This follows on from my previous story,
here. The sims are still much the same ages though you may notice their hair and clothes might have changed a little. They are still the same personalities though. Lucy is still a cranky-pants and still getting under everyone's skin. This story will be about their adventures in a lovely little CAW world that I am playing with at the moment. I don't really know where any of it will lead but hopefully, it won't be too boring.
Moving-in day. Lucy stared glumly out of the window and wondered if this was exciting as it got here in Hicksville. She stared without interest at the dry landscape, stunted trees and flat boring ground that stretched to the dun coloured hills on the horizon. She just knew that coming here was the worst thing she had ever had to do in her life.
She had not capitulated without a fight. Not Lucy. She had snarled, sulked, screamed, shouted, cried, begged, bribed. Nothing had worked. They had decided. They. Yeah. So much for family decisions including all of the family.
It was all Raphael's fault really. He had been offered a transfer to a position in a little town called Dry Gulch.
It would be a change of pace for him, he said. He would gain valuable experience working in a different environment. He would get to see his patients through their illnesses. Not just pass them off to someone else to care for once they were over their initial crisis.
'So' Lucy had said. 'You will be working in a different hospital.'
'Well, not quite a hospital.' He said.
'I can work on my art.' Gabriel stared into the distance dreamily. 'I need to take time off to work on my paintings. My art has been neglected while I have been busy with the band.'
'And I want to work on my martial arts,' Michael said. 'I barely get the time now what with homework to mark every night. It will be good for all of us to get away into the country and bond as a family without the cares and demands of work and school.'
'No school?' Lucy quirked an eyebrow.
'No school.' Confirmed Michael. 'No work, no school. We can sustain ourselves selling our garden produce at the store as well as all the fish we will catch. This is a great opportunity, not just for Raphael, but for all of us, and it isn't forever.'
Lucy looked from one to the other. They all wore the same self-satisfied, I-have-made-my-mind-up, expressions.
'But what about my friends? I won't know anyone. And I really don't know if I can afford to take so much time off school. It sounds good but' She took a deep breath 'I'm not the best student around, you know.'
'I will teach you,' beamed Michael. 'I am a school teacher after all.'
'That would be weird,' Lucy said ungraciously, pulling a face.
And so it had gone. Each day the subject would be raised and Lucy would argue against it. Eventually, everyone ran out of patience and that was when Lucy's temper tantrums began.
'Fine.' Michael had snapped. 'If you don't want to come with us, you can go to boarding school instead.'
'Fine', Lucy snapped right back. 'I will go with you then but I am not going to like it.'
