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Meg Wilde and The Hellions: Four Crazy Girls Uptown -Part 1
*This is the sequal to my other 'Hellions' story (The Rosebrush Family). It can be found on my page at The Sims 2.com (Heartsong235). Anyway, this story is told from the perspective of the four main girls, as they take turns writing about thier lives in a notebook. Enjoy!*

*Note: Writen by an aspiring author.*

Meg Wilde and The Hellions: Four Crazy Girls Uptown -Part 1
*This is the sequal to my other 'Hellions' story (The Rosebrush Family). It can be found on my page at The Sims 2.com (Heartsong235). Anyway, this story is told from the perspective of the four main girls, as they take turns writing about thier lives in a notebook. Enjoy!*

*Note: Writen by an aspiring author.* Intro
Hi! It's me again, Meg Wilde (16). We all just got back from California. This is my sister, Tina(13). She's going back to school tomorrow. An' this is my kitty, Strawberry. I'm so happy to see her again. I really missed her sweet little face this summer. Hey! Yeah, you know this face, Lyn Stardust -16. We just got home, back to our lovely condemed building. You remember Bob -15.

*Yay! Bob! I wonder what we'll decide about our little relationship thing. I do, so love him.*

-'kay, thanks Meg. 'nuff said. And emo Dyl -15. He just pierced his lip and I can't understand a word he says. Dyl is also, very strange. He likes to collect animals and names them after computer parts.

*Lyn.....don't bash us emos. Especially, your sexy little bro!*

-TMI-thank you Meg. Why don't you go cry, now?

*So kind, Lyn, darling.* Ready? Scanner (kitten)............... .........Moniter (I think he's a wolf.)................. .......Video Card (Cat who has been spray painted. Poor kitty)........... ......Mouse(I think he's a hampster, but I don't really know or care.)............ ...........and Mega Bite(Vicious Falcon. Funny name, huh?). Hi. I'm Kitty Roshbrush*. I'm a..uh... clerk at a pet store. I hope that what happens in California stays in California.
*16

*Agreed! Meg Wilde*

-It would be good to forget all that stupid crap. Lyn

~I agree! 'Liv'~

(Cool! It's final. What happens in California, stays in California.) This is my fellow employee, Steve Harrison*. I hope to see more of him.
*17

~AWWW! You...as Amermicans' say......like him.~

(LIAR!) This is my brother, Joe*.
*14 And my Grandma Claire*. Woohoo, not.
*71 Hello. My name is 'Livia Heartsong. I'm 16. That long summer is over. YES! Now, I can get back to modeling. I just moved in with my agent. This is my handsome agent, Nick Campbell. He's 28, but hey, 12 years isn't too, big and age diffrence.

*Ya think?*

-Gross!

(12 YEARS!!! Hello, that's a HUGE difference.) We are, I guess, a normal couple.

*Excuse me, while I go hurl.*

-No Comment.

(BLAAH! *Pukes*)

~What kind of FRIENDS are you, guys?~

*The kind who worry and care about our friends.* Chapter 1:Back to School
Part 1:Crack of Dawn -Meg Wilde
August 20th 6:02am

Ugh! I frickin' hate school! Thank God, I graduated early! If only I wish I didn't promise Tina I'd walk her to school. I have to get up at the crack of dawn. Yay! Not. She's sure bright and squirly.
"Tina, what happened to your face?" I inquired, trying not to sound on edge. "I wanted to look good, on my first day."
"Uh-huh."
She continued, "So....I took some of your make up and put it on. You didn't seem to mind."
"I was sleeping!" I snapped, "Give it back! Ask first."
She handed the filched cosmetics over. I turned to go lay down.
Tina grabbed my wrist.
"Yes."
"Will you fix my face?"
"Fine!"

 "Happy, now?" I demanded.
She scratched her head.
"You can't even tell I have any on," Tina remarked, observantly.
I smirked, "That, darling, is the point."
"It is?"
"Yup."
"Why?"
"Because." 6:13am

Thank God for smoothies...oh...and books. I can drink this while she reads. Did I mention cats? Strawberry is an ultimate mood booster. "Cereal?"
"Uh-huh."
Tina said, "Well that's not very nutrious."
"Too bad, " I sighed.
"You aren't dressed very nicely, " she critisized.

 6:24am
I changed my clothes.
"This any better?" I asked.
"It'll do. I guess, " Tina groaned.
"It better. It was what came to hand first."
 6:58am
Because it's 'cold', I got all bundled up. I'll walk the brat to the grounds, that's it. 12:39pm
After a loooong nap, I feel like painting. 1:27pm
BRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNG!!!!!!!!
I raced in and answered the phone. Who wants to bother me, now? It was Bob.
"Uh..... sure," I paused, "I'll come over."
....'What happens in California, stays in Cailfornia!' Aw! Crap!
 2:17pm
After much explaining, I think we've figured something out.
"So..." Bob pondered, " If what happened in California doesn't really count, why don't you give me a second chance?"
"Alright," I said softly. "Seal it with a kiss." Lyn called me into her room.
"Hey! What happened to 'What happens in California, stays in California' ?" she demanded.
I shrugged, "We're giving things a second try."
"Oh. Ok." We talked for a while about our lives. Then we said our goodbyes. 3:47pm
I headed for home. Oh, great, Tina's gonna be home. 4:03pm
Oh! What's better than your little, brat, sister and a free-loading friend?!? Nothing! Especially, when you just get home. I pointed to the friend.
"You! Get OUT of my house!" I demanded.
"But," Tina stammered,"b-but Meg.....I really...I mean......that isn't quite......uh...fair."
"Yeah, she's right," the friend tried.
I hit myself on the forehead.
"Just, go away, please, NOW!" I groaned. August 21st 3:17am

I can't sleep, so I think I'll sit up and read a while. 'To Kill a Mockingbird', there's something I haven't read in a while, but it's one of my favorite books.

 3:49am
I still can't sleep. I'm gonna try some new make up. Everyone feels a little gothic sometimes. Right?

 4:08am
I'm havin' eggplant juice for breakfast. Taste's like Hell, but it's supposed to be good for you. Plus, I don't really eat vegtable's. 7:32am
I went back to sleep for a while. The twerps' gone. I swear I hear something ringing.
"Strawberry? Where's my cell phone?"
She looked up at me, "Merow?"
"'kay. Thanks."
Wait..........I just responded to a cat. 7:41am
After much scrambling, I have mangaged, by some miracle, to find my phone.
" 'Ello?" I said.
"Hi!" the voice replied, "Is this Meg Wilde?"
"Yup."
It had a relived tone, "Great. My friend, Tiffany, Tiffany Riley, recomended you. I don't have any sick days, but I have a ......er....cold, if you know what I mean."
I winked to the empty living room.
"I know what you mean." "Well," the voice came, "My name is Quinton and I don't make to much."
I snirked, "I don't charge much. Just $100 for each day I fill in. How many days, Quinton?"
"Uh..... four..... the rest of this week."
"You pay up front, in cash."
"Ok. I'll met you at my work."
He gave me an adress.
I run a business of filling in for people at work and doing odd jobs. 10:47am
After I got my money, I was headed toward his work when, I saw Dyl. I greeted him with a hug.
"No way," I laughed.
He chuckled, "This is too freaky. We should hang out.
 "What are you doing here?" I asked.
Dyl blushed, "Nothing. Looking for strays. What about you?"
"Well, " I laughed, "I'm supossed to be working, but, what the Hell, Quintin won't know the difference."
"Meg, I'm really sorry about this summer. I was a total, immature jerk. I thought I could play you guys, but that was totally stupid. I'm really sorry."
I smiled, "It's alright. Apology accepted, " I held out my hand,"Friends?"
He shook it, "Yeah." 1:03pm
It started raining.
"Ya know," the emo boy sighed, "I always wanted to kiss someone in the rain."
I can't belive I leaned foreward......... ..........and we kissed.
Poor Bob, how can you love someone like me? I can't even keep away from lying scum, like your brother. What's wrong with me? We spent the rest of the afternoon, playing in the rain. And when I got home, I hung the pictures we took in my room and.............. ...........crashed. My dreams were filled with images of Dyl, smiling so peacefully, in the rain. August 25th
Too bad I didn't get to write anymore. I was busy with work, the rest of the week. Nothing really happened: a few calls to my friends, food, some painting. Saturday (Morning)
Meg brought me the notebook, and we chatted a while about our lot in life.
"I'm gonna see Bob for a while," she said,"But it's always good to see you. Don't let those boys read what we write."
"Ok," I laughed,"I won't." I'm watching them from the doorway. They look so cute.
"Meg, so.....uh..." Bob placed his hand to her cheek, "...would you like to.......um....be my....er.....girlfriend?"
She laughed and smiled.
"More than anything else." Thier embrace was so warm and they held each other so tightly, it made me a little sad, that I don't have anyone to love. Saturday (Night)
We all met up at Peach and Mango, our favorite hot spot, every Saturday night. This is my clubbing look.

*Oh! The wonders of Halloween, phony-balony, liquid blood.*

-Shut up! This is Kitty's clubbing look.

(YAY! Hair dye!) This is 'Liv's look.

*Straigth hair?*

( 'course, Meg. She's a model. She's got it all.) And this is Meg's look.

~Your whereing a T-shirt?~
* You're wearing*

~Eh?~

*Never mind, 'n' yes.* I'm about to leave. Poor Bob, he's our little handy man, so he has to fix the dish washer. I'm having a drink before I go so I'm pre-buzzed.

-Sorry girls. I'm just getting depressed and I don't wanna dampen the party.
 Meg greeted me with a hug, ev en though the four of us just took a taxi, together.
"No being sad, tonight," she insisted.
"I won't be." She and I danced for a long time, while..... ....'Livia played pool...... .....with Kitty, who kicks some major ass at pool. I can't believe how beautiful and glamourous 'Liv' always looks. It's not fair. She has great clothes, perfect hair, flawless make up and not an ounce of fat. I talked with Kitty, when we ordered drinks. She's doing great. Why does my life suck? Meg saw an ooooooold friend of hers. Lily Hatcher, they met in first grade and went to the same elementary and middle schools. We sang karokee together and sucked. But at least we sucked together. Sunday(Early, Early Morning-It's still dark out.)
Meg called Bob, drunkenly, from the toilets. He's going to meet her at her house. Sunday (Morning-Less early)
I've been home an hour. Boob just came back from Meg's.
"Oh, so you're back," Dyl snapped condescendingly.
Bob sighed exasperatedly, "I think a screwed up."
"Really? How so?"
 "I meet her, in front of her apartment, and she kissed me. And said to come upstairs with her."
Dyl raised his blonde eyebrows. "We ended up," he swallowed hard, "on her bed."
 "So did you two...?" the emo began.
His brother interjected, "No. She'd been drinking and I didn't want to take advantage of her."
"Aw. Well, aren't you the nice guy," Dyl said sarcasticly. "Leaving her there all sad and confused."
"DYL! SHUT IT!" I yelled through the wall, "She'll be fine."
"Stay out of this, you drunk," he screamed back. Sunday(Afternoon)
Dyl got a wonderful new pet. (Not.) It's a fox, he's named it Speaks. 8/26
10:04am

Lyn has given up on trying to write and brought the notebook to me. 12:38pm

Steve and I have been talking a lot, lately. We've become good friends. We took a walk today, for our lunch hour. We ended up at his house.
Steve: I...uh...I bought you a flower.
He handed me a beautiful, magenta lily. I tucked it into my bun.
Me: Thank you.
 We moved closer to the door and chatted a while. He placed his hand to my cheek.
Steve: Kitty, I um... I really.....
He faltered as I wrapped my hand around his wrist.
 He leaned foreward, as if to kiss me.

'Please kiss me. Please kiss me,' my mind echoed. He kissed my cheek instead.

'Damn it!' Steve wrapped his arms around me, as if to hug me. He stared into my violet eyes with his emerald ones....... ......and we kissed. 8/27
2:27am
I'm up late once again to paint and design clothes. My stupid Grandma hates me, so much. She won't let me pursue my dreams.
 3:59am
I'm having ice cream. I'm starving, since, I haven't eaten, since yesterday. 7:42am
'Grandma' Claire insists that I eat before 'work'. Cold and silent, just like your happy family's average breakfast. Claire: Your productivity is extremly low, Kitty. You never make any sales.
Me: My friends are the only people who ever come to the shop.
Claire: Exactly, they never buy anything.
Me: So? It's not my fault and it's not thier fault, that you only sell crap, no body wants.
Claire: Kitty Elizabeth Rosebrush, you will not swear under my roof.
Me: God damn it!
Claire: You will not take the Lord's name in vain, either.

 Me: As you say, Grandmother. You are my elder and superior.
The words dripped with sarcasim.
Claire: Good girl. That's right.
'You dumb, old hag.' Claire:Don't eat like vulgar pigs.
Joe and I didn't follow orders.
 8:58am
Me: Good morning, love.
Steve: Good morning, kitten.
We French kissed, before heading to our drudgery. This lovely arrangement is Grandma's new marketing tool. Her shop now offers live floral arangements. However, this display is placed inside, where passer-by's won't see it. Brilliant. Steve and I spent a good deal of time talking.
Me: Bet you can't pick me up. Steve scooped me up.
Steve: Bet I can. Then we had a pillow fight, with pet beds from a display. 8/29
If thought, that maybe if passer-by's saw the flowers, they'd buy them. So, I created (OK. Meg hooked me up with the flowers and Lyn's brothers built the stands. Sue me.) the two floral arrangement thingys. (On the sides.)
 8/31
7:56pm
I was just about to leave, when my Grandma came to bother me.
Me: I have a date Grandma and nothing you say will keep me here.
Claire: Very well, then. Me: You don't care.
Claire: You're old enough to make your own choices. I didn't let your mother date. Look what happened, she had you at 17. I don't want to screw you up, too.
Me: Thank you.
I started to leave.
Claire: One more thing.
Me:Yeah?
Claire: Act like the pretty, young lady you are. Me: OK.
I hugged her. (Wow! Can't believe I really did that.) 8:24pm
We got out of Steve's car. He hugged me, a little too tight.
Steve: No peeking, Kit Kat. Guess where we are.
Me: I don't know. You tell me.
Steve: The skating rink.
I suddenly felt dumb, for wearing high heeled sandals. Steve is an incredible figure skater. He loaned me a pair of skates. I'd never been skating (Ice or Otherwise), before. He held my hands so I'd get the hang of it. We were the only people there. Good night. Sept. 2
Kitty brought my the journal, today. I do not have much time to write, as I am on my way to a .....as you say.... go-see? Anyway, I will write more later. *Thank you for reading my tale. This is only the beginning. I am working on Part 2.*
Heartsong

Meg Wilde and the Hellions: Four Crazy Girls Uptow

May 23, 2007 by leifofdel
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    5 Comment(s) posted so far

    On May 24, 2007 Nyell wrote:

    Nice story, I really enjoyed. I like the characters a lot, and can't wait for the part2. It's a really good idea to change the writing perspectives. Keep up the good work. 5.0

    On May 24, 2007 molli17 wrote:

    \:rah\:

    On May 25, 2007 sadie7684 wrote:

    \:wub\:

    On May 26, 2007 spacemouse wrote:

    Nice stroy. I liked it. Thanks for sharing. \:\)

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