This is 5 Sim Lane. Note the fading shingles, the ancient weeping willows, the somber iron fence. A bit gloomy, isnâ€™t it? My dad always says itâ€™s the perfect place for a family named â€œGothâ€. Funny guy, my dad.
People think itâ€™s haunted because itâ€™s right next to a cemetery. Well, not really next to. More like on top of. Yep, those poor saps are basically buried in our yard. But since they were here first, I like to think that weâ€™re the ones haunting them.
My name is Cassandra, by the way. And for the record, Iâ€™ve lived here all my life and never seen a ghost.
I donâ€™t see much of anyone, really. My parents are both embarking on new careers and spend most of the day at work. Theyâ€™re gone in the morning before I even eat my breakfast.
Thatâ€™s not entirely their fault, though. The first thing I do most mornings when I get up is write. I like to record the strange dreams I have because I figure theyâ€™ll make good stories someday. Theyâ€™re crazy nonsense by themselves, but eventually Iâ€™ll have enough bits and pieces that I can sew all the good parts together and create my own little Frankenstein monster.
I have to write all my ideas down right away or they fall out of my head like gumballs. Iâ€™m horribly scatterbrained. But Iâ€™ve been that way since birth, so I find ways to cope.
Itâ€™s the same with the aloneness. Iâ€™m an only child, and I grew up spending a lot of time by myself, so I got used to it. In fact, I started to like it. I can honestly say I donâ€™t mind being alone. Itâ€™s good for the imagination.
Like, this morning after my breakfast, I was clearing away the plates and saw a putrid green cloud of flies hovering over the table. Now, I know they were only there because my parents left their dirty plates outside. But it got me thinkingâ€¦what if the flies were really ghostsâ€¦who had been summoned by a ghost overlord to do his biddingâ€¦but they had displeased him somehowâ€¦so he had turned them into clouds of flies, doomed to swarm over decaying, rotting things for all eternityâ€¦and what if these clouds of flies could merge into even larger swarms and terrorize the countrysideâ€¦?
All right, so itâ€™s a little wacko, but if you combine it with the dream I had last night about magic gnomes, you might have something.
Iâ€™d love to write a serious book someday. A space opera, or maybe a fantasy. I love to read, and my favorite book of all time is The Warlock of Palladia by Matt Goss. Iâ€™ve read it three times, and it never gets old.
I do have to say, one disadvantage of living in my own head so much and enjoying my own company is that I have a tough time making friends. I had exactly one friend when I was a kid â€“ his name was Miles Mullroy.
Miles was a little weird, which is probably why we got along so well. He wore a pith helmet all the time because he wanted to be an explorer when he grew up.
We played tag in his yard after school one time, and I think that was the most fun Iâ€™ve had not being alone.
I see Miles at school, but we donâ€™t really talk much anymore. I heard heâ€™s dating some girl named Rhonda. He had his Teen-day a few days ago, just like I did. Although I doubt he was by himself.
No cake, no presents, no parents. I know it sounds a bit depressing, but Iâ€™m used to it. And for the most part, I donâ€™t mind it. I like to be alone after all. But I have to admit there is a teensy part of me that wishes I could spend more time with my parents. Especially my mom. She’s kind of everything I’m not.
Sometimes it just feels all wrong, like Iâ€™m a ghost and they canâ€™t see me.
I guess Iâ€™d better make an effort to contact the living.
Note: This is a bit on the short side, but I’m pretty rusty at writing stories. The last one I wrote was almost a year ago! Yikes. Anyway, I don’t write stories about the Maxis characters much — my one Shady Bluff story is the exception — but after playing Simbil’s Goth family I got attached to Cassandra. She looked a bit unfortunate when she grew up, so with apologies to Simbil again, I edited her in CAS to make her look like more like the Sims 2 Cassandra (although I forgot to make her glasses black). I also wanted to mention that this is all based on gameplay and not posed — I don’t want to back myself into a corner like I did with The Francesca Diaries. So I have no real plot in mind — the story will take shape as I play. That means it may end up being a really lame story. Just a warning. ;-)