My Life as a Sim

Chapter 5

 

"Hey Amanda!" Alice screams through the phone. As if I can't hear her clearly enough already... 

"Hey. How are you?" I ask, drumming my fingers on the desk. And then I begin to wonder: How did the phone even get into my hands!? I remember the phone ringing...and then....it was just there, you know. Maybe that's normal. I say to myself. Yeah. That's it. This is normal.

"I'm amazing! I called to invite you to my wedding party! Dresscode is formal attire!" Alice shrieks happily.

"What!? But you're a teenager Alice! You can't get married!" It's impossible to get married when you're our age...

"I'm not a teenager anymore. I just woke up, you know, and then Bam! I'm a young adult!" Alice doesn't seem too worried about this.

How...?

"And...you're not confused about this? You're birthday is in six months." I reply. Am I the only one freaking out here? She can't get married!

"Eh."

"What do you mean 'eh'?" I reply angrily. "You're getting married!"

"You're coming to my wedding, Amanda. I've invited the entire town."

Does she even know the entire town? How did she get everyone's number? And suddenly I'm really happy about this. I know I should be confused about her sudden 'growth spurt' or whatever you call it, but I can't control my emotions. I jump up and down excitedly.

"I'll see you there." I swear I didn't say that.

The phone disappears. Into thin air. Freaking thin air. I blink.

"Amanda! We have to go to Alice's wedding!" My mom shouts from across the room. 

WHAT? Her wedding is in three hours? I check the clock....that now says 7pm. The time of her party. Great. I'm officially clinically insane.

I pick out my formal attire. Strange. I only own one formal dress. I get ready to put it on when whosh! I'm suddenly wearing a long, neon yellow dress and hot pink high heels. Way to stand out.

"Come on Amanda!" My mom urges. I run down the stairs, rolling my eyes.

When I reach the last step, my mother smiles at me. She is wearing a skin tight, purple dress that goes up to her thighs. And sunglasses. Because most people wear sunglasses in the evening after sunset. Riiiiight.

"You look gorgeous." She says. I'm pretty sure she's being honest. She seems to think I look pretty in my insanely neon get-up, but I should know by now that everyone in this town is mentally disabled.

"Uh yeah." I agree. Sure. Let's go with that.

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At the party, everyone seems to be already dancing and laughing. Most of the girls are wearing the same dresses. The reason for that might be because we only have one clothing store in this town. People are eating some cookies and turkey from the table that just magically appeared. 

Suddenly, I see Alice standing under the wedding arch with yellow roses wrapped around it. Her dress is simple; white, long, no detail. 

Everyone surrounds the arch and begins clapping and standing around. Alice grins and waves frantically at me. I give her a small smile back and give a half hearted wave. 

I close my eyes and wait for music to fill my ears. None comes. My eyes flutter open to see Alice wrapped in Mr Oldwright's arms, exchanging rings. 

I blink my eyes. Is that... Mr Oldwright and Alice? 

I blink my eyes once more. 

Holy mother of fried cheese!!

My best friend has just married a 60 year old man. 

"No!" I shout, running up to the wedding arch. Alice too busy giggling like an idiot with her new husband to even notice me. "Alice!" I scream. 

Suddenly she turns to me, her face turning into a scowl. "What is it that you want Amanda? Why do you have to bother me on my special moment?" 

I stare back at her dumbfounded. "Alice... do you realise what you're doing? You've just freaking married a man that is 40 odd years older than you!"  

She takes a step closer to me.

"Amanda, do you realise what you're doing? This is my wedding, and my decision that I made. Now please leave my house or I will have to kick you out personally." She snapped at me, boring her eyes straight into mine. 

"Fine." I mutter, grabbing a cookie and walk out her front door. 

I lift my pale hand into the air and a taxi arrives. Funny how not a car was in sight, yet one appeared at my command. 

I don't understand. 

Why would Alice just go ahead and do that? That's not like her... 

And why would Mr Oldwright agree to something as crazy as that? I swear he's had about 20 wives in his life... I shudder at the horrific thought.

The taxi jerks to a halt and I step out. Just as I was about to pull out some money, the taxi drove away. 

Shrugging, I walk into my house. Strange, I could have sworn I had locked the front door on my way out... 

I flop lazily onto my bed and let out a groan. 

This just gets weirder and weirder.