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A Visit to Sunset Valley: Questions from the Fans

Hi everyone, it’s been a hot minute since I posted here. I’m still working on setting up my TS3 game for the next story in Kass’ series. In the meantime, I have  some fun questions given to me by members of my Freezer Bunnies Reading Circle over on the forums.   I was going to answer everything over on the forums, but then it got a bit carried away so I’m sharing here for all my readers.  I sent my TS3 Simself to be the snoopy reporter and ask questions of this delightful cast.

Disclaimer: The answers are given based on where said reading circle is at in KCLKF (up through  Arc 12 or  chapter 1.33).  Really mild spoilers if you haven’t read that far.  Oh and a bit of breaking-the-fourth-wall humor.  Shout-out to all my reading circle peeps (you’re all mentioned below somewhere). Minor edit… apologies to Duvelina for not crediting her correctly. 


It’s a beautiful morning in Sunset Valley, Valverde.   The world appears to be peaceful as it is  just after the morning rush hour.  You can hear the low roar of ocean waves crashing against the soft sandy beaches and sweet sounds of swallows as they gather their families for the juicy gossip on the telephone wires.  No, not our gossip. Theirs. You know – like did you hear that  Chirpy McChatterbox was heard making amorous ticking sounds toward Hooty Howlin’ near the movie theater last weekend?  😉

While there are some clouds in sight, the skies are bright and beautiful.  Nothing can beat that tranquil blue!  I pause for a moment to drink in the sites, trying to ignore the Altos hideous Pepto-Bismol pink house on the hill. Tossing my empty paper cup  into the trash, I pop a mint to avoid coffee breath and head toward Central Park in downtown.

Gave my TS3 Simselfie a makeover… and put her in my favorite red plaid shirt. 🙂 Forgive what’s happening to Kass’ necklace here. I have no clue why it bugged out.

I caught up with the star  of The Krazy Crazy Life of Kassiopeia Fullbright.  We met on a park bench near the pond. I have to say it is a unique experience chatting with a character I’ve created.

Lizzie:  Hey Kass. Thanks for making time for this.

Kass: Sure. It’s an honor to chat with you, Lizzie.

Lizzie: No, the honor is mine. You’ve really brought my vision to life, and you’ve had some excellent input of your own . You’ve really taken charge of your life.

Kass: (smiles shyly) Wow… really? Um… that’s great to… hear. I haven’t been too sure… about a lotta things lately.

Lizzie: Well, let’s dive right in. Hope you don’t mind the cameras.

Kass: Not at all. I’m kinda used to them by now.

Lizzie: Really? They’re kinda weird for me. (clears throat) Okay… so first question is from ajmkv, writer and host of  the popular competitive reality TV show, Kev & Get It.

Kass:  Wow! He is a KCLKF fan?  Love that show. Ayesh and I watch it almost as religiously as Specific Hospital.

Lizzie: (smirks) I know. I can’t get enough of the juicy juicy drama.

Kass: (tilts head) Really? You strike me as more of a thriller and suspense kind-of gal.

Lizzie: (grins sheepishly) Guilty pleasure. Actually… if I’m being honest… a pleasure, pleasure. Not guilty at all. I also like a good fantasy. You should check out Tales from Camelot. Fantasy mixed with some excellent suspense.

Kass:  (pulls out her phone) Bookmarking it now.

Lizzie: Alright… the questions – ajmkv says, “A lot happened to you in these (most recent) Arcs. Lots of emotion, both negative and positive. Trying to stay positive, what is it that you’re most looking forward to in the next few days?”

Her expression brightens. She looks relieved by the question. Her face lights up with a smile and a flush creeps into her cheeks.

Kass: I… I’m really happy with my new boyfriend. His name is Davis, as you know.  I couldn’t have gotten through what I did recently without him.

Lizzie: He did seem to help out a lot, especially during that harrowing night  at your house.

Kass: Yeah… that mess… (laughs awkwardly) I’m just hoping for some down-time… baseball-free… with Davis.

Lizzie: Next question is from MercuryFoam of the exciting supernatural  thriller, Between 2 Worlds.

Kass: (places hand on her stomach and gasps) Cool! I had no idea so many writers were into my story. And Between 2 Worlds is awesome!

Lizzie: (smiles) I know how much you like crime stories.

Kass: Are you kidding? I have a huge collection back at the house. I don’t have enough bookcases.

Lizzie: Tell me about it.  I think I need a whole room devoted to my behemoth library.

We both laugh lightly, completely at ease with one another. I couldn’t imagine a better person to carry out this story near and dear to my heart.

Lizzie: Actually whoops! Didn’t read my notes correctly.  Sorry about that.  Duvelina asks,  “Do you know what you want to study in college already?”

Kass: (cracks her knuckles) Heh… you’d think I would’ve made up my mind by now, right? I’m a down-to-the-wire kinda girl, you know.

Lizzie: Yes, I do. (points to self) Fatal flaw.

Kass: Yeah. I thought about business like Nonno.  Though flipping houses isn’t exactly what I’m thinking. Maybe something like business… law? I don’t know. (bites lower lip) Is that too ambitious?

Lizzie: Not at all. If you put your mind to it.

Kass: Thanks. I also thought about communications like you, or writing. I think I did pretty good at writing for the school paper. And I guess I could always teach.

Lizzie: Duvelina also asks… wow! I really didn’t read that right. Must not have had enough coffee this morning. Not a morning person.

Kass: Go by the Jolt later. Granny Jade will fix you up.

Lizzie: Thanks. Okay.  Duvelina’s question – “Where do you see yourself in  5 to 10 years? How do you feel about moving away from Sunset Valley for college?”

Kass: (smiles and scrunches her nose) Yeah, everyone’s kinda asking me that now days.  Standard adult question I guess.

Lizzie: Something like that.

Kass: I can definitely answer that last one. I am excited, but also nervous. I’ve wanted to go to Edgewater for the last four years of my life. Nonno is an alumnus and so is Davis. (flushes again) A lot of important people have graduated from there, and the town is home to my favorite Sim National football team.

Lizzie: (pumps fist in the air) Go Saints!

Kass:   I’m a little worried I’ll miss my friends… and my sisters… (expression sobers) Especially my sisters. I know how much they… uh… need me. But um… (rubs head) Five to ten years. That’s a long way out. I don’t know what I’m gonna have for dinner tomorrow night or where I might be crashing on the weekend. A lot’s going on around here. I don’t know if I can… answer that.   I mean, did you know what you wanted when you were my age?

Lizzie: (stops and thinks for a minute) I had ideas… I  planned on studying communications. I bounced around for a bit in college and came back to communications. No. I guess I didn’t know where I saw myself in five to ten years after college. Sure didn’t expect to be where I am now, but I’m blessed.

Lizzie: I can give you some advice. Don’t be afraid to experiment. To try new things and different things. Find a mentor. Someone who can help you talk through what you want, your interests, the future. Don’t worry too much about the people you leave behind. This is your time. Enjoy your uni years. They go by quick. Sometimes it takes awhile to know what you want.  You’ll figure it out, Kass. I believe in you.

Kass: Thank you.

Lizzie: I couldn’t ask for a better leading lady.

Kass: (puts hand to heart) I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.

Next I headed to Papyrus Memorial Library. Andi was there, studying. She pulled out her earbuds when I arrived.

Lizzie: What are you listening to?

Andi:  Tchaikovsky’s  Waltz of Flowers from The Nutcracker.  (smiles) It helps me concentrate. It’s early, but I’m looking forward to cooler temperatures.

Lizzie: Hey, no judging here. Today’s pretty nice though.

Andi: Really? (looks out the window) I’ve been cooped up in here for awhile. I saved up simos to get a laptop, but our internet at home is snail’s pace so I came here.

Lizzie: You can’t be studying, can you? School’s out.

Andi: Summer school. I’m taking Calc I and II just to get them over with.

Lizzie: (clicks her tongue) Ah. Math!

Andi: It’s not so bad. It’s actually kinda fun.

Lizzie: (laughs) Says you… that’s cool you saved up for a laptop.

Andi: Yeah, the next thing I want to do is save up to visit Liz Ridley’s restaurant in Brindleton Bay. That’ll be a good chunk of moula.

Lizzie:  Oh, she and I share the same name. And yes, I’ve heard her food is to die for!  Okay, hey, the reason I’m here is  your fans have asked some questions.

Andi: You mean someone likes my music?

Lizzie: Sort of. It’s from ajmkv: “What’s it like to be so wise? Tell me your secrets, queen!”

Andi: (throws hands in the air) Uh…. what? I’m not… wise… (blushes deeply) not like… wait… really? Someone said that about me?

Lizzie: (smiles and nods)

Andi: (gasps and gulps) Uh my secrets? I dunno… I’m just me…

Andi: (stands up abruptly and looks at her naked wrist) Uh… (forces a laugh) Would you look at the time? I just remembered I have brunch plans.

Lizzie: What about the question?

Andi: I don’t even know how to answer that.  (quickly gathers her personal items and makes an exit)

Next I managed to catch Ayesha walking out of Sharma Day Spa.

Lizzie: Hey girl!

Ayesha: (turns and grins) Hey Liz, what’s up?

Lizzie: Oh not too much. Staying busy. Working a lot. Trying to keep up with the fans.

Ayesha: Sounds rough. What can I do you for?

Lizzie: Ajmkv would like to know: “WHERE ARE YOU, GIRL? I miss you!” (arches her brows) Ooo… I hope I did that right. I think I was practically screaming.

Ayesha:  (smiles and scrunches her face) Aww I miss you too… wait… who are you?

Lizzie: Ajmkv. He’s one of your fans.

I gave Ayesha a lip piercing in the second story. Honestly, I forgot all about it until I had to transfer over my saved Sims from my old game and I noticed it.

Ayesha: Right…  (strikes a pose)  oh I’ve got so many fans. It’s hard to keep track. And where have I been? (runs hand through her hair)  I just got a lip piercing. What do ya think?

Lizzie: Uh…

Ayesha: So did I like forget to give him my digits or something?

Lizzie: I think he means since Kass is busy with Davis and family drama, and then the  break-in that happened the other night.

Ayesha: Oh my gawd! What break-in? I gotta go call Kass.  Seriously, you holding out on me, Liz?

Lizzie: (winces) Not intentionally.

Ayesha: Oh and if you see my Mama… you never saw (points at her mouth) This! Or my… uh… (looks down) crop top… or ripped jeans… actually… (lifts finger) better say you didn’t see me.

Lizzie: (pretends to zip lips) Your secret is safe with me.  And it looks fab!

Ayesha: (runs away and waves) Thanks, girl! Oh and feel free to give ajmkv my digits. He can call anytime.

I have no idea what my Simself was doing here. And here’s the unedited Molly, River, and Sandi.

Since it was lunchtime, I headed across the street to load up on the greasy goodness of Hogan’s Deep-Fried Diner. Two words. Mozzarella balls. Take it from me. Try the Ranch. Not the marinara.

As I approach Gage, I recognize the two ladies he’s talking to as Molly French and River McIrish. The teen is carrying sweet baby Sandi.

Gage: Yes, and I just got accepted to Northwestern in Windy City.

This version of Gage is wearing glasses. Okay… I learned something new. He usually wears contacts, I guess. 😉

Lizzie: (pumps fist in the air and jumps up and down) Whoo! Whoo! Go  Wiley Wildcats!

Gage: (arches a brow) Uh yeah! Wildcats!

Lizzie: Sorry I’m in a school spirit mood today.

Molly: And you are?

Gage: This is Lizzie. We go way back. She gave me a chance in The Krazy Crazy Life

Lizzie: Yeah, Gage was the first character to crash my story. And  I let him.

Molly and River laugh awkwardly. They say goodbye. Now’s my chance to ask Gage some questions.

I have no idea why my Simself always looks gigantic. I’m not that tall. Haha.

Gage sneezes.

Lizzie: Ah, bless you. Someone is thinking of you.  Which is perfect… I have questions for you from fans.

Gage:  Sure.

Lizzie: First up from MercuryFoam – “You were determined to get to know your roots better, but when you confessed to Kass, you told her you were alright with staying put and not pursuing your studies in… was it Riverview?”

Gage: (interrupts) No, Windy City! How could you forget?  I’ve only wanted to go to Northwestern my whole life!

Lizzie: Uh… I’m not finished. (continues reading)  “Anyway, what made you suddenly realise your feelings for Kass and I must say it’s surprisingly strong if you could make that comment. So I’d like if you could explain that part too.”

Gage: (blushes) Oh yeah, well, I’ve known Kass for a really long time. She was my first friend in Sunset Valley, and the only kid who was kind to me at church and school. Kid… haha. We’re adults now.

Gage: (lifts hand) I think it was when we went to homecoming together last October. I don’t know. I’d never looked at her that way before, but she was beautiful. And well… (scratches back of head) I think I’ve always cared about her. I just didn’t really realize it until I knew we were both gonna be apart. I do want to meet my family and stuff, but I’d like to have some nice memories with Kass before she leaves and I leave. You know… and I think, we could be really good together. And sometimes people can make long distance work, right?

Lizzie: Next question from ajmkv – “What do you think of Madison? Or you at all interested in her? Or could you be if Kass said no to your advances?”

Gage: (waves arms) Wait… Kass said no?

Lizzie: I didn’t say that. Uh… she hasn’t answered you yet.

Gage: Why would she say no?

Lizzie: Gage, did you miss the question?

Gage: She isn’t going to say no is she?

Lizzie: (sighs and puts hands toward her chest) Gage, focus. The question. Madison???

Ah vanilla Sunset Valley! What wild patterns on that wall at the gym! And the room is so bare and empty.

Unfortunately, Gage wandered off muttering under his breath about calling Kass. Uh oh! I may have lit a fuse too early. It didn’t matter. After that deep-fried lunch, I was in the mood to work off some calories. I headed to 28-Hour Wellness Gym and ran into none other than Davis. He shyly told me he didn’t feel comfortable swimming in the Riviera’s pool so he worked out here at the public gym.

Davis: Hi Lizzie. It’s good to see you.

Kass: Yeah, good to see you too. I have a question for you from ajmkv.

Davis: Is that one of the guys who hangs out in the coffee shop?

Kass: A virtual reading circle actually.

Davis: Okay. Shoot.

Kass: Ajmkv asks – “What about Kass do you like the most so far? We’ve all noticed you staring at her in her swimsuit, at her luscious red hair, and her pretty face, but what would you pick as her best attribute?”

I was so mad! Hearts appeared around Lizzie and Davis. GAH! NO! Not cool. I even have a retuned attraction mod so I know when Sims hearts appear, they “really” like each other. Oh… well… I guess I have a type.  😳 This is even pre-Davis makeover. Haha.

Davis: Oh a gentleman never kisses and tells.

Lizzie: This isn’t about kissing. (suddenly a little flustered***) Who said anything about kissing?

Davis: I think it’s a bit personal,  but I’ll say this… Kass is more than her beauty. She’s a kind and intelligent woman who goes above and beyond for the people she cares about. I really like and admire her for that. And she’s close with her family. It’s really beautiful to watch. I’m not sure about her mom though. She’s… it’s not my place to judge actually.

Lizzie: So her best… attribute? (wondering if it’s hot in here all the sudden – all that pool humidity)

Davis: Definitely the way she takes care of others.

Note the danger! 🤭

I made a quick exit, suddenly feeling weird about shapes randomly appearing above my head. What next? Thought bubbles!

Before heading to the Fullbright-Riviera home, I had one more spot in downtown – Community School for the Gifted. Maybe I could take take a cool dip in the school pool. But before that, I poked my head into the janitor’s closet. Just to take a quick look around.

Lizzie: Ah ha!  Found you!

Clark: (startled, drops hands in lap) Don’t sneak up on a person like that, Liz.

Lizzie: Sorry. Uh hey… ajmkv would like to know – “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU SNEAKY SAUSAGE?” (rubs throat) Oh, that’s hard on the voicebox.  Do you have any water?

Clark: (looks confused) Sneaky? Sau-sage? (crosses arms and spins around on his stool)  No, I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.

I head over to the Fullbright-Riviera residence. Carina is just getting home from her afternoon shift at the movies. She picked up a second summer job at Wilsonoff Community Theater, saving money for some concert tickets that she and her bestie want to attend.  She motions to the adjacent lounge chair. As I sit down, I notice Cari was kind enough to bring us snacks.

Cari: Andi said you were in town.

Lizzie: Thanks for the soda.

Cari: What? No popcorn!

Lizzie: No… yuck!  No offense. But I hate butter popcorn.

Cari: (sighs) You and Kass both.

Carina took a phone call. How rude, right? A Sim wouldn’t stay where she was supposed to. *face palm*

Lizzie:  Carina, will you get off the phone so I can ask you a question?

Cari: And you’re not gonna believe it, Lisa! We had an INTRUDER! Twice. I thought I would lose my mind, but Kass like tore off after the guy like a mamma bear protecting cubs. I thought she’d break her ankle running down that hill. Oh and Kass’ new guy is really cool. He stayed and made sure we were all okay.

Lizzie: Cari!

Cari: Wait, omg! I didn’t tell you. Yeah, Kass is dating this dish. He’s super hot and…

Lizzie: (clears throat) CARINA!

Cari: (turns around and glares) Oh, gotta go Lisa. Somebody’s in need of something… I know… again.

Lizzie: (shakes head)

Cari: What is it? Make it snappy. I’m in demand.

Lizzie: Do you mind answering a question from a reader?

Cari: Make it quick. I got things to do. Namely like have you heard the dish on the Villareals lately?  It may be a work of fiction, but I don’t care. This is juicy stuff.  I, for one, want to know if Hugo is ever going to find out what’s going on with Nelson.

Lizzie: (giggles) I wonder that too, but Cari, focus, girl. Okay… ajmkv would like to know… “Are you upset that you’ve had to take a caretaking role in your household? Buying the groceries and things like that, I mean. Do you wish Kass and/or Andi should help out a little bit more or do you not mind doing these things?”

Cari: (rolls eyes)  Like for reals? I am invaluable around here and I put in soooooo much effort and do I ever get thanked for it? Like no… like never!

Lizzie: Cari that wasn’t the question.

So I asked my real-life sister, whom Carina is based on, which of the Too Good at Goodbye characters she found attractive. I just showed her pictures and she picked Hugo.

Cari: I know, right? So I wish my sisters wouldn’t be so obsessed with their boy toys, but whachagonnado? They’re at that age. (looks at her nails)

Lizzie: (beneath her breath) You’re at that age!

Cari: I guess I have to live vicariously through my magazines. Hugo. He’s got a lot of loving, but man, is he nice to look at!

Lizzie: (looks away thinking about her “weird” connection earlier) Uh….

Cari: Okay, I’ll say this. (straightens in seat) Kass isn’t half bad and she does do stuff… sometimes. (glares) But don’t tell her I said that!

The day and my questions are drawing to a close. Cari told me that her mamma was most likely sleeping all day again, even though it was nearly four in the afternoon.  I hesitated when I heard sniffling.

Lizzie: Amy?

Amy: (muffled) What? Who is it? Go away?

Lizzie: Amy, it’s me. Lizzie. I have some questions from readers for you.

Amy: (gasps) Readers? Is that like some cult thing? Palm readers? Mind readers? Not interested.

Lizzie: No… not a cult. A club. Or a circle. That is…  uh readers… like people who read stories, you know?

Amy: Not now, Lizzie. I’m not decent. Um… and why are they reading about me?

Lizzie: Are you willing to answer their questions?

Amy: Like what?

Lizzie: Let’s start with something light and fun. Mercuryfoam asks: “Sorry for super personal and intrusive question, but am I right to assume Clark the first man you’ve been with since Howard?”

Amy: (straightens immediately)  That is very personal. Yes. He’s the first man I’ve dated since my ex.

Lizzie: Okay, continuing… “Why do you find him attractive? (Besides his accent and guitar playing ofc).”

Amy: What accent? (sighs and rubs her face) I’m getting a headache. Can you hurry this up?

Lizzie: But you didn’t answer the question.

Amy: I don’t know why this is important. I’m tired. I need to get some things done today. Okay uh…  (shakes head) Clark takes good care of me. And my girls. They don’t see that yet, but he does and he will. He’s a good man. They just need to give him a chance.

Lizzie: Not exactly the answer I was looking for, but that’s better than nothing. Okay, next question. ajmkv asks: “What was running through your mind after THAT confrontation with Andi? Was it like your body took over?”

Amy: (softly starts crying)

Lizzie: (sighs and silently leans into the wall) Amy, are you okay?

Amy: (snaps)  I don’t have to justify myself to you! Or to anyone! Oh! (covers her face)

Lizzie: Amy, will you let me in?

Forgive my laziness. I didn’t reset up the Amy’s room like it was before. Nor did I add curtains everywhere. Eek!

After what feels like eternity, Amy opens the door and lets me walk into the bedroom. She explains that it’s very plain right now because she’s redecorating. A minimalist. I guess I hit the set later on in the story. I don’t really pay any attention to the surroundings. I’m more concerned about the woman who is obviously in pain.

Amy: I’m so ashamed. I hit my own daughter. Now they all hate me and they’ll probably never come back. Oh what have I done?

Lizzie: Hey now… it’s okay. Cari is actually out on the porch.

Amy: She is? Oh… don’t let her see me. I’m a terrible mother.

Lizzie: (sighs) I’m not a mother unless you count four cats.

Amy: (peeks out from behind her hand) You have four cats?

No clue what happened to her nightgown there. 😅

Lizzie: (half-smiles and sits on the bed) Yeah, but the point is, I’m not a mother so I don’t fully understand the pressure you’re under, but I know it’s a lot. And I think you’re trying and maybe someone like Clark is…try-ing… to help ease the burden, hmm?

Amy: Yeah, he is pretty helpful. The girls don’t know it yet, but he’s really good with kids. Kind. Patient. A good provider. I… miss… that around here. I feel like I’ve slowly lost myself over the years and he’s helping me come back. And now I just lost it last night when someone violated our home, and I was scared. I wasn’t thinking.

Lizzie: You were concerned and scared last night. I get it.

Amy: (buries her face in her hands) That’s no excuse for violence. My mamma never hit me.

Lizzie: I’m sure the girls will forgive you.

Amy: (whispers) I hope so.

Again… towering Lizzie for the win! Don’t worry. I fixed it after this scene.

Lizzie: It’s gonna be okay, Amy. You’ll work things out with them in time.

Amy: Isn’t that a spoiler?

Lizzie: (smirks and looks at her shoes) Yeah, maybe it is. I don’t care. I think it’s okay to give the readers some hope.

Amy: (hugs herself) Yeah, alright. Hey, you wanna stay for dinner?

Lizzie: What’s for dinner?

Amy: Waffles.

Lizzie: (laughs) Sure, I’ve heard all about Amy’s famous burnt waffles.


Author Notes: That’s all for now, folks! Thanks for reading. Feel free to send more questions if you like.   What other things would you like to see? Would you like to see more interviews? More of my TS3 Simselfie running around? A sneak peek at my character and townie makeovers? Shorts in the KCLKF world? I’m enjoying messing around in my game.  

Interlude: Future Plans (Gage)

Saturday,  May 28, 2415 C.E. | Sunset Valley, Valverde 

I was doing my job, Pablo!”

Gage fidgeted with the knobs on the early 2nd Serpentine era television, attempting to adjust the volume so he could hear his sports program over the sound of his foster parents arguing in the kitchen. They really needed to upgrade to a better device, especially since the location for the best reception was out on the patio behind the house. He tried to distract himself with the score, but it was hard to ignore the yelling in the house.

“Last time I checked negotiating with dangerous criminals is not part of a lawyer’s job,” Pablo replied.

“I don’t always represent the innocent,” Jennifer added, as if those words would help her defense. “I was stalling for time until the police arrived. How is that any different than your job? You rush into blazing fires every day.”

“Because I’m trained, Jen. I am a trained firefighter. I am a professional.”

Gage could imagine his foster dad stretching so as to appear taller while arguing with his wife because he sounded like he was over-compensating. Pablo was three inches shorter than Jennifer.

“…I don’t negotiate with a maniac waving a gun!”

“You could still be killed!”

Gage sighed as he slipped down on the patio chair and shoved his hands inside the pockets of his brown leather jacket. Neither one of his parents had “safe” jobs. Jennifer was an attorney for the Sunset Valley Legal Aid office in the Water Lily district, a rundown part of town, and Pablo was a fire backdraft specialist just behind City Hall in downtown.

In the month of Suluary, Pablo had been caught in a fire in the Water Lily neighborhood when a beam fell on him and killed a man he was trying to rescue. Pablo had been in physical therapy for months, and the doctor had prescribed pain pills to help him cope and sleep. As a result, Pablo hadn’t worked much in the past few months. Worse still, he battled depression. It was a painful to watch a competent, proud man like his foster dad struggle.

“You were almost killed!”

“But I wasn’t.”

“What would Gage and I do if we lost you?”

Survive!”

His foster mom sounded exasperated.

“Pablo, if we want this house for Gage, I have to work.”

“Jen, don’t do this again.

“If we want to help him with university, I have to work.”

“Jennifer…” Pablo cussed in Aztalaz. “Don’t! I work hard for this family. Don’t make me feel like I don’t contribute.”

Gage snapped off the television. He hated it when his foster parents brought him up. He knew she meant it out of love. They wanted to provide for him. He would’ve been grateful, but he didn’t want to be fuel for their argument.

He drove around for an hour in his Sloppy Jalopy from the third Freezer Bunny Era, the car he had saved up enough Simoleons to purchase from a junk yard. Over time, he had fixed pieces as he found the time. It was a project he was supposed to do with Pablo. His foster dad meant well, but he was often busy with work, and now with his recent injury and state of mind, he wasn’t useful for long-term fixer-upper ventures. Jennifer called and asked if he would pick up some minty muscle creme for his father at the day spa. It would help with his aches and pains. From her tone of voice, Gage could tell she sounded tired.

Gracias, mi hijo,” she said.

De nada,” he replied.

He smiled. Jennifer always called him her “son.” He couldn’t bring himself to call her his mother. He had turned eighteen before they had the opportunity to officially adopt him… or find his biological mother to get her to sign the papers. He would forever be a Briody, even if he had spent more years of his life with the Martinez family than he had with anyone else. It was just the way things were. His smile brightened when he saw his best friend lingering outside the spa. Shoving the pain creme in his pocket, he approached her.

“Let me see you,” he said, after she explained their friend, Ayesha insisted she get spa treatments.

Kass was blushing as she twirled. It was cute. Her flame-red hair was pulled into a simple, yet elegant bun. Her heels accentuated her long legs. The makeup was more than her usual fare, but it wasn’t too over the top. In all truth, she was beautiful, though he opted for the word “hot,” as he helped her balance. They talked for a few minutes about post graduation ceremony plans. She was easy to talk to. Then again, she always had been. Kassiopeia Fullbright was the first girl in his life to fully accept him and to not judge him for his past. She treated everyone with fairness when she first met them. It was a trait he greatly admired. He found himself wanting to spend more time with her, and suggested a movie, one of her favorites… with that guy she always said was nice looking. He paid attention.

“Maybe we could grab a shake afterwards,” she suggested.

Hogan’s Deep Fried Diner had the best Equinian style milkshakes – chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry. They could get two straws and share because one would be plenty, and there was the cherry on top. Kass despised cherries, so of course, Gage would make the sacrifice and eat it for her.

His phone started buzzing in his pocket. Pulling it out, he attempted to answer, but his fingers slid the bar the wrong direction on his screen, and he failed to connect the call.

“Stupid smart phone and fat fingers…”

He tried to listen to the voicemail.

Mr. Briody. This is Lance Keck in the admissions department at Northwestern University. I’m calling to inform you that we’ve sent a welcome packet your way. Congratulations, you have been accepted to our art history program. You can start in our summer-fall semester or our fall semester. Please call me back if you have any questions. I would love to get you started on the transition process. Congratulations again, Mr. Briody. I look forward to working with you in the future. 

He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe it. He was accepted to the Windy City school, right in the back yard of his relatives. He had been hoping, no, praying that he would get in somewhere, anywhere, but especially Northwestern. This was a dream come true.

“YES!” he shrieked joyfully. “Oh my leaping llamas!”

Gage continued to whoop happily for a few moments before explaining things to his confused best friend. She didn’t seem as excited as he did, and he sensed her disappointment. After all, he had promised her he would go with her to Edgewater. But the Bayuck university was her dream. Not his. This was even better. Even if that meant he couldn’t attend college with his best friend.

“Windy City! Here I come!” he beamed as he threw back his head and laughed.

His happiness was short-lived as Kass tried to talk him out of going. It was almost as if she was jealous and he accused her of such. He couldn’t believe she was trying to ruin his moment. He would finally get to live close to biological relatives, get to know his family, study his dream subject, improve his art, eat Windy City deep-dish pizza and visit all the awesome city art museums, and attend his dream school. All Kass could focus on was how his aunt used to be an alleged thief, and his cousin was supposedly still involved in the business. He snapped back with the only retort he could think of…

“…your dad isn’t in your life anymore.”

He knew that was a low blow. Kass’ dad left her mom for another woman when she Kass was twelve. It was a sore spot for the family, one he shouldn’t have used, but he didn’t care. She was trying to hurt him with all her surprisingly judgmental comments and selfish concerns. He knew he should’ve told her about applying to Northwestern, but it had slipped his mind. He honestly didn’t think he would get in, and now that he had, he realized he could’ve prepared Kass better for the surprise news. She didn’t handle change well.

She called him a gerbit’s butt, and he called her a jerkface as his own face contorted in frustration. The minute he said it, he felt bad. He was probably overreacting, but she hit a sore spot of his own. Kass tried to run off, but her heels prevented her from moving quickly. She was obviously hurt. He was hurt too. Why can’t she just be happy for me? Not everything’s about you, Kassiopeia, he glared after his sniffling friend.

Despite everything, she still had a pretty easy life. Nearly silver spoon and all compared to my own. Her family could afford to send her anywhere, maybe even overseas if they wanted. On the other hand, the Martinez’ couldn’t make it through a conversation lately without arguing over how to help Gage pay for university. Things could never come too easily for him. He still wouldn’t be getting room and board according to the college, and that meant he would have to live with his relatives and commute an hour round trip plus traffic. That’s if his Sloppy Jalopy could make it across country. Otherwise, he’d have to figure out public trans. It wouldn’t be so bad, but it wouldn’t be cheap and easy either. Still, he probably should’ve been kinder.

Kass was nearly out of his line of vision. He slumped his shoulders. She probably didn’t deserve his outburst. She was concerned, and rightly so. He didn’t really know his family members, but still he was willing to give them a chance. He just wished his best friend could be happy for him. He wanted to be happy for her. Edgewater had a decent art program but did not offer an art history major. He could minor in the subject, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Northwestern would be better for his career and his happiness in the long run. He wanted to jab her… for deflating his balloon. She could be so infuriating sometimes.

Still… jerkface? Gage winced and rubbed the back of his head. Before he could stop himself, he ran over to his car, hopped in, and drove away, scouring the street for Kass. He found her about two blocks away.

“Kassiopeia?” he pulled up alongside the curb. “Let me give you a ride home.”

“Go away!” she turned her face so he couldn’t see she was crying, but he knew.

“Look… I’m sorry…” he kept crawling along in his vehicle as she stubbornly continued down the sidewalk. “Can you forgive me? I shouldn’t have said that thing about your dad.”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have,” she cried.

“Kass, I’m sorry… please… stop… I…” he braked so he wouldn’t run into her as she tried to cross the road.

“I’m fine,” she retorted.

No you’re not. 

“No, you’re not… Kass, please, let me drive you home. Are you really going to walk four miles uphill in heels?” he leaned out the window.

“If I have to,” she snipped.

Gage pulled the emergency brake, and turned off the car so he could get out and follow her.

“Then I’ll walk with you.”

“Gage!”

“Kass!”

She glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “You are the most stubborn…”

“Jerkface?” he smirked.

“…jerkface gerbit’s butt on the planet!” she ranted, but a smile started to appear in her eyes.

She was softening. He relaxed and rubbed his jaw.

“Well, I have to be…. to put up with you…”

“Oh!” she took a friendly swing at him, and he caught her arm.

“Okay… okay… I deserve that…” he put up his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry. Can I drive you home?”

She twisted her lower lip in annoyed contemplation. “Fine,” she stuck her chin in the air. “But only if we can listen to Casiopea.”

“Deal.”


Author Notes: I have to admit. This chapter turned out cuter than I intended. Of course, the best friends are arguing, but the tension is almost fun to see, especially because I wrote a chapter from Gage’s perspective. The first time around through this scene, I feel Kass seemed almost cast in a villainous light. I wanted to show that Gage can be just as stubborn and hurtful as she can, and yet they both react the way they do because they really do care. After writing From Riverview, With Love, I have a much better grasp on Gage’s character and with Kass’ voice, and I felt like Gage deserved a moment here… a chapter of his own. I hope he didn’t steal the spotlight too much, but I might do more “Interludes” from other characters’ perspectives in this second edition of KCLKF.

Gage says that Kass isn’t judgmental when first meeting people and it’s a quality he admires in her, but she definitely has her opinions about his relatives. This is done deliberately. Gage has an “idealized” version of Kass in his head, which is why, he’s caught off guard when voices her concerns about his upcoming future plans. I may be revealing too much of his character with this note, but for those of you who have read this before and FRWL, you’re probably familiar with this “problem” of his. 

I also wanted to add more about Jennifer and Pablo, his foster parents. I wanted to give them a less-than-perfect marriage this time around, but a realistic one. I wanted to give them real struggles – the dangers that come from Jennifer and Pablo’s job creating a source of tension for them, and obviously financial and mental health concerns as well. For those of you familiar with Sunset Valley, Water Lily is the name of the street in the poorest part of town.

Recent Edits: 

  • The early second Serpentine era is represented by the Sim zodiac animal, Snake/Serpent and is the decade of 2270-2279.
  • UPDATED: Suluary (also known as Apollon to some) is the 3rd month of Sim year
  • A Bayuck is a resident of the state of Bayou. See Bayou etymology

New Name

Former Name

Real World Parallel

Language

People

Descriptor

New Azteca

Mexsimco

Mexico

Aztalaz

Aztalan

Aztecan

Thanks for reading!

1.1, Pt. 2: Future Plans (KCLKF)

Saturday,  May 28, 2415 C.E. | Sunset Valley, Valverde 

Ayesha promised to put the college talk to rest. She offered a friendly hug before dashing off to campus to change for tonight’s graduation, promising to see Kass at the ceremony. Kass contemplated her options. She was already dressed in her graduation attire, a mint green blouse and white capris, so she could head straight to City Hall for the ceremony. Mayor Vita Alto would be giving the commencement speech hence the choice of locale.

No I can’t do that, Kass frowned. She left her cap and gown at home. Walking home wasn’t a pleasant option. She was wearing strappy sandals. Kass could picture catching her heel in one of Sunset Valley’s famous cobblestone sidewalks. She could call her mamma to pick her up or try and hail a taxi. Fudgesuckers! Why didn’t I plan? 

“Kass?”

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Kass turned to face her other best friend, Gage Briody. She hadn’t expected to see anyone she knew other than Ayesha and Almera. Strangely, she now felt self-conscious.

“I…uh… hi, Gage,” I said, the heat rising to my cheeks.

She had no reason to be embarrassed. Gage had seen her probably hundreds of times in grunge clothes like when they fixed the roof of his garage with his foster dad, and when they partnered together in gym class for Sim Fu, and in her pajamas when he had crashed at her home place because his foster parents argued again. Somehow, she was nervous because he saw her all dolled up.

“Ayesha wanted me to look like this,” she pointed a hand at herself, feeling idiotic. “And I kinda like it. I think. I hope it’s not too much. Do you think it’s too much?”

“Let me see,” Gage said seriously, motioning for Kass to twirl.

She indulged.

“Any guy on the street would think you’re hot,” he replied.

“You’re full of it,” she laughed, trying to catch her balance.

The brick pathway made it difficult to stand. Gage offered his arm for steadying purposes.

“Thanks,” she smiled, swallowing the nerves hard.

He didn’t make any easier by offering to hurt anyone who said otherwise. Is he…flirting with me? Over the past year, they had done this “little dance.” Up until senior year, she thought of him in a brother-sister fashion, but when he asked her to accompany him to the homecoming dance last October something changed between them. She wore a corsage. They danced. They drank punch. They danced some more. He brought her home. They hugged good night like they had a million times before. Yet something was different.

Kass sensed a difference in the way Gage looked at her, and it was worse when he didn’t think she knew he was looking. She tried to ignore it. He was her best friend. They acted like everything was normal, but some unspoken affection bubbled beneath the surface, something Kass didn’t want to acknowledge because she didn’t want anything to change.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he said.

“Thank you?”

“You want me to say thank you?”

“No you weirdo! Never mind. Are you going to the grad after-party?”

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“No way,” he said, waving his arms dramatically. “I’m so done with high school.”

“Me neither,” Kass nodded. “The student council crowd isn’t really my scene. So what are you doing?”

Kass asked, realizing she should have asked him sooner. It wasn’t like she had any exciting post-grad plans tonight… just dinner with the family, but given the recent tensions in the Martinez-Briody household, maybe he would appreciate an invite.

“I was thinking about staying home and knitting,” Gage joked.

“No really?” she punched his arm in a friendly way.

“Probably just going to watch a movie on the couch,” he admitted. “Maybe with my foster mom… though knowing her, she’ll probably want to watch the latest Pennant movie.”

“Lame llama!”

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“Says who? It’s not like you’re partying hard tonight,” Gage laughed.

“Well I did get invited to Zelda Mae’s party this evening” Kass said, feeling flustered.

“Really?” Gage looked at me sheepishly.  “The rock-star wannabe invited you over? The one who wants to still be in high school with all of us? Since when do I ever party hard?”

“Since never… I didn’t say I was going.”

“Good, I don’t think I could handle you joining the popular crowd.”

“I don’t really want to watch others get drunk and dance wildly because that’s what Parker’s parties always end up like.”

“Yeah, and we all know it’s really Parker’s aunt who throws the parties. She is reliving her glory days vicariously through Parker.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t care.”

“Free juice!”

They laughed.

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“Yeah, I’m probably just eating dinner at home with my family.”

“Hey, do you wanna catch a movie or something tonight? The new Super Justice Llama comic movie is out. It has that actor you like in it… Vincent Moore.”

It was subtle, but Kass caught the hopeful anticipation in his voice and the light in his blue eyes.

“I have dinner with my family first,” she began, hesitating before she relaxed into a soft smile. “I can see if I can get away. Sure, I’d love to. Maybe we could grab a shake afterward…”

“Oh wait, hold on, gotta take this,” Gage interrupted, pulling out his ringing cell phone.

He punched a few buttons and grunted.

“Stupid smart phone and fat fingers! I cut them off.”

“Who was it?” Kass asked, curiously.

“I don’t know. It was an out-of-the-area phone number.”

“Call them back.”

“I guess. Oh wait… I think they left me a voicemail.”

He listened to the message, his face transforming from confused to happy to ecstatic.

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“YES!” he screamed. “Oh my leaping llamas!”

“What?” she asked.

“Hahaha! I can’t believe it!”

Gage yelled, as if Kass wasn’t there.  After another minute of ecstatic joy, he finally calmed down enough to get the words out and answer her question.

“Kass! I got into my dream school!”

“Wait… what?” she frowned. “I thought you… I mean… you already applied to… and I thought accepted Edgewater’s offer.”

“I got into Northwestern University in Windy City. Oh!” he doubled over with excitement. “I can’t breathe!”

“What program?” she tried to act interested, but the truth was, she was confused.

Kass and Gage always planned to attend university together since sophomore year. They could go to school in the same state as their favorite football team, the Edgewater Saints. Gage had moved around a lot in his lifetime so he would help Kass adjust to living in another state. And attending college with her best friend would help her transition to the time away from her family on the other side of the Nation. She didn’t realize he had even applied to other colleges.

“Art history.”

“I’m… happy…for… you…” she said, her voice stilted and robotic.

“Thanks Kass,” he squeezed her in a tight embrace. “I know you were hoping for me to get into a good school.”

Yeah, to come with me to Bayou, not Greatlakes. I’m being selfish. 

“And you know what this means?”

“Yeah,” she shoved her hands in her back pockets. “You can get to know you bio family in Riverview. How far of a drive is it?”

“Thirty minutes, but like that matters. It’s way closer than Sunset Valley.”

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Gage took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I’m so relieved. I was so worried I wasn’t going to get in anywhere.”

But you did! You got accepted to Edgewater, Kass bit her tongue. During winter semester, they put together family projects for their social studies course, including family trees. Gage had completed weeks of research. Since he grew up in the foster care system, he had no idea who his biological parents were, though he was pretty certain they had lived near Windy City where he was born. Gage discovered his bio dad’s younger widowed sister lived in Riverview with her two kids.

Gage wanted to meet his family. He found their phone number and called. His aunt had cried. She had never seen her brother, Dakota, or Kody, again after he ran away from home. Gage had found out his dad, a professor, died in Last Frontier during in forest fire. Talking to his aunt Missy brought both of them some closure. Out of curiosity and concern, Kass used Netquest to find out all she could about the Burroughs-Bagley family. What she found was shocking.

Missouri Burroughs-Bagley had been arrested six times betweens the 2370s and 2380s, tried, but never convicted. Her husband, Gage’s uncle by marriage, had skipped bail two years ago, after his arrest for possession of stolen goods. He escaped to Cascadia to seek asylum under the queen de jure. Within a week, he mysteriously drowned in a river.  Her oldest daughter seemed to be following in the footsteps of her career criminal parents. Rhoda’s place of employment was listed as The Outstanding Citizen Warehouse Corps, which the police believed it was a front for the Éirelan mob. This is the family Gage wants to get to know?  Naturally, Kass felt scared.

“My aunt Missy said I could live with them until I can find a place in Windy City. I didn’t get room and board, and I can’t afford it out of pocket,” Gage explained.

“That’s… nice…”

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“You don’t sound so excited,” he puzzled, furrowing his brow.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” she said. “I don’t know how I feel about you living with criminals.”

Ex-criminals,” Gage corrected. “My aunt is a reformed thief.”

“Yeah, but a reformed thief is still a thief.”

“I would’ve thought you’d be more happy for me.”

“I am… I am… I just…I don’t think you’re ready to move. I mean, you barely know them.”

“I’ll get to know them.”

“What about your foster parents?”

“Pablo and Jennifer?”

“Yeah, do they support your decision?”

“I haven’t told them yet,” Gage rubbed the back of his head. “But I’m eighteen and a high school grad so I can move if I want. Plus it’s not like it’s the only reason I’m moving. I am going to university there.”

I want you to be careful, Gage. I care about you, Kass thought, but instead she said, “Yeah, but  you were coming to Edgewater with me in Bayou.”

“Why does it matter? You’re just jealous. You’re jealous because I’m getting to reconnect with my family.”

“What are you talking about?” Kass waved her hands. “I have my family.”

“Yeah, but your dad isn’t in your life anymore.”

Ouch! Her face fell. She couldn’t believe what she heard.

“Well at least my dad’s alive,” she snapped.

“What is wrong with you?” Gage grunted.

“I am trying to be your friend and you’re being a llama’s butt,” she said, holding her hand up to her eye to keep from tearing up and ruining her makeup.

“And you’re being a jerkface!” he scowled.

“Whoa!” she lifted her hands.

With that, she turned and half-stumbled and half-walked across the courtyard.

“You’re just like everyone else,” he shouted after her. “You don’t believe in me.”


Author Notes: I diverged some from the original chapter. For starters, in my original script, Gage and Kass are best friends, but there’s a little more romantic interest bubbling beneath the surface now that they are both adults. I added the section about the homecoming dance to offer a little more back story on their borderline flirtations.

I added more about the implied conflict between Pablo and Jennifer Martinez, Sim bin-ers, who served as Gage’s foster parents in the first edition and here also. In future chapters, I’ll explain more about what is happening in the Martinez-Briody family so I don’t want to give anything away just yet.

I added more about Zelda Mae, who is the aunt of Parker Langerak, a recent high school grad in Gage and Kass’ class. I changed the “let’s get together” time to tonight rather than the following evening. I added the note about Gage’s chosen major. I explained how Gage discovered his bio family and cleaned up details to match My Life With Criminals. Missouri Burroughs Bagley is my edited version of Ma Bagley from Riverview. Her kids, Rhoda and Sam Jr. (formerly Sherman in the base game) are Gage’s cousins. 

The Edgewater Saints are a play on the New Orleans Saints.

Recent Edits: 

  • Sim Fu instead of Simjitsu; see Martial Arts
  • Windy City instead of Simcago a.k.a. Chicago
  • Pennant is my edited version of the Hallmark card company and television channel
  • Greatlakes instead of Illinoisim; Greatlakes encompasses what would be Michigan, Illinois, Minnesota, and Wisconsin.
  • Last Frontier instead of Alasimka a.k.a. Alaska; In my Simworld, Last Frontier is disputed territory between Cascadia (Canada), Sim Nation, and New Scythia (Eastern Eurasia/Russia).

New Name

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Language

People

Descriptor

Cascadia

Simnadia

Canada and Alaska

Simlish,
République 

Cascadian,
Sim National

Cascadian

New Scythia

Simshua

Central Eurasia/
Russia

Scyth

Scylo

Scythian

Thanks for reading. 

1.1, Pt. 1: Future Plans (KCLKF)

Saturday,  May 28, 2415 C.E. | Sunset Valley, Valverde  

She should’ve known better. Upon calling her best friend to ask about makeup tips, Kass learned Ayesha scheduled an appointment at the Sharma Day Spa. Kass protested, but Ayesha insisted. Her older sister, Almera worked at the salon as an intake specialist. After a cancellation, Ayesha booked the spot for the two ladies.

You can get prettied up before the ceremony,” Ayesha explained. “And it’s an excuse to get my nails done. They are atrocious.”

Kass laughed, and agreed to go. Three hours later, her hair was professionally washed and styled, her makeup was flawless, and her nails were treated to a pedicure and manicure. It was more than Kass would’ve wanted for herself, but Ayesha was enjoyed spoiling her.  The girls were seated in traditional leather beauty parlor chairs in the far right corner of the room, the only other inhabitants, a salon specialist and an elderly woman in for her weekly wash-pouf-and dry treatment. The scent of acetone and hairspray lingered in the air. If the faded fruit punch walls were supposed to be soothing, Kass felt they missed the point. Combined with the lemonade trim and the chartreuse and chocolate accents, the room reminded her of a tribute to the mid-to-late Second Cowplant Era. They chatted about graduation and Kass’ college plans.

“I wish you’d stay in the Valley at Sun U with me,” Ayesha sighed, blowing on her nails to speed up the drying process.

“I didn’t want to stay in town. Then I’d be a commuter, and I don’t want to live at home,” Kass replied, wiggling her toes, pleased with the selected peach color.

“You could live with your grandparents,” Ayesha suggested.

“That’d be better, but not much better,” Kass said, tapping her fingers against the chair.

“You could be my roommate,” Ayesha grinned. “And we could do everything together… hang out all day and stay up late every night giggling about boys.”

“At the sorority?” Kass made a face. “I’d have to pledge.  Plus there’s no guarantee we’d have classes together. You’re a year ahead, and not even in my field of interest.”

“What criminal justice doesn’t appeal to you?” Ayesha laughed. “I’ve wanted to be a cop for as long as I can remember. I’m not changing my mind now.”

“There’s a justice program at Edgewater,” Kass said.

“Like my parents would ever let me leave town,” Ayesha slumped in her chair and stared up at the ceiling. “I’m so jealous of you, Kass. It was like pulling teeth to get my parents to agree to let me live on campus across town.”

“What? My mamma can be strict too,” Kass offered.

“You’re sheltered a bit, Kass, maybe… but you don’t know the meaning of strict. If only my parents knew the hundreds of things I do wrong against our religion and culture every day… I’d be so dead.”

“I guess,” Kass shrugged.

Ayesha had been her best friend since she was eight years old. Her family followed the Al-Sim religion as customary of many Albaran families. Most of the time, Ayesha spent time at Kass’ home or they went out in public. In fact, she had only been to Ayesha’s home a handful of times, and when she did visit, she recalled Ayesha’s dad had to leave since men and unmarried women were not allowed to socialize in the same home unless they were relatives. It was a strange tradition.

Ayesha had acclimated to the Sim Nation, more so than her parents, or even her siblings. Her family did not adhere to the more extreme rules of their faith and culture as her sister held a job, and Ayesha had a shorter hairstyle than the tradition. There were many things in Ayesha’s life she kept hidden from her parents – makeup, modern clothes, sorority lifestyle, even her college major.

“Do you think you’ll ever tell your parents you aren’t majoring in economics?” Kass inquired.

Ayesha scoffed. “Like Bâbâ really wants me to make the family heaps of money and go into the family business or something. Can you see me running the 28 Hour Wellness Gym franchise?”

“No,” Kass bit her lower lip. “But you could just tell you dad…”

“It’s not like that,” Ayesha sighed. “I can’t talk to him like you can talk to your mamma or your grandparents. As far as I’m concerned, my parents can find out I’m going to be a cop after I graduate…” she tossed a cotton ball in Kass’ direction. “…with honors.”

“Hey!” Kass exclaimed.

Ayesha snapped her head back from its position on the edge of the parlor chair and grinned. “Come on. This is depressing. Let’s talk about Edgewater. You decided on a major?”

“I don’t know,” Kass said. “Nonno went into real estate so I’m considering business. Or maybe I’ll go into academics like mamma. I’ve thought about communications too… like journalism, since I like analytical writing so much. And I wrote for the Community Corner News in high school. Maybe I’ll write columns about Money Tree Street in a newspaper or publish in academic journals.”

“Yawn!” Ayesha said, sarcastically. “Kass, is that really what you want to do?”

“I don’t know,” Kass replied, shifting in her seat. “It’s a start. I’m applying for a communications scholarship.”

“Not creative writing?” Ayesha said, her eyes widening. “You’re so great with all those brilliant plays you used to write for Gage and I.”

Kass blushed. “I was thirteen. They were hardly brilliant.”

“I know you still write poetry and shorts and stuff. Weren’t you talking about publishing like a year ago?” Ayesha asked.

“I mean… sure… if I could… but right now, I don’t think I want to be a full-time writer.”

“Who said anything about full time? I was just talking about college.”

“I don’t know what I want to do for the rest of my life. Does anyone when they’re my age? You’re starting to sound like my mamma. It’s bad enough I have this pressure to write this great essay for my scholarship qualifications. I figured it’s a start, and I can make up my mind later. Fine… maybe I’ll be a cop like you.”

Ayesha laughed. “Kass, I think you’re better suited for a desk job… maybe an investigator, but a cop?”

“Hey, I can keep up with you on the soccer field!” Kass protested.

“But do you want to be a police officer? Clean our streets of crime? Bring people to justice?” Ayesha pounded her fist into her palm.

Kass chuckled weakly. “Well, when you put it that way… no…” she slipped out of the chair. “Come on. I think my nails are dry. I’m going to grab my shoes.”


Author Notes: Hi everyone, I decided to write a text-based only chapter to give you an early glimpse at Kass’s relationship with Ayesha. Ayesha Ansari is a base game Sim in Sunset Valley. She was Kass’ best friend beginning in childhood and the girls stayed friends through high school in game. I gave her a family and Albaran (Middle Eastern – New Barbary) origins. Their religion, Al-Sim is loosely based on a handful of Middle Eastern and Eurasian religions. 

I want to add that I want to be as respectful as I can to other cultures and religions. Also all the cultures and religions that make an appearance in my stories are fictional, even if they may be loosely based on a real culture or religion. I based Ayesha’s family back story very loosely on two girl friends I knew in high school combined, who were first generation America. Bâbâ  is the Persian Farsi word for “father.” Money Tree Street is my Simworld version of Wall Street in Big Apple City. 

Recent Edits: 

Excelsior replaces Simpire a.k.a. New York State.

I created my own version of the zodiac for the Sims. There are 13 animals on the Sims zodiac unlike the real-life 12 with some changes to the types of animals. 

  • Mouse (replaces rat)
  • Cowplant (replaces ox)
  • Tiger
  • Freezer bunny (replaces rabbit)
  • Dragon
  • Snake/Serpent
  • Horse
  • Deer (replaces sheep)
  • Toad (replaces monkey) 
  • Parrot (replaces rooster)
  • Dog
  • Llama (replaces pig)
  • Unicorn (additional)

Each zodiac animal in my Simworld is assigned to a decade (rather than merely a year in the traditional Chinese zodiac). In 2415, the Sims are currently in the 3rd Cycle. The 2nd Cowplant Era encompasses the years 2360-2369. 

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