Marco and Elena’s moods were like a see-saw: when one of them was up, the other was down. As Marco became enthusiastic about his shop again, Elena found herself feeling anxious and lonely. More and more her thoughts strayed to her absent mother and how comforting her presence had been.
Eventually she found it hard to drag herself out of bed in the morning. She had grown to hate school; Mrs. Merrifield was a demanding teacher, and the kids were always asking her where her mother was. She had decided to tell them that her mama was dead, as it was easier than explaining her transformation into stage star Lulu Laxton.
The only thing worth going to school for, in Elena’s opinion, was a boy called Zale Whidbee. The Whidbees had settled on the island around the same time as the Portelas, on a small farm which so far produced only wildflowers and berries. Zale was a pleasant-faced young man, always friendly to the other children and eager to join in any game they had going. But for some reason Elena was pitifully shy around him, and never had the courage to strike up a conversation.
One day after school Elena decided to take a break from chores and stroll through the new park across the street. She waved good-bye to her father, who was directing a customer to the latest shipment of coffee beans, and stepped out into the refreshing island air.
She took a quick jaunt around the park, observing the beautiful flowers in bloom and the dancing of the fountains, her heart lightening with each step. On her way back to the shop, she caught sight of Zale Whidbee and slowed down considerably.
He seemed to be doing nothing but enjoying the scenery, and as Elena approached him, she pondered what she might say to him. She had never really talked to boys, except to tell them to “go away” when they teased her or tugged on her hair.
“Hallo there, Zale,” she called out, which caused the boy to turn and stare at her blankly. Elena worried that he didn’t recognize her, but dismissed the idea as ridiculous since she was the only girl of his age at the school.
“How do you like the park?” she ventured, trying to sound nonchalant. “Aren’t the flowers magnificent?”
Zale shrugged. He didn’t seem to give two figs about flowers. “I’m just passin’ through,” he said, looking around for an escape route.
“Well,” said Elena, clearing her throat. “Would you like to play a game of chess with me, perchance?”
Zale arched a brow skeptically, as if she had just asked him to eat a cartload of rotten apples.
“Chess?” he asked. “I don’t play chess.”
“How about hopscotch?” she asked. He shook his head. “Marbles? Jacks? Mary Mack?”
The boy’s eyes widened. “Mary Mack? Are you pulling my leg? That’s a girls’ game!” With that he turned and cruised out of the park, not even glancing behind him once.
Elena was mortified. All she wanted to do was be friends with the boy, and he thought she was crazy. Even worse, she had wounded his pride by asking him to play a “girls’ game”. Elena moped over to a bench and heaved herself onto it.
“Are you the Portela girl?” said a kindly voice. Elena glanced up and saw a kindly face to match the voice. It was Mrs. Carmer, whose husband ran the new general store next to Portela’s Market. Feeling too despondent to be particularly friendly, Elena merely nodded her head and went back to brooding.
Mrs. Carmer took the seat next to Elena. “I wanted to tell you the pie you made was delicious. Your father was so nice to bring it over.”
This got Elena’s attention. She didn’t know her father had done such a thing. “Oh,” she began, not knowing how to reply. “I’m so glad.” She attempted a smile, but it looked more like a grimace.
There was an awkward lull before Mrs. Carmer spoke again. “I know it must be hard for you…without your mother,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “My mother passed away, too, when I was about your age.”
The color rose in Elena’s cheeks. So the “rumor” that her mother had died was making its way through the island…she wondered if it had reached her father’s ears. If so, she was in trouble, for her father despised liars. She thanked Mrs. Carmer for her sympathy and excused herself to go home and finish her chores.
Upon reaching the shop, she saw her father shaking hands with Mr. Carmer as if they were already lifelong friends.
As inconspicuously as possible, Elena slipped into the shop and up the back stair, hiding herself in her room to work on her lessons until her father came in. She had a feeling, however, that she was only prolonging the inevitable. At length she heard her father’s footfalls in the dining room, then the water running in the kitchen and her father whistling some merry tune. He sounded too chipper to be angry, so she ventured forth from her room, her steps timid.
“Elena!” he boomed as soon as he heard her door open. The tone of his voice made her want to race right back. “Elena, come here!” he called again. She took a deep breath and entered the kitchen.
Her father was in the midst of preparing supper. As he chopped up a wizened carrot, he said, “Elena, I was wondering if you could mind the shop for me tomorrow afternoon. I’m paying a visit to the Bruneys.”
Elena released her pent-up fear in a long sigh. She began slicing the potato he handed her.
“What for?” she asked, more relaxed now. All she knew of the Bruneys was that they lived in a big mansion over by the Dunnavants’.
“According to the Carmers,” he said, lifting his brows as if confiding something, “the Bruneys’ maid Miss Dearin already knows — or knows of — everyone in town. And, according to the Carmers, she’s known for being something of a matchmaker. I thought I’d see if she could find me a wife.”
“OUCH!” cried Elena, her knife missing the potato.
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I love it Jen! Very original, and I love the beach scene! Man, I know you just posted this update..but I already can’t wait till the next one!
Your pictures are so wonderful. You must spend a lot of time making sure the setting is just right. They really help bring the story to life. This was a fabulous update as well, I really like the characters that you’ve managed to introduce so far. It seems like a large group to control. Are you having fun?
Amazing update, I’m completely hooked!
You’ve done a terrific job making your characters come to life; I can’t wait for the next update.
Awesome job, as usual! The dresses and stories remind me of the Braytons, wich makes this story even more interesting for me. Poor Elena! She should find someone she loves soon. Or maybe se already did, just does not know it yet…
BTW, I updated as well.
I love this storie so far, i can´t wait to see more :D
Great update!!!
*squeals!* The pictures are just gorgeous. You have this knick for taking shots that look like stills from a movie, I love it!
Wow everyone is updating today with such great posts. and its all because its my birthday haha..maybe not but it sounds good. I loved this post and the beach scene all.I wonder what is wrong with that boy…being all mean to that lovely girl. Haha maybe he likes her and is ashamed or too shy to tell her..maybe not but hey. Hahaha great update Jen.
I don’t think I could keep track of this many families. That’s how the legacy challenge spoils you. You only have to play one family and after a few generations it gets much easier. Wow, though. I can relate to this Elena girl. No matter if I get an A average, school is miserably depressing. Especially when you have to get yourself adjusted to it after vacation. In this story it’s sounding a lot like Cecily’s romance life. She has a crush on a stupid boy, has an inattentive father, as good as dead mother and she’ll probably end up having to adjust to her father’s new wife. Like Cecily only Elena knew her mother and there are a lot of other differences too. I did like reading the Cecily angle, though, so I think I’m going to like this story. Just make sure not to pass out trying to write these amazing stories.
Great update, Jen! Love the costumes!
At times like these, any sense of normality is welcome. I had to evacuate due to hurricane Katrina, and I’m staying in another state with old family friends until my family can return (which will be quite a while). It’s really uplifting to read your stories at a time like this. It helps me forget for awhile, which is a priceless thing for certain. I’ll be looking forward to future posts more than ever. Keep up the wonderful work.
Thanks everyone, glad you liked the update! I’m having fun with the RKC but struggling a bit with the best way to tell stories about it. So feedback of any kind is definitely welcome.
DylanTK, it means a lot to me that my silly stories could help you forget your troubles for a bit, so thanks for that. I left a longer comment over on your blog. Take care!
You know Jen, it doesn’t seem to matter what the plot of the story is, you are great at writing it. This story doesn’t even seem like The Sims, it just seems like a great novel!
I love your stories, cannot wait to read more! You must be having so much fun playing these families! =)
~Kath
Jen, this new neighborhood of yours seems to be a great one. So much going on already!
The Portelas…is that a maxi skin tone as I love their coloring.