really brake them!"
she said angrilly.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were going into a comma
when I saw that funny look on your face."
I answered sheepishly.
"Robin, try not to be silly at a time like this. If you
ever see me really going into a comma, don't try and
stop me." my sister replied.
"But why? Why would you ask me to do that to you? Now
it's your turn to be silly. You're my sister." I said
with curiousity in my eye.
"Because, being asleep while it all happens is better
than being awake in all the tourment." she answered
sadly.
She turned her back to me and crossed her arms.
Mary Jackson's side of the story
I could almost feel my brother's emotion change
even though I had my back turned to him.
"Don't talk like that. Someone will find us.
we'll scream at the top of our lungs when
our doorbell rings. That will notify the
person who comes to our home that we're
in here. Then, we just wait and see what
kind of excuse they have when their guests
discover the noise." Robin said mischievesly.
"Haven't you heard the statement: "Oh. Uh,
that's only the television." I answered.
"Oh, yeah, right. Wait a sec! If they say
that, we just yell: "NO IT AIN'T!" Robin
said, as the idea popped into his mind.
"What if by the time a guest appears at
the door, our parents are asleep, or at
work, or even not ready to answer it?
What if when a guest appears, we don't
have enough energy to yell loud enough?
What about those options, Robin?"I asked
him, expecting an answer.
Robin looked very thoughtful. He just leaned
against the wall until he slumped to the
floor. He let out a huge sigh, and started
to weep. This is the first time I remember
seeing him cry like this.
"I want my lunch! I want my shower!
HELLO! I need to use the restroom!" He
bellowed.
Amazingly there was an answer. I heard the
sound of an electric saw. I stepped back
as the piece of wall crashed to the ground.
WE WERE FREE!
Robin Jackson's side of the story
There was my mother! She was holding the saw!
"You can come out now." she said flatly.
My sister burst out of the room with
great speed! She had a great leap in her
steps! She ran til she got to the bathroom.
I was so excited I could barely stand! I
felt like I was choking on the joy that
filled my body. I quickly stepped out
of the room. I looked, and there was
lunch, prepared and ready! I walked
up to the lunch tray to grab a plate.
To my surprise, my dad intercepted me.
"What got into me! I didn't mean to let
them out!" she said, seeming to be afraid
that I would eat.
My sister came out of the restroom. She hoped
that she too could grab a quick bite.
"What's going on? Is this some kind of crazy,
sick, "I wanted to get your hopes up
prank?" she asked angrilly.
"I guess it is." my mom answered.
All of the sudden, me and my sister burst
into tears all at once and spoke up,
begging our parents to not put us back
in.
"Quiet! You don't tell me what to do you
little children! I know this is
unbelievable, but we want to put you back
in." mother said.
She grabbed my sister by the arms and my dad
grabbed me by my right ear.
They dragged us right back to the room.
We both sobbed as we saw the piece of
wall being glued n' nailed in.
Once they were done we banged on the wall.
"You hate us! You're just lousy parents! We
need food! We may have to use the restroom!
We smell sick! We need a shower! We're so
uncomfortable! Give us our beds! We're
starting to get very tired! Let us out!"
we demanded in unison.
We were getting sick about this. My sister
and I were starting to get ill.
We were dying!
Mary Jackson's side of the story
"Shut up in there!" our dad yelled, knocking on
our door.
I was really starting to feel depressed. And I
thought being teased by Robin was depressing.
I smelled my armpit.
"Yuck! Eew, I feel disgusting." I said in disgust.
"Yeah, a shower would be the last thing i'd take
before I died. I can't even do that." my brother
said.
"I would-I-I, I, I would too." I said, starting to
sob.
Now we were both crying.
"I JUST CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE!!!!!" my brother
screamed.
He turned his back to me and went real close
to the wall. He'd just peeed on the ground.
"Eeew! YUCK!" he said.
I closed my nose. I watched in horror. My
brother collapsed. I almost did myself, but
I stopped myself and shook my head to help
me stay awake.
That next morning, we woke up as we always
did. Let me tell you about the terrible mood
we had. We were missing five things.
1: We had almost starved
2: We didn't know what it felt like to be
comfortable
3: Our fun was destroyed
4: We had no one to talk to, practically
5: We were dirtier than a beaver's teeth
The only thing we had was energy, but that
wasn't enough. A sim needs all of the above
to feel good. I'm in a terrible mood right
now. Probably four red. If you ask me, I
think I should quit writing about my pain
in this stupid notebook. Too bad I can't.
If I don't, I won't be able to avenge my
death. And you have no idea how much I want
to.
Robin's side of the story
You heard her folks. She needs to avenge her
tourmenting death. Me, I have a certain kind
of thirst for revenge. I as thirsty for it as
the greek shepherd who ran and won the olmpic
marthon must have been thirsty for water. I
am as tired as him in a way. I am tired of
this sick experience. Wow, well, are parents
are going to work. I heard the beep. What
will they come home with today? Things they
want? They definetly don't want anymore kids,
that's for sure. Later...
Dad started coming in our room. He built a small
room inside of our room. He and mom pushed
us in, they covered it up. We soon found our
selves inside a small place just a bit bigger
than the restroom. I didn't know why they did
it, at first. Boring. Boring. Boring. That's
what i'd call this room, boring. If you ask
me, I think that it's impossible for you readers
to even try and understand what we're going
through. More cramped, uncomfortable. boring.
places. No food to eat. No showers. Can you
even visualize. HEAVEN'S NO! You can't imagine
the pain. I hear a soft "THUMP."
My sister had just collapsed. I grabbed my head
real hard and shook it. I was getting tired
myself. It was my turn to collapse. I fell
asleep, and I know I fell to the ground.
Mary Jackson's side of the story
I woke up just like I always woke up. I
angrilly stamped my feet and then crossed
my arms. I then started sobbing. It was so
painful! My brother was still asleep. I must
have slept for a long time to feel so bad.
About an hour later my brother awoke. He
angrilly stamped his feet and sobbed as I
did. That's what we call "waking up in the
morning."
"This sucks!!!" Robin shouted at the top of
his voice.
I ofcourse was thinking the same thing. I
was sick of this. I had no life. It was
crazy! It's like a nightmare where you
and your brother are trapped in the
"ghost dungeon" where all you do is wait
to die. You have no parents and the only
ones who take "care" of you are sick monsters.
They just beat you, tourment you, and push
you around. Not only that, but they are
super bossy! I started to cry. Today I
will be scratching and banging at the
door begging to be let out of here! For
once, I felt lonely. The day gets eaten
up slowly around here, doesn't it? I wish
days would go by quicker. I actually even
miss school! Hey, slow, or not, mom and
dad's carpool is finally here. What will
they bring home today, a "Deadly Kid
Squisher?" I just have no idea! Yesterday
they had enough money to cramp us in this
tiny space, now, what will they do next?
Robin's side of the story
My sister's strenght looks like it being
demented quicker than mine. I'm just trying
to find out who goes first. I started crying.
"I-I, Robin? I-I-I. I belive I, I think I am
going. I'm dying Robin." Mary said, coughing
out tears every second.
I didn't know what to say or do. I was just
plain suprised. I couldn't take it any more.
I turned my back to her and said,
"I don't think you're going today, Mary. None
of us are going to go. It won't be now, it
just won't be."
I tryed hard not to cry. Then I just burst
into tears. I couldn't hold them in any
longer. My sister grabbed me and hugged me.
She wouldn't let go.
"I hope you're right. Boy do I hope you're
right!" she said, still hugging me.
Just as she finally realeased me, I heard
the sound of a carpool coming in. Mary
gasped in horror. Neither of us knew what
they were going to do.
Mary's side of the story
"Let's check and see if the're still alive."
I heard daddy say.
I cramed into a small corner of the room. Robin
I heard dad getting the saw. he turned it on
and sawed out part of the wall. He sawed just
inches away from Robin's shoulder. He quickly
scanned the room.
"Gotcha! Still alive, huh? Sarah! Give me the
fireplace installation kit! Move outta the way
kids." dad said.
We slowly moved away and held on tightly to
eachother. Mother kept coming back and forth
til she had given him all the pieces for the
fireplace.
"If every thing goes like planned, you kids
will have a fireplace in about four, short,
hours." dad said smiling.
Robin's side of the story
We watched as dad built the fireplace. We
gave him a few dirty looks and glared at
him, but other than that, we kept our
mouths shut. It took him five, long,
terrible hours to build that fireplace.
"You're all set, kids! Sarah, bring the
firewood!" dad said.
Mom brought the firewood. She also lit
the fire. Dad left the room. Mom also
left. A few minutes later, dad came back
a dollhouse. He placed it on the left side
of the fire place. He then recovered the
little room.
"Yeah! The room looks much better! Not only
that, but we have something to play with!"
I said happily.
That was the only thing I cared about.
Mary Jackson's side of the story
I didn't have the time to be as excited
as Robin. I was so empty inside. I needed
victuals(food) quick, or I was rat bait.
I had to find something to eat. I had no
food in my body and my energy was fading.
I didn't tell Robin, I was afraid i'd upset
him like last time. I'm about to die. I
don't have much time left. When my energy
is gone-
"FIRE!!!!! FIRE!!!! HELP! HELP!" Robin's
panicked voice interupted my thoughts.
I flipped around and my eyes widened. I
gasped in horror.
"OH MY GOD! WE'RE GONNA BURN!!! AAAAAAAAA-
HHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!" I jumped
up an-
Robin's side of the story
I wacthed in horror as the flames angrilly
glared at me. I glanced at Mary. She
dropped the notebook. Grabbing her heart
she said:
"Unhhh."
She collapsed. I ran to her and grabbed her.
Her last words were:
"This is my last drop of energy. Goodbye.
Robin."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" I screamed.
Murder on Sim lane
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By gip-k
This is gip-k. I need to tell you about
The Jackson family tragedie. We'll start by looking at
Robin Jackson's side of the story. When it says, "Mary
Jackson's side of the story, we'll be look'in at things
her way. Got it? O.K. Let me tell you the real story.
Robin Jackson's side of the story.
"Face it Johnny, we can't afford to support these kids."
I heard my mother, Sarah, say.
"I know Sarah, but we just can't find any way to take care
of this." my father Johnny answered.
"Johnny, I know this sounds harsh, but since we don't have
enough money to send them to milltary school, we have to-"
my mom was cut off by my dad's answer.
"I know, you told me before, we have to kill them."
I was so startled I almost screamed like a girl. What in
the Devil possesed my mom to come up with that! I leaned
on the wall til I had slumped down to the floor.
Kill them. KILL THEM! the words rang in my small head.
"I have to tell Mary!" I whispered to myself. I didn't wan't
my parents to hear me. They could have caught me and killed
me right then.
Mary Jackson's side of the story.
I could have died right then because I laughed so hard at
my brother's silly story.
"That is one of the funniest stories you have ever told me.
Oh no! Maybe the'll kill us like the witch tried to kill
Hansel and Gretel! Haa ha ha! He he he!" I said,
laughing.
"You wouldn't laugh if you heard them say it with your own
ears! Look how much you laughed! Now tears are coming from
eyes! You've turned into a cry baby! Cry baby, cry baby,
you're a little, teeny cry baby. She can't stop being a baby
and crying!" my brother said.
I hate it when he sings that silly song. I still thought he
dreamed it when he said that he heard mom and daddy planning
to kill us. I believed he was pulling my leg. The next day I
would soon find out. After we came home from school the next
day, I saw dad taking our beds out of our room.
"Why are you taking our beds out of the room?" I asked him
curiously.
"Uhhh, well, I was taking them out temporarely. I wanted to
give the room a new paint job."
"Oh, so that's why." I said.
Robin and I went to eat lunch. I casually looked out of the
window, and to my surprise, there were are beds. And every-
thing else from our room, out on the front yard, under a banner
that said "Yard Sale." Everything was priced and ready to be
sold.
Robin Jackson's side of the story
"Look, Robin." my sister said, pointing at the window. "I
thought dad said he was giving the room a new paint job.
Why would he lie?"
"I haven't got any idea. At all." I said.
Then mother called our names.
"Robin! Mary! Would you please come! Hurry!" she called.
We went into the the room where she was in. It was our
bedroom.
"Why did daddy sell our stuff? Why? Why!!!" Mary demanded.
"Yeah, why?" I added.
"Cause we're gonna buy you new stuff. Wait here. Lemme go
get the picture of them." she answered.
We trusted her. Then when she left Dad came in. He was
wearing some goggles and holding a drill and hammer.
He took the nails out of our bedroom door and removed
it. Then, he left. Me and Mary looked at eachother and
shrugged. Dad came back with a peace of wall about the
size of the door and some wood glue. He glued the piece
of wall in. We couldn't see him anymore. But we heard
the sound of nails being drilled in.
HE LOCKED US IN!
My parents always seemed to be unhappy. They always said
they wished they could "soothe there want for the little
little things that made life so precious." But it looks
like they don't care for the "little people who make life
more fun!" US! US! How could they do this! They just wanted
to do this to be richer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They wanted to make life so "affordable!"
"Let us out! Please! Let us out! Please! Help! Someone
help! Anybody! Help us! PLEEEEEEASE!!!!!!!!!!" my sister's
voice bombarded my thoughts.
She banged on the wall with all her might and started to sob.
What would happen to us now?
Mary Jackson's side of the story
The only reason you know this experience is because we're
writing it in Robin's new school notebook. Everyone will
know about the kids with the lousy parents. How could
they do this! They are sick parents. Even if they let
us out my relationship with them would never be the same.
That first day we went without dinner. We waited in that
room, hoping they would change their minds.
They didn't.
I wondered what would happen. I was horrified. This was
the worst day of my life. They didn't even let us come
out to use the bathroom. They just ignored us and let
us wet our pants and soak the floor. For that, the room
was dirty and smelly. My hygeine was horrible. I'm sure
my poor brother's was the same. We screamed for dear
life and cried for mercy. I'm sure our parents heard
us good and loud and just decided to ignore our constant
flow of tears. They hated us and wanted no part in working
hard and enduring the unhappiness til they had enough
money to help the family. My brother seemed very
uncomfortable as he wacthed me fall to the ground.
I fell because I couldn't take staying awake anymore.
I just simply collapsed. I remember that night before
I did I heard my parents fixing dinner. I was oh, so
hungry. Besides, this all happened so rapidly but I
didn't even have time to eat lunch after school.
I'd never have to attend school again, but it was better
to attend then be dead, if you know what I mean.
Robin Jackson's side of the story
The second morning we woke up. Getting hungrier and
starving. I felt like every muscle in my body was
twisted and in worst shape than ever. I felt so
uncomfortable I could have cried. When I was
finally on my feet I stretched and stretched. I
wish I could have done it while sitting on a soft
bed with an average comfort mattress. Well, anyhow,
I felt my back snap and crack 5 times. Yes, 5 times
people! That felt real good after sleeping on the
ground. Standing up is better than that! Someone
with plenty of comfort would have said that feeling
your back crack was nothing. However, someone with
barely any at all would say it's like heaven. Like
biting into a rich, chocolate, devil's cake brownie.
My sister finally woke up. "Ooooh, ouch, aaahhh, ouch,
oooh, ah!" she said, getting up in pain. When she
was finally on her feet she... "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She screamed so loud that if we were in a funny world
it would have made the baby cry cause it was deaf,
make the birds fly off their branches, make the
rooster croak at 11:00, make all the kids peee in,
their pants, and make the grown up's eyes widen and
make them all say: "Huh?"
Well, I was worried then. I asked her if she was
alright. She was biting her upper lip with her eyes
wide, wide open. And she finally, without turning
to look at me, nodded. She didn't say a word. What
if she was in shock? What if she was about to
collapse and never get up? What if she was slowly
falling into a comma. But why was she fading so
soon? What if... I panicked. I simply grabbed her
waist and shook her up real good.
"MARY! SNAP OUT OF IT!!!!!!!" I screamed.
"Stop it! Get your hands off me! What are you doing?
ROBIN!!!" she screamed. I took my hands off her.
"Geeze! Get a hold of yourself! I only looked like
that because I felt like every bone in my body was
broken. What are you trying to do? Really brake them!"
she said angrilly.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were going into a comma
when I saw that funny look on your face."
I answered sheepishly.
"Robin, try not to be silly at a time like this. If you
ever see me really going into a comma, don't try and
stop me." my sister replied.
"But why? Why would you ask me to do that to you? Now
it's your turn to be silly. You're my sister." I said
with curiousity in my eye.
"Because, being asleep while it all happens is better
than being awake in all the tourment." she answered
sadly.
She turned her back to me and crossed her arms.
Mary Jackson's side of the story
I could almost feel my brother's emotion change
even though I had my back turned to him.
"Don't talk like that. Someone will find us.
we'll scream at the top of our lungs when
our doorbell rings. That will notify the
person who comes to our home that we're
in here. Then, we just wait and see what
kind of excuse they have when their guests
discover the noise." Robin said mischievesly.
"Haven't you heard the statement: "Oh. Uh,
that's only the television." I answered.
"Oh, yeah, right. Wait a sec! If they say
that, we just yell: "NO IT AIN'T!" Robin
said, as the idea popped into his mind.
"What if by the time a guest appears at
the door, our parents are asleep, or at
work, or even not ready to answer it?
What if when a guest appears, we don't
have enough energy to yell loud enough?
What about those options, Robin?"I asked
him, expecting an answer.
Robin looked very thoughtful. He just leaned
against the wall until he slumped to the
floor. He let out a huge sigh, and started
to weep. This is the first time I remember
seeing him cry like this.
"I want my lunch! I want my shower!
HELLO! I need to use the restroom!" He
bellowed.
Amazingly there was an answer. I heard the
sound of an electric saw. I stepped back
as the piece of wall crashed to the ground.
WE WERE FREE!
Robin Jackson's side of the story
There was my mother! She was holding the saw!
"You can come out now." she said flatly.
My sister burst out of the room with
great speed! She had a great leap in her
steps! She ran til she got to the bathroom.
I was so excited I could barely stand! I
felt like I was choking on the joy that
filled my body. I quickly stepped out
of the room. I looked, and there was
lunch, prepared and ready! I walked
up to the lunch tray to grab a plate.
To my surprise, my dad intercepted me.
"What got into me! I didn't mean to let
them out!" she said, seeming to be afraid
that I would eat.
My sister came out of the restroom. She hoped
that she too could grab a quick bite.
"What's going on? Is this some kind of crazy,
sick, "I wanted to get your hopes up
prank?" she asked angrilly.
"I guess it is." my mom answered.
All of the sudden, me and my sister burst
into tears all at once and spoke up,
begging our parents to not put us back
in.
"Quiet! You don't tell me what to do you
little children! I know this is
unbelievable, but we want to put you back
in." mother said.
She grabbed my sister by the arms and my dad
grabbed me by my right ear.
They dragged us right back to the room.
We both sobbed as we saw the piece of
wall being glued n' nailed in.
Once they were done we banged on the wall.
"You hate us! You're just lousy parents! We
need food! We may have to use the restroom!
We smell sick! We need a shower! We're so
uncomfortable! Give us our beds! We're
starting to get very tired! Let us out!"
we demanded in unison.
We were getting sick about this. My sister
and I were starting to get ill.
We were dying!
Mary Jackson's side of the story
"Shut up in there!" our dad yelled, knocking on
our door.
I was really starting to feel depressed. And I
thought being teased by Robin was depressing.
I smelled my armpit.
"Yuck! Eew, I feel disgusting." I said in disgust.
"Yeah, a shower would be the last thing i'd take
before I died. I can't even do that." my brother
said.
"I would-I-I, I, I would too." I said, starting to
sob.
Now we were both crying.
"I JUST CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE!!!!!" my brother
screamed.
He turned his back to me and went real close
to the wall. He'd just peeed on the ground.
"Eeew! YUCK!" he said.
I closed my nose. I watched in horror. My
brother collapsed. I almost did myself, but
I stopped myself and shook my head to help
me stay awake.
That next morning, we woke up as we always
did. Let me tell you about the terrible mood
we had. We were missing five things.
1: We had almost starved
2: We didn't know what it felt like to be
comfortable
3: Our fun was destroyed
4: We had no one to talk to, practically
5: We were dirtier than a beaver's teeth
The only thing we had was energy, but that
wasn't enough. A sim needs all of the above
to feel good. I'm in a terrible mood right
now. Probably four red. If you ask me, I
think I should quit writing about my pain
in this stupid notebook. Too bad I can't.
If I don't, I won't be able to avenge my
death. And you have no idea how much I want
to.
Robin's side of the story
You heard her folks. She needs to avenge her
tourmenting death. Me, I have a certain kind
of thirst for revenge. I as thirsty for it as
the greek shepherd who ran and won the olmpic
marthon must have been thirsty for water. I
am as tired as him in a way. I am tired of
this sick experience. Wow, well, are parents
are going to work. I heard the beep. What
will they come home with today? Things they
want? They definetly don't want anymore kids,
that's for sure. Later...
Dad started coming in our room. He built a small
room inside of our room. He and mom pushed
us in, they covered it up. We soon found our
selves inside a small place just a bit bigger
than the restroom. I didn't know why they did
it, at first. Boring. Boring. Boring. That's
what i'd call this room, boring. If you ask
me, I think that it's impossible for you readers
to even try and understand what we're going
through. More cramped, uncomfortable. boring.
places. No food to eat. No showers. Can you
even visualize. HEAVEN'S NO! You can't imagine
the pain. I hear a soft "THUMP."
My sister had just collapsed. I grabbed my head
real hard and shook it. I was getting tired
myself. It was my turn to collapse. I fell
asleep, and I know I fell to the ground.
Mary Jackson's side of the story
I woke up just like I always woke up. I
angrilly stamped my feet and then crossed
my arms. I then started sobbing. It was so
painful! My brother was still asleep. I must
have slept for a long time to feel so bad.
About an hour later my brother awoke. He
angrilly stamped his feet and sobbed as I
did. That's what we call "waking up in the
morning."
"This sucks!!!" Robin shouted at the top of
his voice.
I ofcourse was thinking the same thing. I
was sick of this. I had no life. It was
crazy! It's like a nightmare where you
and your brother are trapped in the
"ghost dungeon" where all you do is wait
to die. You have no parents and the only
ones who take "care" of you are sick monsters.
They just beat you, tourment you, and push
you around. Not only that, but they are
super bossy! I started to cry. Today I
will be scratching and banging at the
door begging to be let out of here! For
once, I felt lonely. The day gets eaten
up slowly around here, doesn't it? I wish
days would go by quicker. I actually even
miss school! Hey, slow, or not, mom and
dad's carpool is finally here. What will
they bring home today, a "Deadly Kid
Squisher?" I just have no idea! Yesterday
they had enough money to cramp us in this
tiny space, now, what will they do next?
Robin's side of the story
My sister's strenght looks like it being
demented quicker than mine. I'm just trying
to find out who goes first. I started crying.
"I-I, Robin? I-I-I. I belive I, I think I am
going. I'm dying Robin." Mary said, coughing
out tears every second.
I didn't know what to say or do. I was just
plain suprised. I couldn't take it any more.
I turned my back to her and said,
"I don't think you're going today, Mary. None
of us are going to go. It won't be now, it
just won't be."
I tryed hard not to cry. Then I just burst
into tears. I couldn't hold them in any
longer. My sister grabbed me and hugged me.
She wouldn't let go.
"I hope you're right. Boy do I hope you're
right!" she said, still hugging me.
Just as she finally realeased me, I heard
the sound of a carpool coming in. Mary
gasped in horror. Neither of us knew what
they were going to do.
Mary's side of the story
"Let's check and see if the're still alive."
I heard daddy say.
I cramed into a small corner of the room. Robin
I heard dad getting the saw. he turned it on
and sawed out part of the wall. He sawed just
inches away from Robin's shoulder. He quickly
scanned the room.
"Gotcha! Still alive, huh? Sarah! Give me the
fireplace installation kit! Move outta the way
kids." dad said.
We slowly moved away and held on tightly to
eachother. Mother kept coming back and forth
til she had given him all the pieces for the
fireplace.
"If every thing goes like planned, you kids
will have a fireplace in about four, short,
hours." dad said smiling.
Robin's side of the story
We watched as dad built the fireplace. We
gave him a few dirty looks and glared at
him, but other than that, we kept our
mouths shut. It took him five, long,
terrible hours to build that fireplace.
"You're all set, kids! Sarah, bring the
firewood!" dad said.
Mom brought the firewood. She also lit
the fire. Dad left the room. Mom also
left. A few minutes later, dad came back
a dollhouse. He placed it on the left side
of the fire place. He then recovered the
little room.
"Yeah! The room looks much better! Not only
that, but we have something to play with!"
I said happily.
That was the only thing I cared about.
Mary Jackson's side of the story
I didn't have the time to be as excited
as Robin. I was so empty inside. I needed
victuals(food) quick, or I was rat bait.
I had to find something to eat. I had no
food in my body and my energy was fading.
I didn't tell Robin, I was afraid i'd upset
him like last time. I'm about to die. I
don't have much time left. When my energy
is gone-
"FIRE!!!!! FIRE!!!! HELP! HELP!" Robin's
panicked voice interupted my thoughts.
I flipped around and my eyes widened. I
gasped in horror.
"OH MY GOD! WE'RE GONNA BURN!!! AAAAAAAAA-
HHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!" I jumped
up an-
Robin's side of the story
I wacthed in horror as the flames angrilly
glared at me. I glanced at Mary. She
dropped the notebook. Grabbing her heart
she said:
"Unhhh."
She collapsed. I ran to her and grabbed her.
Her last words were:
"This is my last drop of energy. Goodbye.
Robin."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" I screamed.