Aww..RIP Kaylynn 
Yay for china working! Bree is so pretty, and I love Brandon'S hairdo 
Double-yay for China not glitching! Wait . . . is that the same thing? Both the kids say thanks, and I agree!
Chapter 31 - The Glue In school, we had to write a report on a person who was the "glue" of our family. I know--cheesy, right? Anyway, I'm useless at school without Kaylynn helping me, but I muddled through. And guess what? The teacher gave me an A!
I showed it to Grandma, and she got all teary-eyed and suggested that I share it with you people. I'm a bit nervous about facing your judgement, but here goes nothing . . .
My Grandma Serena - By Bree Elysi I love my family, but if I had to choose one person we couldn't survive without, it would be my Grandma, Serena Elysi. After our
aunt cousin illegitimate sister housemate Kaylynn died, everyone's mood was low. My dad and
uncle biological father illegitimate son of Molly French (Kudos to Simblip) other housemate, Alexander, clashed a lot.
My
boyfriend former boyfriend you know the drill boyfriend-but-he's-a-young-adult, being Kaylynn's adoptive son, took his mother's death especially hard. They were very close and shared many of the same interests, so he felt very isolated without her.
As for me? I was still reeling from the shock that Kaylynn
could die. I don't know how old Grandma is, but I certainly never considered her dying! Grandma herself seemed surprised, if not torn apart, by the death.
To cheer me up, Grandma taught me to play table tennis and we had our own little "tournament." For some reason she could always beat me, which made me want to practice even more. Only later, after we had finished mourning Kaylynn, did I realize that she had practiced while I was at school in order to defeat me.
For a while, it seemed like Brandon would spend the rest of his life inside the house, still grieving in shock. Grandma pulled a few strings and sent a resume of his skills to a friend of hers, and the next day he got a job offer as an Art Appraiser. He's very enthusiastic about it--apparently, the foundation is practically a secret! You have to
know someone to even be considered as a possible appraiser.
She also took my parents aside and told them to "get into your room already and set a good example for your daughter!" They both cheered up a bit after that--my parents are
weird.
After that little business was all wrapped up (they were in their room for the rest of the day), she got my mom to buckle down and finish her lifetime wish. We're all very proud of her, and it helped ease the grief.
After a while, I got good at table tennis, so she introduced me to the world of online gaming with all her Simnet buddies.
Every day, since Mom and Dad were busy with . . .
things . . . I had Grandma to help me out with my homework. Which, Ms. Peterson, is why I still have a good grade in this class!
For Alexander, there was only one way to ease his sorrow over losing his teenage crush, just when he had found her: Grandma's famous lasagna.
Then we lost Mom. And that was the worst.
But this is the amazing part--Grandma knows the Reaper! Just when he was going to reap Mom's soul, he got a call on his cell phone. Mom only heard half the conversation, of course, but this is what she told me:
"
This is a restricted number! Oh . . . hello, Serena. Yes, reaping right now. What's that supposed to mean? She was saying mean things about me! Who cares if she's one of your dynasty people? Direct line from the Watcher? Roasted in oil? Lightning? The whole bit? What do you mean, forcibly replaced by Artie Grim!"
So, yeah . . . Mom and Dad are still married and everything! Apparently this is a very good thing, since the topic of marriage has been a bit of an issue with them before. They took a special picture and everything to commemorate the event.
I suppose it may be a good thing, because now they're more lovey than ever--and I didn't think that was possible! They go out on dates pretty much every night, with Grandma's urging.
Oh, and something else great happened! Brandon said that he decided to wait for me to age so we can go to University together! Isn't it wonderful? Now you can get rid of me the moment I graduate!
I may or may not have studied for that math final last week . . . not because I was practicing the school cheer or anything, because studying is my top priority!
P.S. You will be forcibly replaced by Artie Grim if I don't get an A on this report. Cheerio!
