My Life as a Sim

Chapter 6

Authors Note

Hello my lovely Sims lovers :)  Okay so first off, i'm sorry we haven't been able to post a new chapter in a while. I have had writers block and LoveLipsx has been at a writing camp. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and keep reading and voting!     :D You guys are amazing!! xx

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I belly flop onto my bed. Oh look, I have a new bed. Don't I sound extremely enthusiastic... I roll my eyes and let out a groan, moving to my laptop. I open up Google and type in:

Who controls sims? 

Just out of curiosity, you know? I swear we're being controlled. Half the things I do, I have no idea how or why I do them. Everyone else says the same.

A bunch of links appear on the screen. And every single link has the word HUMAN under it. My eyebrows furrow in confusion. What are humans...? 

I open a new tab and search what a "human" is. Whatever they are, they must be very powerful creatures. What if they're not even alive? But robots or something...? Or...gods? Or--

HUMANS (variously Homo Sapiens and Homo Sapiens Sapiens) are primates of the family Hominidae, and the only extent species of the genus Homo.  Humans use tools to a much higher degree than any other animal, and are the only existent species known to build fires and cook their food, as well as the only known species to clothe themselves and create and use numerous other technologies and arts.

I read the paragraph twice, three times. Not even this makes any sense. All this tells me is that these so called "humans" are chimpanzees that cook their own food and wear clothes.  I read on- 

Humans have become so immensely clever and have created a computer game called "The Sims". In this game, you gain power and responsibility in controlling created characters of your choice.... 

My eyes just about bulge out of my head. I can't read anymore. This is waaaay too much for me to process. 

We are being controlled. I knew it. 

Am I being controlled right this second? Did someone command me to search what humans are.... or was that my choice? 

I snap my lap top shut and run to the kitchen. "Mom! Mom, you won't believe this! We really are being controlled. These creates called humans tell us what to do and they created us and... Mom what are you doing?" 

The kitchen is filled with hundreds of sandwiches. Every counter is full of sandwiches, including the floors. Some have tags on them saying they're 'perfect' or 'badly burnt'.  My mother stands near the oven with earphones in her ears while she sings at the top of her lungs.

I stomp towards her and pull out an earphone. "Mom, what the heck are you doing?" I ask, looking around the sandwich filled room.  

A smile spreads across my mother's face. "Hello Honey! I've entered a cooking competition! The whole town knows about it, so it must be a big thing." She reaches to place her earphone back into her ear. I slap her hand lightly. 

"No mom, what I mean is, what are you doing?"  I fold my arms in disbelief.  My mother rolls her eyes and giggles. Is she okay?

She leans closer to me and whispers into my ear, "I am making the perfect sandwich. I can't stop until I have." She leans away and continues cooking, humming to a song.

She doesn't want to do this. I can see it deep in her eyes, behind the mask of a happy-go-lucky face. She hates cooking. She said so herself once. Okay, several times.

I trudge out of my room feeling the anger bubble inside me. No, not anger, hatred.

I can't take it any more.  

And then all of a sudden, I am happy again.