Month: April 2015
It’s Sim Storyline Time!
I’ve been in a sims mood the last few days, so I decided to create a new family which just started off with a girl I named Rosanna, and her daughter Heidi. Heidi went off to art school, which left Rosanna on her own most of the time. She does what some people do in the human realistic world, online dating. That seemed to work for her. She found Montel.
In the sim world, not too long after they started dating. Monte ends up proposing to Rosanna, and they have a private wedding. By this point, he is already living in the same house as Rosanna. As soon as they were married, they tried for children of their own. Success!
The thing about sim world is you can’t ever know the baby’s gender, which always makes it a surprise. I chose the name Joshua for their first child. When Joshua became a toddler, Rosanna and Montel tried again… success again! Another boy was added to the mix, which I chose to name Daniel.
The next time they tried again was when Joshua was a child, and Daniel was a toddler. At this point, they added fertility treatments to the mix, because you can do that if you have the correct amount of lifetime points. Pregnant again… pregnancy suits Rosanna, doesn’t it?
This time was twin time… one boy, and one girl. Most of my blog readers may, or may not know that I watch Big Brother Canada. Well, one of the houseguests’ name is Sindy, with an S. So, promptly, in sim world, I name the one and only girl, windy, with an S. How ironic. The boy I named Riley.
Shortly after the twins were born, Heidi graduated from Art School. Once she came home, she dove herself into the stylist profession. Then I decided to send Joshua off to Military School. He is still there, and now he is a teenager. Heidi stays at home with Daniel, Sindy and Riley so the babysitter doesn’t have to be called much.
Shortly after, Rosanna and Montel move out, leaving Heidi with all her half-siblings. This is so they all would have more room, and the house wouldn’t be so cramped.
To finish off this outline, if I can, I’ll be uploading a photo of the house I built for them.
Is it Almost The End of April Already? Wow!
Wow! Is time really speeding by that quickly? Too quickly, in my opinion. Sadly, yes. This coming Monday is the last Monday before we practice at the theatre, on stage. Holy crap! Our piece is indeed coming together, not gonna lie about that, but we always could use more time. All performers could always use more time, but do we always get it? No!
Now, I could spoil it for everyone else in the Ottawa area that reads my blog, and post the score. Although, since it isn’t officially finalized yet, I won’t do that. I’m just super excited for everyone to see it!!! It’s gonna be called, Soaring. I seriously can’t wait for all of you to see it on May 8, 2015. We are only performing one night, but I’ve gotten used to that. Do I like it? No. Still, only one night to perform my best, finish it, then of course want to do it again, but can’t. Figures. Story of my life as a dancer, and not a company one.
All right, I guess I have quite a bit of hostility in that regard, but I’m done with that now. Mind you, this is my blog and I do have my right to express my frustrations and opinions, so I guess that’s what I did. I honestly can’t wait to see how the white floor will work out. I think it’ll be cool, and awesome! It’ll be neat to see the DVD of that!
Anyway, this blog is done. I shall update you again soon on the progress of the piece. Can’t wait to perform it already! Are we ready? Almost…
There you have it. I’m officially done this blog post. I shall post again soon.
SCENE 2 – PRESTON HOUSEHOLD – Foyer
(Mom is waiting in the foyer for everyone to be ready to go. She, of course is waiting for her husband too.)
Mom – Am I the only one that is ready to go to have dinner with my sister?
Dad (from office) – No, dear, I’m coming!
Mom – You sure are coming, mighty slow, I might add.
(Mayalie and Crystal enter foyer.)
Mayalie – I’m here! Dally is coming!
Crystal – I’m here too! Berry *should* be coming close behind, but you know the men!
Mayalie – Yes, and Lindsey will be meeting us there.
Mom – I knew about Lindsey, just the rest of you. May, could you go hurry up Berry, please?
Crystal – I can, mom.
Mayalie – And I’ll go prod dad!
(Dad enters foyer)
Dad – I’m right here.
Mom – About time!
(Berry enters foyer)
Berry – I’m here now too. Let’s go!
Crystal – About time!
Mom – Are all men on the same frequency?
Mayalie – Yeah, the *being late* one?
Crystal – Sadly, yes. I do believe so!
Dad – Hey!
Berry – We are right here!
Mom – Enough now. Let’s go!
ACT 1- SCENE 1 – MERCER HOUSEHOLD – Kitchen
(Mom is by the stove cooking dinner. Brielle and Farah enter dropping their schoolbags by the door.)
Brielle – Hey mom, what are you cooking? It smells wonderful!
Mom – That is a surprise, and you will have to wait.
Farah – It must be something special. I bet we are having company tonight.
Mom – You are right about that. Your Auntie Rosanna is coming over for a very special dinner. She, and Uncle James have news for us. Your five half-cousins are coming too!
Brielle – As long as I don’t sit close to Mayalie, I’ll be fine.
Farah – That’s not very nice, Sister Bri! It’s a darn good thing she didn’t hear you.
Brielle – Oh, she will. She knows my distaste for her. She, as well as our other half-cousins took Auntie Rosanna away from us. That’s what I feel, and you honestly can’t stop me from feeling that.
Mom – Brielle Selina, hush!
Brielle – Mom, are you honestly trying to stop me from having an opinion?
Mom – No, you have a right to your opinion. You just shouldn’t address it so openly, especially when her step-mother is my sister! Is that understood?
Brielle – Oh, all right. When are Dicey, Jason, Brian and Hayley coming home? Will they be home for dinner?
Farah – Yeah, and where is dad? Isn’t he supposed to be home by now?
Mom – No. His hours at work changed. He’s working from 2pm until 10pm now. He’s also going to be working the occasional night shift on weekends. Being a nurse isn’t easy, but it gives us money. Jason is coming home soon… I think. I hope. Dicey is at the hospital getting her weekly checkup, and physiotherapy. She’ll be home at around 6pm or so. Brian is tutoring, and that ends soon too. Hayley is at swim practice and will be home in time for dinner. Speaking of which, I think I hear her coming in the door now.
Hayley (from foyer) – Mom! I’m home!
Mom (from kitchen) – I’m in the kitchen!
(Hayley enters kitchen)
Hayley – Hey Bri, hey Farah. Oh, and hi mom! Dinner smells good!
Brielle – Hey Hayley. Auntie Rosanna, Uncle James and company are coming over for dinner.
Farah – Ignore her tone, Hayley. Mom and I are.
Hayley – I plan on it! Sheesh! Who swallowed her whole and spit her back out?
Farah – Our half-cousin, Maylie, of course.
Hayley – Will she ever give that up?
Mom – Sadly…
Farah – No.
Brielle – Not a chance!
Mom – That’s enough, Brielle!
Brielle (grumbles) – Fine!
Mom – Good, now all of you go clean up yourselves for dinner. Hayley, once you’ve cleaned up, could you set the table please?
Hayley – Of course, mom. No problem.
Mom – Thank you. Now, hurry along, all of you! Rosanna will be here soon!
Hayley – Let’s go, sisters. We need to look nice and fresh for our company.
Farah – Yes, indeed we do. Let’s go!
(Hayley, Brielle and Farah exit, leaving mom in the kitchen, hovering over the stove.)
Cast of Characters
Mom – Abigail
Dad – Richard
Mom – Rosanna – (Sister of Abigail)
Dad – James
Mom – Amy
Dad – Michael
TEACHERS (High School and Elementary)
Mrs. Sophia Davis
Ms. Daniella Grey
Miss. Angelica Sorelle
Mr. Marcus Wilson
Mrs. Esther Banes
Ms. Sylvia Chasting
Miss. Anna Dias
Mr. Aaron Gregorio
Izzy, The Willy-Nilly Sequel – Year 4!
Rosemunde Has a Boyfriend
I Knew It’d Happen Soon Enough
It was now close to the end of the school year, and since the last trip to Tony’s parents cottage went so well, he thought it would be fun to go there again after school was out for the summer. Rosemunde thought it was a wonderful idea too, and when I told Jack, so did he. So, it was planned. There was a few weeks left though, and sadly, Tony was going to be graduating this year.
“Izzy,” Tony said hesitantly, as we were heading to his car from paper. “I have a question for you.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“I was wondering,” Tony began. “Since I am graduating this year, if you’d be the lead for the paper.”
“Me?” I asked, astonished.
“Yes, you,” Tony said. “I think you’d be great at it!”
“Not that I’m not grateful for this,” I said. “Aren’t you a little biased? You are dating me, after all.”
“True, I guess,” Tony admitted. “You haven’t answered my question though, will you?”
“I’d be honoured,” I said. “I’m surprised, and glad you asked me.”
“Why surprised?” Tony asked, as he opened the front car door for me to get in.
“There are so many people on that paper that have been there longer than I have,” I admitted.
“Honestly,” Tony began. “They all kinda suck at delegating. You don’t!”
“Again, I think you’re being biased,” I retorted. “I’m honoured though, nonetheless.”
“Good!” Tony exclaimed. “It’s settled then.”
He drove me to my house, and he came inside. That seemed to be his usual routine now, and mom didn’t mind it. He usually stayed for supper, at least a few nights a week. Tonight was pizza night, and he stayed for that. He left soon after dinner. I walked him to his car, just like I usually did.
“Again,” I said. “It was nice having you over for dinner.”
“As always,” Tony continued. “I enjoyed myself, very much!”
“See you tomorrow then,” I said, eventually.
“See you tomorrow!” Tony finally said. He hugged me, then proceeded to get into his car, then drove away.
The only sad thing I had to think about was the fact that, after this year, I wouldn’t see him at school. The flip side, however, he could come see me whenever he wished. Surprisingly, I liked that, way more than I thought I should. I decided to finish up my homework, take a long bath, then go to sleep. That’s exactly what I did!
The rest of the week at school sped by. I had lunch with Rosemunde and Tony every day. I quite enjoyed their company, especially Tony’s. Each of them was unique in their own way, but also in a different way, I enjoyed Tony’s uniqueness more. Rosemunde wasn’t even offended by it, partially because she felt the same about Jack, so she understood.
Jack and Joel visited the house that weekend. It was nice to have both of them home again. I could tell they were glad to be home too.
“Jack,” I said. “We’re going back to Tony’s parents cottage after school is done for the summer. Rosemunde is coming. Wanna join us?”
“Of course!” Jack beamed. “Rosemunde will be there… duh! Of course I’m in!”
“I figured that,” I admitted. “I still wanted to ask, just to make sure.”
“Oh, Izzy,” Jack said. “Firstly, if it wasn’t his parents cottage, would I have to ask if you’d want to go, knowing Tony would be there?”
“No,” I admitted again. “I see your point.”
“Well, then there you go!” Jack exclaimed, triumphant.
I didn’t know why, but tonight seemed like another good night for board games. I could tell Jack was reading my mind when he suggested it a few moments later.
Tony came, and Jack went to go get Rosemunde. I sat outside with Tony for awhile, and waiting for their return. I seemed to be getting more comfortable with the idea of alone time with Tony. I never realized I would feel so comfortable, but I was.
“I’m glad you invited me again, Izzy,” Tony admitted.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I admitted as well.
“I’m glad I’m here too,” Tony said.
We then decided on playing monopoly again. I could already tell Jack wanted to talk to Rosemunde, alone, but I also could tell he wanted to talk to Tony and Joel.
After the board game, Jack took Joel and Tony outside to talk. I was still inside with Rosemunde.
“Both of you,” Jack began. “Do you think I should ask Rosemunde now?”
“You could,” Tony said.
“Do you feel ready to?” Joel asked. “Do you think you know her enough to do so?”
“I believe so,” Jack admitted.
“Then,” Tony began.
“Go for it!” Joel said, completing Tony’s sentence.
They all went back inside. Jack decided to take Rosemunde home early, to get some alone time with her. Tony decided to stay until Jack returned, so we could have some alone time as well.
“Rosemunde,” Jack said, as he was pulling out of the driveway.
“Yes,” Rosemunde replied, suspicious.
“I really enjoyed your company,” Jack admitted.
“I enjoy yours too,” Rosemunde admitted also.
“Well,” Jack began. “I have something I’d like to ask you.”
“Go ahead,” Rosemunde urged him forward.
“Well, I’m curious what you think about you dating me,” Jack said.
“I’d be stunned,” Rosemunde admitted. “What are you trying to get at?”
Oh, Rosemunde,” Jack said with a smile. “I’m asking you if you’d like to date me.”
“Uh,” Rosemunde said, stunned. “Yes.”
“Awesome!” Jack exclaimed. “I can tell you are still stunned.”
“Yes,” Rosemunde admitted. “Happy, but indeed stunned.”
“That’s truly ok,” Jack said. “I’ll unstun you!”
“Not really a word,” Rosemunde said, chuckling. “I’ll take it though.”
“Good!” Jack said, as they arrived at Rosemunde’s house. “I hope to see you again soon.”
“You will,” Rosemunde said. “Just pick up the phone, call, and ask if I’m free. It’s that simple.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Jack said. “I’ll remember that.”
“Good!” Rosemunde said. “I will see you soon then. As soon as you call me, that is.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jack said, defeated. “See you soon, and you will hear from me. I promise.”
Tony went home when Jack returned. I could tell Jack was extremely happy. I could tell he asked Rosemunde, and she obviously said yes! I was definitely going to hear Rosemunde’s side of things at school the next day. I’m happy for both of them. I always said that Rosemunde would find her soulmate, and she now has it in Jack. What a year, and what an opportunity for Jack.
Izzy, The Willy-Nilly Sequel, Year 3!
1 + 1 =
Holy Crap, I’m Dating?
It was early on a Saturday morning, I woke up. I wasn’t sure why I woke up so early, but I did. Maybe it was because I knew Tony was going to pick me up and take me to Marco’s funeral, which I really didn’t want to go to. My mother thought I should pay my respects to Suzy, since she was dating him. Well, I didn’t want to at all. After all, she ditched me at the curb it felt like after he caused me to have a life-altering disability, and now, he dies to the beat of his own drum… alcoholism.
I could tell Tony really didn’t want to go either. He had called me the night prior to arrange when to pick me up. I said, since the service started at 11am, to pick me up at 9:30. It was only 7:30 now. Why was I up so early? Probably horrified at the fact I had to sit through his service. I went into the kitchen to find myself breakfast.
My mother and father were already up. My mom made me a plate of eggs, sausages and toast. I sat down and ate quietly. After a long while, my mother was the first to speak.
“Izzy, darling,” she began. “You really should be the better person and support Suzy today.”
“Why?” I shrieked. “She disowned me, mom! You of all people know that! Trying to get her to hang out with me was like cutting a brick into pieces… difficult!”
“I know, I know,” she said. “A good mother would remember. I know.”
I chuckled slightly, my angry resolve leaving for a moment.
“You only have to go to the service,” my father spoke then “That’s all!”
“That better be all!” I muttered. “Don’t expect me to be happy about going either.”
That was the end of the discussion. Tony ended up arriving at 9:30am on the dot. We left my house shortly thereafter!
“See you after!” I called.
“Be good!” My mother scolded.
We arrived just in time for the service, which is exactly the way Tony and I planned it. We really didn’t want to attend, but both sets of parents thought we should offer our support… yeah! Suzy, of course was glad I actually showed up, although she didn’t deserve it. She deserved to be miserable for awhile, being wounded psychologically was what she deserved.
I sat through the service wishing it would end. Suzy wrote a rather gushy eulogy. She was a horrible eulogy writer, too gushy. How could she ever love him? An alcoholic? Seriously? I thought she was better than that. I saw Lisa and Lauren there too, and they were happy to see me. I could guess they’d hoped I’d forgiven them for disowning me when I needed them most… not a chance! They never supported me through Marco’s drunk driving, which led to my amputation, and my minor periods of depression of losing my limb… being a cripple, as I’d thought. No support from either Suzy, Lisa, or Lauren. They just pitied me… treated me different. So, now, they’re getting a taste of their own medicine. I don’t feel bad about it one bit! Finally, the service was over! I left the funeral home without a single glance back at them!
“Izzy?” Tony asked later that afternoon, as were were sitting outside my house.
“Yes,” I said. “What?”
“Are you okay?” He asked with concern. “I mean, after all they’ve done to you?”
“I’m…” I began. “Well, it hurts, but…”
“I can tell,” Tony said comfortingly.
“How?” I asked, astonished.
“Easy,” he began. “I could tell from the first time I saw you after your accident.”
“Your point?” I hedged.
“My point is,” he continued. “They’re wrong about you, you know.”
“Rosemunde said the same thing,” I acknowledged.
“Well, she’s right!” Tony beamed. “Izzy, you are still you. Don’t let them change you!”
“I’m not,” I reassured him. “Still hurts losing people who you thought were your friends.”
“I’ll help,” Tony said slowly. “I’ll help you. I’d like to help you!”
“Thank you,” I said.
“Now, how can I help?” He asked.
“Just being here,” I began. “You not ditching, helps.”
“Ok, but what else?” Tony pressed.
“Just being here,” I said. “That is all!”
“I was wrong about Rosemunde,” Tony said after a moment. “She’s one smart girl.”
“I was wrong about her too,” I agreed. “She helped me more than the people who were supposed to be my friends.”
“That still bothers you,” Tony observed.
I wanted to lie, but was he ever observant?
“Yes,” I said. “I wish it didn’t.”
How did it seem that I was getting closer to Tony? It just didn’t make any sense to me. I knew he left Deborah, because he had feelings for me, but did I for him? I didn’t want to admit the answer. Why couldn’t I just admit it? He could sense my pondering expression. He hugged me then without a single word. Something clicked into place then that I didn’t know would, support, comfort, from a guy… how odd!
Jack and Joel came home that weekend. Jack asked if Rosemunde could come over. I called to see if she was free. Surprisingly, she was. Jack went to go pick her up. I could tell, for some odd reason that he was taking a liking to Rosemunde. In that same way, I could see a flicker of liking for Jack in Rosemunde’s eyes.
I thought maybe I should invite Tony over, too. I wasn’t sure if I wanted that, and if I did, how much? Once Rosemunde arrived, she made that decision for me. So, I reached for the phone to call Tony.
“Hello?” Tony said on the other end of the phone line.
“Hi,” I responded.
“Oh, Izzy!” Tony beamed. “What’s up?”
“Are you free?” I asked.
“Yes, of course!” Tony exclaimed. “What’s up?”
“I wanted to invite you over,” I replied. “My brothers, Jack and Joel are here, as well as Rosemunde is here.”
“Great!” He exclaimed again. “I’ll be right over!”
We hung up then.
“So, is your boyfriend coming?” Rosemunde asked.
“Whoa, what? He’s not my boyfriend!” I said, miffed.
“Izzy, don’t lie to yourself.” Rosemunde pressed. “You wish it, more than you let people see.”
“How are you so observant?” I asked Rosemunde.
“It’s not observing. It’s obviousness!” She clarified, triumphant.
I groaned, and mumbled something unintelligible under my breath. Then, as if in sequence, the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it!” I said.
I opened the door to see Tony standing there. It was nice to see him, although it seemed such a short time before. He hugged me then, came into the kitchen and introduced himself to my brothers, Jack and Joel. I could already tell Jack wanted to talk to Tony, and Rosemunde wanted to talk to me. Joel suggested that we do the private discussions after we played a board game, and probably go out for pizza too. We ended up playing Monopoly around the kitchen table. After that, Tony drove me in his car, Jack took Rosemunde with him and Joel, and we headed out to a pizza place in town.
“Thanks for inviting me,” Tony said appreciatively. “I am having a lot of fun.”
“No problem at all,” I told him. “I’m glad you came.”
“Rosemunde,” Jack said. “I’m so glad you were able to come too, you know.”
“Me too,” she agreed, enthusiastically. “Before we part, I need to talk to Izzy. I think you, Jack, and Tony needed to talk?”
“Yes,” Jack said. “Come outside with me, Tony. Joel, come follow, please.”
“So,” I said. “You really like Jack, don’t you? I can also tell you are wanting my stamp of approval.”
“Yes,” Rosemunde admitted, sheepishly. “Are you ok with this?”
“I told you already,” I told her. “Yes.”
“Thank you, Izzy!” She exclaimed, delighted.
“No problem,” I added. “Rosemunde, you deserve happiness too, you know.”
“Oh, you devil,” Rosemunde countered with a chuckle. “You’re using reverse psychology on me!”
“Of course I am!” I admitted, triumphant. “I win!”
While I spoke to Rosemunde, the guys sat outside discussing things amongst themselves. I obviously heard nothing, and neither did Rosemunde, girl talk, for girl talk, boy talk, for boy talk.
“Oh, Tony!” Joel called out teasingly. “I see you’re hitting on my sister!”
“Duh, Joel,” Jack countered. “Are you that daft?”
“Well, of course I am interested in Izzy,” Tony admitted. “ I, however, see that you, Jack, are hitting on Rosemunde. It’s obvious!”
“I know,” Jack said. “I plan to ask her soon, just don’t know how.”
“I know that feeling,” Tony agreed sympathetically. “I wanna ask Izzy too!”
“Just ask,” Joel said. “Get over your fears, and ask.”
“Joel, brother,” Jack began. “It wasn’t that easy for you, was it?”
“No,” Joel admitted. “You have more confidence though.”
“This is true,” Jack agreed.
“Ok,” Tony broke in. “Now when shall I ask Izzy?”
“Why not now?” Joel stated. “When you drive her back home.”
“Now what about me?” Jack asked. “When to ask Rosemunde?”
“I’d wait a little,” Joel advised. “You are still getting to know her.”
“True,” Jack said. “Ok, let’s go inside and meet up with the girls now.”
I saw them come back inside and join us at our table again. We finished up eating, then we headed our separate ways. Jack and Joel drove Rosemunde home, and Tony drove me home… although, Tony took a detour, which I couldn’t exactly understand why.
“So,” Tony began. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”
“Yes,” I said. “I love hanging out with you, and everyone else too!”
“So do I!” Tony agreed. “On that sort of note, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Go ahead,” I urged him onward.
“I wanted to know if you’ve thought more about what I told you,” he said, hesitantly.
“Yes,” I told him. “What about it?”
“Would you consider dating me?” Tony asked.
“If we don’t rush,” I said. “I’m still in shock.”
“No problem,” Tony said.
“Thank you,” I replied back.
We were at my house then, before we got out of the car, he hugged me. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me… not at all.
I sat on the front porch with Tony until Jack and Joel returned home from dropping Rosemunde off at her house. Although, they only returned an hour later. Jack and Joel must have spent some time at Rosemunde’s house for a while. I didn’t mind that, gave me more time with Tony.
“So,” Tony began. “I’m wondering if you’d like to go for a drive tomorrow evening with me.”
“Where to?” I asked.
“Elmer Lake,” Tony continued. “I rented a cottage for us, for the weekend.”
“Just us?” I asked. “Or, can Jack and Rosemunde come too?”
“Hmmmm,” Tony said, thoughtfully. “That is an idea.”
“I’ll call Rosemunde when Jack and Joel return.” I said.
“Brilliant!” Tony said, beaming. “You can ride with me in my car, and Rosemunde could ride with Jack… you know, bonding time.”
“Oh yes,” I agreed.
“Not to be mother hen here, but do your parents know about this?” I asked.
“Of course they do!” Tony said, sounding rather miffed, like I should know better. “I rented the cottage from them, actually.”
“Really?” I said, astonished. “Wow!”
I woke up early on Friday morning, and I realized it was only 6am. I guess you could say I was rather excited that Jack, Rosemunde, Tony and I were spending time at Tony’s parents cottage for the weekend. I only would have to wait through the school day, and paper. Then, we’d all meet at my house, so Jack and Rosemunde could follow Tony and I, so we could find his cottage easily.
The day sped by faster than I expected, even paper, too. Deborah still looked pained, but that seemed usual now. After paper, Tony drove me home so we could meet up with Jack and Rosemunde. I already knew it was going to be an awesome weekend!
The waiting was over. We finally started to head to Tony’s parents’ cottage. Jack and Rosemunde followed Tony and I. It was great spending time with Tony, even just in the car.
“Izzy, I’m curious about something,” Tony said thoughtfully.
“What are you curious about?” I asked.
“Only curious here, but why didn’t you want it to just be us this weekend?” Tony asked. “Only curious here.”
“It’s to do with the whole not rushing thing,” I told him.
“Ah, ok,” Tony said. “That makes sense.”
“Thank you for understanding that,” I said, thoughtful.
“I did tell you I wouldn’t ever push you,” Tony responded. “I’m staying true to my word.”
“Thank you for that,” I said.
“That’s what a good boyfriend is supposed to do,” Tony said confidently.
“Whoa, boyfriend,” I said, astonished. “Have I reminded you lately that I’m still in shock?”
“Oops, sorry,” Tony said. “I told you I’d help, and now look at me. I’m making it worse.”
“That’s ok,” I said. “I’ll have to poke you the next time that happens.”
“The next time?” Tony asked, as he groaned. “I’m hoping there won’t have to be a next time.”
“I was half serious,” I told him. “I also was half teasing you, just to see your reaction.”
“Oh gees,” Tony said as he smiled. “Why’d you have to go and do that?”
“It’s what girlfriends do,” I said, astonished at my own words. “Isn’t it?”
“I suppose it is, yes,” Tony admitted. “Getting more comfortable with it now?”
“Not quite,” I admitted. “I’m trying though.”
“I do appreciate that,” Tony responded happily.
I could tell we were getting close to the cottage now. Water surrounded us on one side, and cottages were in front of this mass of water.
“Are we almost there?” I asked, excitedly. I felt like a kid asking that.
“Yes,” Tony said. “It’s only ten minutes away now… someone’s excited, I see.”
“Yes,” I admitted. “I haven’t been to a cottage since before my accident.”
“Oh,” Tony said with understanding. “I can see why you’re excited then. Is that the reason?”
“No,” I admitted, and blurted out without thinking. “I enjoy spending time with you, in all honesty.”
“I figured it was something like that,” Tony responded with glee in his voice. He was hoping for that answer, I could tell.
Finally we had settled into Tony’s parents’ cottage. We all found rooms to sleep in. We all then decided to go swimming, well, except for me. I did bring my bathing suit, but I was partially embarrassed. Just then, Tony came to my side.
“Why don’t you come swimming with us?” Tony asked.
“I haven’t swam in public,” I admitted. “I’ve only swam in my physiotherapy sessions, nowhere else.”
“Maybe that’s just the reason you should try,” Tony urged. “I think you’ll be glad you did it.”
“Again, Mr. Tony, you’re right,” I said, though I hated to admit it.
“Ha! I win!” Tony said, excitedly.
“We both won one,” I answered.
“True,” Tony admitted. “Seriously though, go get changed and come join us. You’ll be all right.”
“Ok,” I said, finally. “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
Swimming went well, better than I expected it to. After a bit of swimming, Rosemunde and Jack stayed by the water while I helped Tony cook dinner for us all. I can assure you, Tony was the cook, and I only the assistant. I haven’t really cooked much, especially since my accident. I really didn’t know a person like me actually could cook. We shall see how this goes, plus it was more bonding time with Tony, which I obviously approved of.
“So,” I said to Tony as we walked into the kitchen. “What are we making for dinner?”
“I’m thinking of barbecuing,” Tony said. “Maybe some hot dogs, hamburgers, and maybe some chicken too.”
“Sounds yummy,” I admitted. “How can I help?”
“You don’t need to help,” Tony responded. “Just your company is good enough.”
“Tony, I’m helping you with dinner,” I scolded him. “Where can I help?”
“Ok, ok,” Tony said in defeat. “In all honesty though, I don’t know. I haven’t had someone offer to help cook before.”
“Well, you do now, so get used to it!” I exclaimed. “Think of something!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Tony replied. “Why don’t you see who wants what, and organize the buns for the hot dogs and hamburgers, depending what people want.”
“See?” I told him. “You just thought of how I could help, and I will do just that, help!”
Jack and Rosemunde wanted hamburgers, and Tony and I wanted chicken. I got the hamburger buns ready, and brought out the condiments, and cut up some onions and other things for Jack and Rosemunde’s hamburgers. Helping felt new to me, as much as it felt new to Tony, although he was going to have to get used to the help, and especially from me.
After dinner, Tony and I did the dishes. Then, after a bonfire and some marshmallow roasting, it was time for sleep. We had two more days here, plenty more for bon fires and lots of bonding time. The good news was, bit by bit, Rosemunde was getting closer and closer to Jack. I foresee him asking her soon. Ican’t wait for that!
Izzy, The Willy-Nilly Sequel – Year 2!
Murderous, Asshole, Raging, Calice, Offspring
“Marco!” I cried.
“What now?” Marco hissed. “I can’t believe Izzy’s so hostile towards someone that used to be her best friend!”
“Well she is crippled now!” I sneered through my teeth.
“Suzy, we know this!” Marco retorted.
I couldn’t believe I lost my best friend, but I did. She’s a cripple and all now. What’s the use of debating it? I am dating the most wonderful person, a senior, Marco. Izzy never forgave Marco for the accident, so in turn, I never returned her friendship. Now she was friends with Rosemunde? Really?
It seemed that Tony and Deborah went to the cripple’s aid too. It’s hard to stomach, seriously! Marco is my life now, no matter the stupid mishap that happened. She’s just a cripple… that’s all. Never to return to cheerleading again… oh well… they won’t miss her.
Her new idiot group is purely that… idiots. I can’t, and I wouldn’t sympathize with her now. I loved Marco, Marco did no wrong. I love him. Am I refrained from that?
“Suzy,” Marco began. “Don’t worry about her now!”
“I know,” I replied. “She is as cold hearted as they come now. Why should I care now?”
“I ask that of you all the time,” Marco criticized.
I hugged him then. I noticed a flicker in his eye. We headed back to my house, although my mother disapproved of Marco. I didn’t care. I really loved him, did happiness matter to them? I guess not. Marco decided he wanted to take me outside, somewhere away from my house, a party maybe. John Wintersize was hosting a party again, and I was going, no matter what mama hen said.
My mother scowled at us as we left the house again. Marco drove us to John’s house. It was nice to be surrounded by non-people praising people. Lauren and Lisa were there. I was glad to see them. Marco was already drinking his first beer, the first beer of several to come. I liked when he drank, dunno why, but I did.
Marco had his arm around me most of the night, well, except for getting another beer– one after the other. Mother hen wanted me home by 2am, didn’t really want to obey, but I had to.
Marco sped down the highway, swerving. He was losing control. Why couldn’t I see the camaraderie between Izzy’s and my scenarios– they matched. How could this be happening to me? I hoped I didn’t die, or even Marco. We sped so fast, swerving, twisting, crashing, dying?
I lay awake, in a hospital? Why was I in hospital? Where was Marco? I opened my eyes to 2 IVs, one in each arm. I also saw a heart monitor, keeping tabs on my heart. My mother was beside me, or I thought she was. Where’s Marco? Did he make it unscathed? I saw a wary look on my mother’s face. She was contemplating something.
“Suzy,” my mother said gravely.
“What?” I said, frantic. “What’s going on?”
“Well,” she began. Well, um, Marco didn’t survive this…”
I cried with no control stopping me. He didn’t make it. Why did this have to happen, to me? I kept shaking, convulsing, quivering with the uncontrolled sobs that wrenched from my chest, a whole, permanent scar there. I sunk deeper…
Deeper… into that black whole…
“Izzy!” I called down the school hallway. “Wait up!”
“Why should I wait up for you?” Izzy snarled. “You are useless to me! I have zero sympathy!”
“I’m sorry,” I sobbed. “Please forgive me!”
“Why should I?” Izzy hissed.
“I understand you,” I said. “Seeing the world through your eyes now, I get it.”
“Prove it!” Izzy snarled. “You are far too late! Go cry to your clan!”
I was alone… more alone than people knew. Lauren and Lisa were very distant from me too. I guess I’m really without anyone… getting a taste of my own, and Marco’s all in one, sucks. In the accident, I sustained minor injuries. Well, minor enough, compared to death. Anything’s better than death.
I lay awake that night, grieving. My mother really wasn’t happy with me, more aloneness. I was surrounded by aloneness on all sides. I just lay there, sobbing. Mourning without anyone comforting is my fault, yes. Oh well… I deserved it. I really, truly, deserved it. Ugh, if I only had people in my support system. Due to my prone self idiocy, I’m left without Marco. I’m left without my supports. My fault!
Everyone at school glared at me now. It was disconcerting. I did deserve it, all. I kept on walking, my eyes to the floor, not bothering to meet people’s glares. I felt guilty enough without needing the glares to back it up. I had no one, no one at all. Oh well, do I deserve a life? Sure, I do… right. A life in pure solitary confinement.
Izzy, The Willy-Nilly Sequel – Year 1!
Look, it Fits!
Prosthetically, that is!
Yes, it’s me, Izzy…. I know, hard to think you’d hear from me again, right? Well, you have, and everyone else, too, eventually! I am doing well, well, for me, anyway. My family is doing well, too. My father is making plans to put in the pool this summer, if not next summer.
Francie is still a little jealous of me, at times. I think it was because I still needed some help from my mother and my father, and it took attention away from her. It seems better now though, different. I feel more confident about who I am, as a person. I rarely lope into those depressed states anymore, especially recently.
Mrs. Hughes-Pinke had her baby, whom she named Mackenzie. I haven’t seen her since I left the hospital. I thought about something as I sat in the den at home one day, about the needlepoint, the custom one of the tree I just finished. I thought it might look good in her nursery, maybe. At that instant, I thought of searching the phonebook for her number, to try and arrange a meeting with her. I used my crutches to go to where the phone and the phonebook were, and searched. I found her quickly. I dialed her number and waited.
“Hello?” Mrs. Hughes-Pincke answered.
“Hi,” I began. “It’s me, Isobel Linguard, from the hospital.”
“Oh,” she said. “What can I do for you?”
“I was wondering if we could meet up sometime,” I continued. “I have something that I thought would be wonderful for Mackenzie’s nursery.”
“Oh, wonderful!” Mrs. Hughes-Pinke exclaimed. “Are you free today?”
“I have physiotherapy with Adelia at 3pm,” I responded. “I’m swimming now.”
“All right,” she said. “That’s fine with me. I can pick you up for lunch!”
“Sounds good,” I said. “It’s nice to hear from you, Mrs. Hughes-Pinke.”
“Please call me Helen,” Helen responded.
“Only if you call me, Izzy,” I bargained.
“Deal!” Helen exclaimed enthusiastically. “I’ll drop you off at the hospital, after we go for lunch.”
“Ok,” I said. “I’ll call my mother to tell her to only pick me up from swim.”
“All right,” Helen said. “See you soon!”
We hung up then. I called my mother at her work and told her of my plans. She was absolutely ecstatic I was meeting up with someone from the hospital. After I did that, I went into my room and grabbed the finished needlepoint. I grabbed a gift bag from a stash I found, and some tissue paper to wrap it with. I then heard tires on the driveway that signaled her arrival.
“Come in!” I yelled.
The door opened then, and I was just approaching from the hallway.
“You ready to go?” Helen asked.
“Yes, I am,” I told her.
I sat in the front seat of her van and marveled at the difference in situation now. Helen was simply a friend to me now, not a medical professional. It’s surreal how that happens. Time elapses, and situations change. I was definitely feeling odd at the camaraderie between us now.
We arrived at the restaurant then. She told the greeter we wanted a table for two. The greeter, who’s name I found out was Danielle, lead us to a booth style table. She left then, and the server took her place.
“Good afternoon, ladies,” the server babbled on. “My name is Angela, and I am going to be your server today. Can I start you both off with something to drink?”
“I’ll have a coke,” I replied.
“I’ll just have water for now,” Helen said. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” Angela said. “I’ll be back with your drinks. Do you two need more time to think about what to order?”
“Yes, please,” Helen and I responded at the exact same time.
“All right then,” Angela replied. “I’ll be back with your drinks.”
She left then, but returned a few moments later to give us our drinks. We ordered then. I ordered a slice of pizza with garlic bread. Helen ordered a ravioli dish. We waited patiently for our food to arrive.
“So,” Helen went on. “You said you had something for me?”
“I do, indeed,” I said.
I handed over the gift bag, hoping she’d like it as much as I enjoyed making it. She unwrapped it and studied it for a long minute, then returned it to its gift bag.
“Thank you!” Helen exclaimed. “It’s beautiful! I’ve seen similar pieces at the Treasure Trove, but this is far better.”
“No problem!” I beamed. “I made it myself, start to finish!”
“Wow!” Helen said in awe.
The rest of lunch sped by, then sadly, it was time for me to head to physiotherapy. I was having too much fun, and yet, I used to remember, even two months before now, I used to hate exposing myself. I was humiliated with how different I looked now. Now, however, I’m learning, slowly, to embrace any changes coming my way.
Helen drove me to the front of the hospital. I could tell she had something else to ask me, but she was shy about it. I got out of the car and so did she.
“Thank you for lunch,” I said.
“No problem,” she replied. “I do have one more question for you though.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“I was wondering,” she continued nervously, “if you’d be Mackenzie’s godmother!”
“Wow!” I exclaimed in shock. “Really?”
“Yes,” she said matter-of-factly.
“I’d love to!” I beamed.
“Good!” she exclaimed.
She left then, and I headed to the pool’s change room to get ready for therapy with Adelia. Once I walked onto the pool deck, she noticed my excitement.
“What’s got you so excited today?” Adelia asked, curious.
“You know Helen, right?” I continued, as I got into the pool.
“Yes, of course,” Adelia beamed. “She just gave birth to Mackenzie.”
“Yes,” I replied. “Well, I saw her for lunch today. When she dropped me off here, she asked if I’d want to be Mackenzie’s godmother!”
“Oh my Lord!” Adelia said astonished. “That’s one reason to be very excited indeed! Now, however, it’s time to work!”
Swimming ended, and my mother came to pick me up from the hospital. this was routine now. She drove me home in silence, and I usually just would look out the window.
Oh, I guess I haven’t mentioned about Rosemunde, or Tony. I’m still a part of the paper, enjoying every minute of it. Another thing that’s different is Deborah and Tony broke up not too long ago. I’m not sure why, exactly. Although, I had some suspicion it had to do with me, and my presence. I don’t know why it happens that way, but it does. From what I could tell, Tony was the one to break up with Deborah.
I woke up early on Wednesday morning and got ready for school quickly. I dressed in a pair of jeans, and a sleeveless shirt. I combed through my tattered hair, and went to eat breakfast. My mother left food on the counter for me to choose from. I only wanted a bagel this morning. Tony had offered to drive me to school everyday now, and my mother finally got used to the idea of a boy driving me to school, let alone, anywhere after what had happened.
Tony arrived shortly after I was finished. It was nice feeling somewhat normal again, well except for one exception. I wasn’t really talking to Suzy, Lisa, or Lauren much at all. Suzy was still with Marco. I didn’t see what she saw in him. She was trying to be the voice of reason for what he did to me, trying to say there was apology there. I really disbelieved it, and hoped, someday, something brutal paid a visit to Marco. Maybe Suzy would cry, sob, whatever, but I didn’t care. Yes, very cold-hearted of me, but having very few people in my support system as I fell to pieces at the thought of my stump, Suzy wasn’t there.
“Hey, Izzy!” Tony exclaimed. “You ok to stay after school for the paper today?”
“Of course,” I said. “Where else would I be?”
“Well, I knew you told me something about an appointment?” Tony questioned.
“Oh,” I replied. “That’s not until Friday. I won’t be at school Friday, all day.”
“Oh, right!” Tony slapped his forehead as he remembered this. “What are you doing Friday evening?”
“Well, since it’s my mother’s birthday on Saturday, I’d like to go to the Treasure Trove,” I went on. “Problem is, I don’t know how to do it secretively. My father said he’d be working late, and well, since it’s for my mother…”
“I’ll take you,” Tony offered. “I’d like to spend some time with you outside of school, and the newspaper.”
“Gee, thanks Tony!” I exclaimed.
“What time are your appointments finished for that day?” Tony asked, eyeing me now.
“My last appointment is at 2:30pm,” I replied. “The Treasure Trove closes early on Fridays though.”
“What time does it close?” Tony asked, worry creasing his forehead. “I thought it was open till 8pm.”
“Oh,” I said. “I guess the hours changed. How to explain where I’m going though?”
“Leave that to me,” Tony replied with a smile.
We were at the school now. I grabbed my crutches and got out. I saw Rosemunde standing by the front door of the school, waiting for me. Her and I had homeroom together. I got all my assignments completed for homeroom, and my other classes too. I felt so much ahead of myself now. Recovery makes you have a lot of time on your hands.
The morning sped by. I only had two more classes until newspaper. Newspaper was something I never pictured myself being involved in, but I was, and I liked it. I wrote articles, upon articles, upon articles and it was exhausting sometimes. Rosemunde and I walked to the cafeteria together in silence. Once I got my lunch, and Rosemunde hers, we found a table.
“So,” Rosemunde began. “You do realize you’ve been dreamy in thought lately.”
“Yes, what about that?” I hedged, somewhat in irritation.
“Is it about Tony?” Rosemunde asked casually.
“Uh huh,” I spilled out. “I still wonder why Deborah and him aren’t together though. It seemed to click into place with them.”
“Oh, Izzy!” Rosemunde looked at me, as if I should notice something obvious. “Haven’t you realized he likes you?”
“Sort of,” I replied tentatively. “Gees Rosemunde, you’re way to observant.”
“Well,” she went on, waiting for me to say something more.
I didn’t though. She was right on so many fronts, but how could I be sure? I mean, before Tony really knew the bad side of Marco, he used to coexist with him, like a friend. Now, after what happened, he understood a very different face to Marco, drunk, reckless, stupid… I was glad of that. Rosemunde continued eating, but kept eyeing me suspiciously, almost like she could see into my thoughts. Rosemunde was way too perceptive sometimes. I loved that, and I hated it in the same instant.
The rest of the day sped in a blur, even newspaper. I could see Deborah’s pained face as she interacted with Tony, when the paper demanded it. She had this distant pain that I couldn’t recognize. It was almost as if, her pain was as though I had stolen Tony from her. I felt sickly sorry in that instant, but I couldn’t deny how she felt about my interactions with Tony now, closer than ever. She’d eye me speculatively as she worked, and I worked, on our perspective sections of the paper, submitting to the editor today.
After Tony dropped of the articles that were finished, he drove me home. I wanted to ask him so many questions about Deborah’s behaviour, but I didn’t know how to begin. I sat in silence, deep in thought. He took me out of my revery, startled me, actually.
“I supposed you noticed Deborah’s expressions today,” he began.
“Yes,” I replied. “What happened?”
“Well,” Tony continued hesitantly. “You can’t date someone when the feelings aren’t mutual.”
“True,” I replied. “Whose feelings changed?”
“Mine,” Tony continued matter-of-factly. “I ended it so she wouldn’t be expecting more from me.”
“What? Really?” I said, astonished. “What now?”
“My feelings are with someone whom I asked to be a part of the paper, but this someone had to think about it,” Tony winked in my direction.
My mouth fell open in shock.
“I’m sorry,” Tony apologized. “I’m sorry if that’s not what you feel.”
I still couldn’t speak. Yes, the feelings were there, but I didn’t know how prominent.
“Don’t apologize,” I finally said. “I’m just surprised.”
“I can understand that,” Tony continued. “Are you ok with this?”
“Yes,” I replied. “You’ll have to gently keep reminding me I’m not in shock.”
“I can do that!” Tony smiled. “I’m patient too, you know.”
“Thanks,” that’s all I could say.
“You’re welcome,” he said. “It’s no problem at all.”
I was back at the house then. Tony helped get my crutches to me once I was out of the car. After a long moment, he got back in his car and drove away.
Friday! Friday! Friday! I can’t believe it’s Friday! Today is swimming, and getting my prosthetic day! My mother drove me to the hospital. I went into the change room to get ready for swim. I keep hoping swimming flies in a blur.
“You look excited again,” Adelia commented.
“Today I get my prosthetic!” I exclaimed excitedly.
“Oh, right!” Adelia said, remembering.
I finished the rest of my swim time. I enjoyed swimming, the freeness I felt. I was always at ease when I swam, and worked on my exercises. Now it was time to get my prosthetic. I’m excited about that!! I sat there and waited for Dr. Carstairs to call my name. Finally, it was time!
“Good afternoon, Dr. Carstairs,’ my mother said pleasantly.
“Hello,” he said. “Are you ready, Isobel?”
“I am ready beyond belief,” I said.
Hey look! It fits! It all became more clear to me. I finally had my prosthetic, what I’ve been noticing is I actually could walk now, like actually walk! It felt so different trading my crutches, for canes. It just felt odd to me. I loved the new-found freedom. I’m excited for my future… my endless future!