My Life as a Sim

Chapter 7

Authors note

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My mom won the cooking competition. 'Good for her' is what most people would say. That would be what I would say too if it weren't for the fact that she didn't even want to be in the stupid competition in the first place. I hate the creators. They're cruel, stupid idiots with nothing better to do than play God. Whoever God is.

I blink my eyes. Oh great. Because suddenly, instead of being in, you know, my bedroom like I was, I am in the kitchen. And it's not even my kitchen. I don't know whose kitchen it is.

"Hey!" Someone shouts excitedly behind me.

I whip around to face some guy about my age who has a pink mohawk. Yeah, you heard me right. And he's wearing a pink leather jacket and....and...is that a kilt?

"Uh...hi," I say awkwardly. Well, what would you do if you randomly appeared in some weird guy's kitchen!?

"I'm Nick." He says all casually, like we're meeting at school for the first time and I didn't just teleport myself into his house.

I smile. "My name's Amanda,"

Nick nods and then runs off. Weird kid. But me, being the most curious and probably smartest sim around, I follow him. I follow him down the floral patterned hallway into a huge room with a flatscreen television and a full length mirror. I watch him...as he applies bright green lipstick.

Right. I'm outta here.

Except, well, I don't exactly know where 'here' is. I sigh. I could be anywhere. And then suddenly I'm running out of the house singing 'Funhouse' by P!nk in Simlish. And I'm out on the street. Then In my house. In my room.

Yeah. Because that was totally what I wanted to do. At least I got home. I laugh. I'm angry like I've never been before. Do these idiots think they can control me? Think they're God? Think they rule the world? 'Cause they don't. I won't let them. Think they're so smart?

Oh, just watch me.

I feel my legs carry me to the bathroom. In my mind I hear myself think 'shower', but it's not my thought. I didn't think it. I didn't want to think it.

They thought it for me.

Although I feel the pull of my feet practically dragging me to the purple bathroom, I force my way to the computer. My mind keeps thinking 'shower, shower, shower' over and over again. This time I laugh out loud wholeheartedly and turn the other direction away from the shower. I think I just beat the humans.

Quick as I can I open up Google and type:

How do I get out of the Sims?

The page seems to take forever to load. But just as I see the top of the page beginning to load, just as I see the two words appearing on the screen 'You can-', the laptop disappears.

Poof. It's gone.

Anger boils up inside me and I smash my hand down on the desk. I feel no pain. I lift my fist again to hit the desk. But I never get that far.

The desk is gone too. 

And then I collapse onto the floor and pass out from exhaustion. Funny, I wasn't tired five seconds ago.