We received a well-rounded education at St. Katherine’s. Art, science, vocational classes, P.E.—we were expected to learn a little bit of everything. I found myself really enjoying school again while I was there and I slowly pulled my grades up from the Ds they had been after my mom disappeared. I was grateful that I had found St. Katherine’s or I probably wouldn’t be able to go into politics like I’m planning after I graduate.
The only thing I didn’t like about being at St. Katherine’s was Marci. She continued to harass and insult me whenever she got the opportunity. Finally one day I had just had it with her. I’d done everything I could to be polite and nice to her, but she was always pushing my buttons.
“Whatever, Lila. Your mother must be a llama to have produced you!” I had informed Marci that a few of us were going out to play Gnubb. Her insult about my mother was the last straw for me.
“Why do you have to be so mean, Marci? Would it kill you to be nice. You could have joined us at Gnubb, but not with your nasty attitude.”
“I wouldn’t want to play with you losers anyway.”
“We aren’t the losers, you are! You’re a miserable, horrible person who will always be that way because you are so mean.”
I’m afraid I didn’t get to play Gnubb after all. Marci and I continued to argue and Ms. Vansant came out and told us to knock it off. Marci made like I had started it, but Ms. V didn’t care. She scolded us both and told us to take a time out like we were little kids. Then she revoked our video game privileges.
I felt really bad for letting Marci get to me. I had lowered myself to her level. I found Ms. V in the hallway before bed and I begged her forgiveness.
“I’m really sorry that I was fighting with Marci today. It won’t happen again. I shouldn’t let her bother me so much.”
“You will have to learn how to deal with people you don’t like or who are rude to you, Lila. You say you want to be in politics. To be successful you’ll have to develop a thicker skin.”
“But Marci is so mean! She insulted my mother and called us all losers!”
“It doesn’t matter what she says. You have to turn the other cheek.”
“But it’s so hard!”
“No one said that being the better person is easy. It takes a lot of work. But don’t worry. This punishment will help you remember to walk away next time. You’ll be a better person for it.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
The day after I got in trouble with Marci, my spirits were lifted when I found out that my shy friend Roni let Marci have it after I got in trouble. Roni told me that she thought it was unfair that I got in trouble when Marci started it.
“I know she was mean first. You’d never even speak to her if she hadn’t said something first.”
“Well, I talked to her first, but only to invite her to play Gnubb with us.”
“Ew. Why would you do that?”
“I knew she wouldn’t say yes. I was trying to be nice.”
“Well I told her that we weren’t going to speak to her anymore unless she started being nicer.”
“We’re going to snub her?”
Roni nodded. “I know that Kimber will ignore her, too, and maybe even Kendra.”
Kimber, Roni and Kendra were my best friends at school. We all agreed to ignore Marci, but my friends had more in store for her than I realized.
During art class, Kendra came up to me. She was giggling into her hand.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh Lil, I wish you had seen it!”
“Seen what?” It was unusual for Kendra to be this excited. She was normally pretty shy and quiet. “What happened?”
“Marci!” Kendra dissolved into a fit of giggles. “Her hair was bright p-pink!” she finally managed to say when she could speak again.
“What happened?!” I repeated.
“It was Kimber’s idea. We booby trapped the shower just before we knew Marci was getting in.”
“You rigged the shower to dye her hair bright pink?” I tried to picture Marci with pink hair. I started to giggle along with Kendra.
“She screamed and screamed! I think she’s in there washing it again to get the color out.”
“You guys are so bad! You’re lucky Ms. V didn’t catch you.”
“I know, but it was worth it. The color should wash out in 3 or 4 shampoos. It won’t last very long.”
Our snubbing campaign worked for the most part and we had little to do with Marci after the hair incident. The closer we got to graduation, the more happy I was that I had attended St. Katherine’s. Not only was I going to graduate with a decent grade point average, I was also going to be able to move out and be roommates with my three best friends.
“I can’t wait until we get our own place,” Kendra said over dinner one night. We often talked about what our apartment would be like. We all wanted to stay in Elmira City and live downtown in one of the high rises. It was a good thing that all of us had some money or we might not be able to afford the lifestyle we dreamed about.
“I want a big penthouse looking out over the entire city,” Kimber gushed. She went on to describe in minute detail what her room would be like and how she wanted to get a keyboard so that she could practice in the apartment. Kimber wanted to become a composer.
Kendra and Roni were less sure of what they wanted to do after we graduated. All Roni ever talked about was meeting Mr. Right and settling down. She thought that living in the city, we’d be close to all the clubs so she could meet him. Unfortunately, I knew that she’d have to get over her shyness to meet anyone. Kendra said she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do and thought she’d try everything.
“Maybe I’ll work with you at the courthouse,” Kendra told me. Everyone knew that I planned to go into politics.
Graduation was actually a blur to me. Micki and the rest of the family came up to see me. Keenan wasn’t able to attend. He was at the Police Academy in Twinbrook. I was so surprised when he had told me what he wanted to do for a living.
“A cop? Really? I always thought you’d do something with science or math or chemicals or something.”
“I will be doing something with science…eventually. I want to be a forensic specialist.” At my puzzled look, Keenan explained what a forensic specialist does.
“Oh, it’s like CSI, Miami!” He looked pained at my reference to a popular television program.
“That’s not really what it’s like, but yeah.”
“So you’ll be a nerdy cop. Gotcha.”
I tried to picture my sort of brother in a policeman’s uniform and couldn’t do it. All of my images of him were of him reading a book or playing with his chemistry set. I was always annoying him while he was studying or trying to make some sort of concoction. I used to find it hilarious when they’d blow up in his face.
“Sorry. I couldn’t resist. I’m sure you’ll be a very macho cop. The best. Girls will swoon over you in your uniform.”
“We’ll have to wait and see, Brat. Sorry I can’t come to your graduation.”
“That’s ok. You’ll just have to make it up to me by visiting me in my new apartment. You can wear your uniform and impress my roommates.”
The apartment we found to live in was perfect! It had it’s own pool and laundry facility, a fireplace and a spectacular view, just like we wanted. It was expensive as we knew it would be, but we all used all of our savings to help us afford it. Luckily we all had jobs waiting for us. Kimber was working at the theatre and Kendra and I were working at the courthouse and Roni had decided to get a corporate job as a coffee courier.
“You have to start somewhere,” she informed me over lunch at a trendy, downtown café. “Offices are a good place to meet me, anyway. I want to get married and have kids. I’ll be a stay-at-home mom eventually.”
“Sounds good,” I agreed. Then I took a look at my friend who wanted so desperately to meet someone. She was wearing a brown tweed jacket and a brown skirt. We’d gotten so used to wearing a uniform that neither one of us really knew how to dress.
“Hey, let’s go get make overs!” I burst out.
“Yeah! Look at us. How are we going to meet anyone at all looking the way we do?”
She looked at me. “You could meet anyone, Lila. You’re tons prettier than I am.”
“No I’m not,” I said. “I look like Loni Anderson from that old TV show WKRP in Cincinnati. Do you realize how old that show is! Over 30 years! I totally need a new look.”
We took a cab to the salon. I felt very grown up riding with my friend. I was totally excited for a change in my style.
“I think I’m going to get my hair totally cut off,” I informed Roni.
“Lila! You can’t mean it. Really short? Seriously?”
“Yeah. I’m thinking Twiggy short. If I’m going to look like someone from the old days, I want to look like her.”
“Maybe I should cut my hair, too.”
“You should,” I agreed. “We’ll both cut our hair and get a complete makeover!”
Several hours later, we turned around to show each other our new looks. I was so surprised at Roni. She had cut her hair. She looked fantastic.
“Oh Roni! You look amazing! I love your hair that way.”
“Lila. Wow. If I’d had all that hair cut off, I’d look like a boy. On you it’s…well, you weren’t kidding when you said you wanted to look like Twiggy. You’re like a model.”
“I am not!” We both laughed. I was really happy with my new style. I couldn’t wait to go home and show it to the other girls.
Author’s note: This is a bit of a short chapter, but it ended in a good place. I’m having lots of trouble with my game again. I’m getting error 12s every other save. I am also crashing out after a few hours of play. I know it’s a memory issue, but I’m at a loss as to how to fix it. In any case, I am just going to hang in there. I’m really happy with Lila’s look. When I saw the short hair, I knew she had to have it. She is the prettiest Sim I’ve ever had in my game, I think. I’m really looking forward to the story I have planned for her. I hope that it meets and maybe exceeds people’s expectations for Lila. I promise there will be a few surprises and twists. The anti-vampire angle will be in it and so will her relationship with Keenan. I promise.