My Life as a Sim

Chapter 13

That night, I lie under Georgia's bed trying to fall asleep. Why am I under her bed you ask? Well her parents may not, under any circamstances, find out about me. Georgia and I had this whole argument about what would happen if someone found out about me being a Sim. Worst case scenario is that someone would take me away.

But the real question is: Where would they even take me? I'm not exactly your average human. Actually, no. I'm not even human.

I think about it for a while.

And then it hits me.

They could send me back into the Sims! 

I'd never really thought of this before... and- and... how do I know that Isaac and Georgia aren't the ones who are torturing my family and friends back in Sunset Valley? What if they're the masterminds behind all of this? And why was I sent out of my homeland? I didn't think my wish would actually come true!

This is madness. The questions whir around my brain. And here I had thought all the confusion about the whole 'sim' thing had ended when I got out. Guess I was wrong. Wouldn't be the first time.

I am brought back to reality by a strange sound: snoring.  Great. Georgia snores. How am I supposed to fall asleep now? I grab my pillow and put it over my ears.

No. Stuff this, I'm getting up. 

I struggle out from under Georgia's bed and stumble through the dark room searching for the door. Eventually my hand reaches the cold door-handle and a shiver runs up my spine. It never got this cold in Sunset Valley.

Slowly I step out of Georgia's room and make my way to another door. Isaac's room, I think. His door is already halfway open, so I push the door a little and step inside, quietly as I can.

It doesn't surprise me that his room is still cluttered and there are piles of clothing, shoes, and books all around his room. Nope. What really surprises me is that Isaac is sitting at his computer, back turned to me. What is he doing awake at- I glance at the clock above his bed- three in the morning?

"Isaac," I whisper. Even though it probably doesn't come out as a whisper. Loud, I can do. Quiet, not so much.

He jumps a little and then turns around to face me. He looks like he just got the fright of his life. Then he exhales when he sees I'm not an axe murderer. I can understand this feeling; sometimes in Sunset Valley a stranger would just randomly appear in my house. And sometimes they really were axe murderers. I give Isaac a look of sympathy.

"Amanda," he breathes, standing up. "It's you. What are you doing here?"

I laugh a little. "Did you know your sister snores like a pig?"

Isaac smirks at me and lets out a low chuckle. "Yeah. She does that sometimes."

"Great." I reply sarcastically.

He sits down on his bed and pulls up a chair next to him, then motions for me to sit. I comply.

"So....?" he asks.

"So." I respond like the awkward little chicken I am. Remind me why I came in here again?

He clears his throat. "So....uh....have you ever played Call of Duty before?"

For once I am the one to smirk. "I was in Call of Duty."

"Seriously?!"

I laugh. "Seriously. And let me tell you: not my best moment."

"Oh." is his reply.

There is an awkward silence again. I drum my fingers against my knee.

"C-can I ask you something?" Isaac asks, finally, breaking the silence. Thank the bunny gods. I was so sure the silence was going to eat me alive.

"Shoot." I reply, only slightly curious about what it was he wanted to ask me.

"You don't...." he hesitates. "You don't hate me, do you?"

I open my mouth in shock. "No, I don't, Isaac. What made you think I did?"

I have to admit I am a little offended by this. Okay. Maybe more than a little. Maybe I'm freaking mad at the kid.

Isaac looks down at his feet, and when he looks up again I'm surprised to see a hurt expression on his face.

"Just--" he begins to say, but I cut him off.

"Just what, Isaac?" I whisper-shout, careful not to wake his parents. "You think I hate you because I'm a sim? Because I'm not human?! I thought you were, better than that. I really did."

Suddenly he pulls his legs up to his chin and rests his hands in his palms. He is breathing fast, like he's losing control.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry," he whispers, so quiet I can barely hear him at all. "So sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I didn't mean it." 

I shock myself when I reach forward and pull him into a hug. Since when did I become a softie?

Isaac seems shocked at first, and then tries to pull away.

"What did you mean then?" I ask him, not moving out of the hug.

He takes a deep breath. "I just meant...."

I sigh. It can't be that hard to admit, can it?

A flash of guilt fills his brown eyes. He takes a deep breath in and opens his mouth to say something; but then, as if deciding last minute not to say it, shugs it off. The flash in his eyes dissapears. Weird.

"I just meant that everyone else does," he says finally, as if this is the worst thing he's ever said in his life. "Everyone hates me. I just thought you would, too." He lets out a breath. 

I release him from the hug and stand up quickly.

"Well I'm not everyone else, remember?" I say, not to make him feel better, but because it is true. "I'm a sim, and I promise that there's nothing you could ever do that could make me hate you."

With that, I walk towards the door, looking back only once. Isaac looks like he wants to say something more but then he doesn't, and I make my way back to Georgia's room.

Before I fall asleep, my last thoughts are: Humans are even crazier than sims are.