Sunday, June 26, 2011

9.3

Lauren was hit hard. Every time she turned around, something would remind her of her father. Lauren wanted to shake his memories. She pictured moving away. Away from the furniture. Away from his presence.

Wilson's death haunted Brooke for days. There were always little reminders of Wilson. The left over French Toast he made, the paused game on the Maxiod Game Simulator, and worst of all, her own bed with both sides messy.


Both women worked around the house quietly, stealthily avoiding each other. It was too painful to talk.

While Brooke busied herself sketching, Lauren looked for a new place to live. It had to be small, she only had a desk jockey's salary to work with. She knew she'd eventually have to tell her step mom she was moving out, but she'd cross that bridge when she got there.

Lauren looked at house upon house in town. Everything she wanted was out of her budget; everything she could afford was outdated. Nevertheless she pushed on.

Her luck began to improve with her promotion to Patrol Officer which came with a nifty bonus and pay increase. After months of looking, Lauren gave up on the house search and decided it was time to update the furniture in her step mothers home.


((In reality, my game is so loaded with errors that it froze up when I tried to move them. It's probably better that way as Gen 10 has to have four kids.))

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