Generation 2 Home

Alright, so the voting is now officially over!

After all the posts of generation one, after all your kind comments, and your amazing support, it is now time to move onto the next generation. It was the public’s choice as to who was to carry on this legacy. The votes have showed, that…
The 2nd generation heir will be…


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Alright, so it’s going to take a while before I post up another chapter. I still have to get everything settled down as Joshua being the newest heir. However, I have already gotten busy and I have the house ready! I thought I might show you guys and let you see where the chosen one, Joshua, will be living!

Welcome to the 2nd generation home.

Stay tuned for the very first chapter that will be seen through Joshua’s eyes!

Ps. Thanks to all of you for sticking around for the whole first generation. I hope you will enjoy the next one to come just as much, or even more! Thank you for allowing this blog to reach 5,000 views! It’s a great accomplishment and I hope it just gets better!


Chapter 1.16 – Flipped

Joshua’s Point of View

I couldn’t stay home any longer. Patty’s music was playing full blast, Austin was playing some stupid video game and couldn’t stop yelling at the tv, and mom was yelling at all of us in general for being so loud and not helping her pick up. I was fed up so I grabbed my guitar and walked all the way to Central Park. It was a long walk, but I didn’t mind. I strapped my guitar to my back and only took it off once I was standing by the fountain. I was in a pretty grumpy mood but I started playing my old, acoustic guitar and things got better.  It was pretty early in the morning, so not many people were in the park, but I didn’t mind. I liked the silence.

I finished performing two of my favorite songs when I saw some girl walking my way. She came down the cement steps, her hair flowing with every step she made. It took me a few seconds to realize I was staring, but when I saw she was coming my way, I turned around pretending nothing happened.

“Hi, sorry, um..” The second I heard her voice, I knew it was the girl walking towards me. I turned around to face her. She was a lot prettier than I thought. Her hair was such a light shade of blonde that in the light it almost seemed white. I held my guitar with one hand and looked at her. She continued, “Sorry to bother you but I heard you playing before and you’re really good.” She spoke nervously, as if scared of something, or hiding. She looked around several times as if she was afraid someone would see her. I tried figuring out how old she was. She had a beautiful body, and womanly features. Is she an adult? A young adult? A teenager? As mature as her structure seems, there was this innocent look in her eyes that told me she was younger than me.

She looked around several more times before speaking, “I’m sorry I have no money to tip you, but you…you’re really good. Do you play here often?” So she only came to talk to me so she can tip me? That kinda hurt my feelings. I started packing my guitar away and answered dully,


“May I ask your name?”

“Joshua.” I wanted to know her name too, but I didn’t ask. Instead, she introduced herself.

“I’m Emily. Emily Coyle.” Was that a British accent I heard?

I was still trying to figure out how old she was, and if she had a British accent or not when I noticed some man walking not far behind us. He had a light shade of blonde hair, was dressed in a rich, velvet-looking tuxedo. The second he looked our way he said, “Emily! What are you doing out there? Don’t you dare talk to the homeless. Now carry on!” Homeless? Was he referring to me as homeless? I take it that was Emily’s dad. He had a heavy British accent and the same blonde hair.

Emily shut her eyes tightly realizing she’d been found.  Honestly, I was really insulted. So Emily was just some rich brat . I finished packing my guitar and gathered all the tips I had. When I realized she wasn’t leaving, I said, “Just go.”

She touched my arm to get my attention back, “Joshua you don’t understand. That’s my father. We’re from London and he didn’t really mean what he said. He just doesn’t want me to be with strangers that’s all. I’m truly sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“Will I see you again?”

“Well you know, if you think of me as homeless then yeah I’ll be around.” Emily was about to speak again but her father was in the street waiting by a black, expensive car yelling out to her. She sighed and went running to her father and into the black car.

I went back home and locked myself in my room. I blasted the music and lay in my bed, wanting to be in my own world. For some reason though, I couldn’t get my mind off Emily. There was something about her that intrigued me. I wanted to know more, to know why she seemed so afraid. I played my music louder, but still, that wasn’t enough to get my mind off Emily.

Austin’s Point of View

It was Saturday afternoon and I had just woken up. Carter left me a text message saying he wanted to meet up near the school. I got dressed and headed out the door without telling anyone where I was going. Technically, I was grounded because I hadn’t cleaned my room, nor did I do my homework or any of my other chores. I say technically, because as you can see I’m still out of the house. Mom never had much control on me. When I saw Carter, we did our handshake and he excitedly said, “Dude, y’know Mr.Pinefield?” Mr. Pinefield was our school’s principle.

“Yeah, what about him?”

“Yesterday I saw him drive by in his car. This stupid purple car.”

“Okay, so what man?”

“Okay well here’s the thing. You know how we got in trouble last time for skipping classes? Well I think it’s time for payback. Y’know if it weren’t for that douche, know one would have caught us. So here’s my plan. I saw where Mr.Pinefield lives, and I say we damage his car or somethin’. Show him who’s boss, y’know?”

“Dude, that’s insane! What if we get caught?”

“We won’t! Besides I think it’s about time he gets a new car. We’ll be doing him a  favor!”

“Alright, let’s go!” We took our BMX bikes and rode for about 30 minutes before finally reaching the principle’s house. The car was parked exactly where we predicted; in the driveway. Which meant he was home. We’d have to work fast and quietly or else Mr. Pinefield might suspect something and see us. Carter had brought a heavy piece of metal to smash the windows, but it would make too much noise so we decided not to use it. Instead, we slashed every single one of the tires. Carter whipped out the same spray paint can we once used and wrote on the front window: Who’s the boss? I grabbed the can and scribbled along the sides of the car until, finally, the can was empty. I threw it in the corner of the driveway and we both started pedaling away from the house.

Monday morning, I got to school late, but the second I walked through the office doors, I was called in by the secretary. She told me to take a seat in the back of the room. Turns out Carter was sitting there to.

“What’s going on?” I asked him.

“I don’t know man, think we got busted.” The same second, Mr.Pinefield opened his office doors and told us to come inside. We sat around a small table in the corner of the office.

“You two boys can deny it all you want but I know what you did over the weekend.” The principle said, looking back and forth at us.

Carter spoke first, ” I don’t know what you’re saying.

” “Let’s get to the point. You boys sabotaged my car and turned it into a wreck. Now I don’t want you saying that’s not true, am I clear?”

“You have no proof!” I said, sitting up in my chair.

“Oh really? What’s this?” Mr. Pinefield took out a white spray paint can and held it in front of us. He then turned it so the bottom was being shown. Right on the metallic container were the words ‘Carter’. I spoke again.

“Okay, so his name is on it! Not mine. I shouldn’t be here.”  Carter gave me a glaring look. A look that said, ‘don’t bail on me’. I felt bad. I was in this as much as he was. I shook my head and said, “Whatever, fine.”

Mr. Pinefield continued, “Now, seeing as this isn’t the first rules that you break, you have left me no choice. If it were my decision, I’d expel both of you right this instant, but that isn’t in my power. However, you are both being suspended for a weeks time and will have to submit to 50 hours of community service to be done during this week. There are no exceptions. And this time, if you two don’t follow the rules, I’ll be more than glad to expel your bums out of this institution.” We screwed up big time.

I headed back home trying to think of something to say. Clearly the school would have already called my mom and she no doubt knew about my suspension. She’d flip. When I walked through the front door, there was my mom already standing in the doorway.

Faith’s Point of View

I had just received a call from the school secretary saying how Austin had gotten suspended for a week because he and his friend had caused damage? I don’t really know what she said after the suspension part. I waited at the front door until Austin came home, and when he stepped through that door, I flipped. “I’ve been waiting for you young man! You’re school just called saying you got suspended! You know Austin sometimes I don’t know what’s going on through your mind. Is it possible for you to stop breaking the rules all the time! Why can’t you just be serious once in a while? Good Lord I don’t know what I’m going to do with you anymore. You still have two years to go in high school, but at this rate you’ll never make it through!”

Austin’s Point of View

God would someone shut her up. I kept my head lowered and waited till she was done yelling at me. I walked towards the kitchen to get some food and as I passed by, Patty made a stupid comment. “Aren’t you tough little brother. Better watch yourself.”

“Shut up Patty.”  I was so mad at everything and everyone that I just left the house all over again.

Everyone was aggravating me and I couldn’t take it anymore. I just ran out and jogged all the way to the community gym. There were still a few people around but I didn’t care. I started pumping some heavy iron, adding the weights every time.  I was mad and taking out my anger on the machine. I didn’t care what my mom thought anymore.

You know maybe if I had a dad things would be different. But of course no one will explain anything to me! My whole life I’ve asked mom about my dad but she won’t give me a straight answer. I added more weights on the machine. She just makes up excuses and lies and changes the subject. I remember, when I was really small, maybe just 2 or 3 years old, she told me he died. But then he was living with us. But then he was gone again. And whenever I asked, mom would yell at me. You know, if I had a dad things would be different. I’m sure of it.

I spent so much time lifting weights that I hadn’t noticed how late it was getting. The gym was closing up and as soon as I stepped outside there was a police car. I knew I was past my curfew and was going to get in trouble for it. I could have made a run for it, but I was so tired of my work out that I didn’t bother. I got handcuffed by the cop and put into the car. Mom was gonna flip. Again.

When the police dropped me off at the house mom came out the front door and thanked the cop. Once the car left though, she started yelling at me again. “Austin I just can’t believe you! You know, I’m trying really hard to understand you, I’m trying to help you but you just won’t let me!” She lowered her tone of voice and looked away from me. “I’ve tried so hard but nothing has come out of it.”

Was she considering me as nothing? She thinks nothing came of it, but I came of it. I know I wasn’t the best son nor the best person, but didn’t she at least consider me a bit of something? I wasn’t mad anymore, but rather disappointed. I shook my head at her, and I could tell she felt bad. She realized what she said and wanted to take it back but I didn’t give her the chance to.

I ran towards the house, kicking the garbage can on my way inside.

Coming in, I bumped into Joshua. He said, “Freaking pathetic.”

“What’d you say?”

“You heard me. Grow up Austin. Like seriously.”

“Shut up Josh! I don’t need your stupid comments right now!”

“You never need any bodies comments at any time. But I think you should start listening to the people around you. Stop acting so stupid all the time!”

“You think I’m pathetic, yeah well you’re not any better! With your stupid music. You just lock yourself up all day long cause you have no friends.”

“And you think you have friends? Carter’s just using you.”

“Shut up man! You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know him, and you don’t know me neither!”

“Whatever Austin, you can thank me later.”

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Faith’s Point of View

I heard my phone ringing and had to run to reach it in time. “Hello?” “Hi, is this Faith Auburn speaking?”

“Um, yes. Who is this?”

“Hi. My name is Brenda Stewart. You don’t know me but I’m a  close friend of your mother, Tina Auburn. I don’t know how to tell you this, but Tina passed away last week.”

“Wait.. that’s impossible. How come I didn’t know about this?”

“I’m not sure, I’m trying to figure this out myself. The funeral was a few days ago, and I asked your father who he wanted to invite for the ceremony. When he gave me a list of names, I noticed he hadn’t mentioned his daughter. When I asked him about it, he told me you were dead a lone time ago. I found it suspicious but didn’t make a deal out of it. This whole week I’ve been cleaning up the house and gathering old belongings Tina had. That’s when I saw a phone number with your name on it. I’m sorry you need to learn about it this way, I wish I could have told you earlier.”

I didn’t know what to respond to all this. My mother died? My father said I was dead to him a long time ago? I missed the funeral. I missed everything. I thanked Brenda and hung up the phone.  I wanted to call Carl and tell him, but I didn’t even have the strength and energy to pick up the phone. Instead I went outside and walked along the rocks and cliffs. I thought about everything starting from my childhood, till the present day. All these years I’ve been thinking of my mom, I would only remember the bad times we had. But now that she was gone, I couldn’t remember anything but the good moments. I remembered how we often baked cookies together and she’d tell me to stop licking the spoon. Or on every Friday after school we’d meet at the bus stop and walk home together. All these souvenirs were coming back to me now, but I realized that’s all they were. Souvenirs. I had nothing to remember my mother by. I don’t even have a picture of her. She exists only in my memory now.

It was at that moment I knew I would leave something behind for my children. Something they can carry on for the rest of their lives in memory of me. It is also at the same moment I decided that the time had finally come. The time to carry this legacy onto the next generation. The time to pass the torch. The time to pick the next heir of the Auburn legacy.


Author’s note Happy holidays everyone! Few little notes I wanted to mention. For starters, the line that was italicized towards the end is a quote from the titanic and I thought it would suit the situation perfectly. Also, many of you might already know this, but yes there will be an heir vote! I have created a new page with the poll, Heir Votes, so hurry and go vote for your favorite! The Family page might help you in making a final decision if you haven’t already made one. And I know this chapter was a lot from Austin’s point of view, but I wanted you guys to know a bit more about him seeing as it was close to the heir vote. Anyways, happy holidays to all of yous and thanks so much for all your support! xoxo

Chapter 1.15 – Time Always Runs Out

“Time. A thing with time, I’ve learnt, is that it always runs out.” – Nicholas Sparks

I was so busy trying to work a job, and raise 3 kids on my own that it never dawned on me, that I too, was growing old. To me, aging onto an adult wasn’t something to celebrate. Jeffrey, however, wanted to throw me a party with guests, a cake, and balloons. I had refused the second he brought up the idea, but after persuasion, I finally agreed. To top things off, Austin was aging up the same day I was and I thought it’d be nice to have everyone gathered together to throw a party. Jeffrey had come early Saturday morning and started organizing everything. He insisted I sleep in, and take a long bath and that he had taken care of everything. When I came downstairs, I saw balloons in every corner of the room. Near the door, there was a long white table filled with plates and food for people to pick from. At the other end, was a large electronic stereo. It wasn’t long after that guests starting filing into the room. Jeffrey had reassured me that only close friends and family were going to be attending this party. After a half hour all the guests were here.

My whole family was in the living room, talking and greeting people. Neighbors were here, with bottles of wine and little wrapped gifts. A few co-workers had joined the celebration as well, with another few of my friends. Jeffrey started the stereo and people started dancing along. At first everyone was shy, not wanting to make a scene, but as soon as the music started going everyone joined in the party and danced together.  Jeffrey grabbed my arm and swung me around. We started laughing and dancing along to the beat of the music. I was a little shy of dancing so wildly, but Jeffrey seemed to be a party animal and he made sure I was having a good time.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Patty dancing with Hunter. They were talking, laughing, and shoving each other at times. Even once I saw them sneak a kiss between a song.

People grabbed food, danced, drank, and talked. I was done dancing and was looking around for Joshua but couldn’t find him.

Joshua’s Point of View

I don’t know why I was here exactly. I’m just not the party type. What’s the point of dancing like madmen, drinking wine and pretending everyone’s having a good time. Too many people out there have fake smiles. With their heels so high that they can’t even have a good time. I was happy my mom was becoming an adult and celebrating her birthday. Happy she was having a good time with everyone. I didn’t want to ruin the party though with my glum mood so I stayed in my room for a bit.  Jeffrey had bought mom this high-tech sound system. Patty bought mom a diamond bracelet and one of those girly baskets filled with cream and such. Austin drew her a card, painted her a painting, and made a model of her with his colorful play-do. I was here in my room, staring at my guitar. I had written her a song. I’ve never written a full song before. I’ve written down lyrics here and there as they come and go in my mind. Whatever. I didn’t care. I wrote this song, so I’m gonna play it. Whoever is there and whatever they think I’m doing it.

I grabbed my acoustic guitar and went out to the living room. I turned off the music and everyone stopped dancing and stared at me.  I didn’t even introduce myself or anything. I just stood in the middle of the room and started strumming. I started smooth, barely even touching the metallic strings. People formed a circle around me and then I started singing and played the guitar notes perfectly. I never really knew I could sing. Well, I can’t actually sing. I just do it, I guess. It went a lot better than I thought.

Everyone clapped and cheered when I was done singing. Mom even got teary-eyed. I put my guitar away and Mom came hugging me in a tight embrace. That was a first.

Faith’s Point of View

The song Joshua wrote me brought tears to my eyes. I never noticed how talented he truly was. All those days he would spent locked up in his room, I never realized he was doing what he loved. He was in his own world. All these years I never understood his character, but for once in my life, I understood how he felt. Lost. Different from the rest. I was so proud of him that I wrapped my arms around him tightly. It was only a few minutes later that he escaped back into his room. Carl saw me with my eyes filled with tears so he came hugging me.

The dancing, eating and partying was over when the time finally came to age up. Austin and I stood by each other as everyone formed a circle around us. Everyone sang happy birthday in sync, and one after another we aged onto another stage of our lives. It had been a long time since I had a birthday, and the feeling of growing up was something I hadn’t felt in a while. I could see Carl cheering for me but then I don’t remember what happened next. I just became a new women in the matter of seconds.

When I looked over my shoulder, I realized that Austin too, had grown up. He still had his blonde-white hair. He grew up with a built structure and a large, white smile. He looked just like his father.

Austin’s Point of View

Being a teenager was awesome. Everything seemed better. I was stronger, taller, and my voice sounded a lot deeper. Things seems a lot more important. Yet, in other ways some things lost complete value. I didn’t care anymore about my plastic toys, about collecting bugs, about having a clean room. I didn’t care what other people thought, felt or wanted. Now, all I wanted to do was listen to music and move around. I wanted to play sports, hang out with friends. I was like an unstoppable machine or something.

I started high school too. Now that, was amazing. I hated the school itself, with all its’ rules, teachers, and assignments. But the girls were really hot, and the guys were pretty cool too. This was a whole new stage of freedom. On my first day of school, I met this dude, his name was Carter. We talked a bit throughout the day, but didn’t really have a chance to hang out. After school, he called me up on my cell and we met outside the school. We were hanging out in the park, just chilling and talking. Turns out he was a daredevil like me.

It was getting late, and past curfew but I didn’t really care. We got down from the metal structure and walked alongside the walls of the school.

“Hey, check this out.” Carter said, taking out a white metallic can.

“Wha..What is that?”

“Spray paint dude!”

“What you gonna do?”

“Hmm I don’t know genius! Lets decorate this school.”

It took me a second’s hesitation, but the idea of doing something adventurous and daring just took over me. I smiled a gloomy smile and snatched the can from Carter’s hand. I started painting over the walls, making a cartoon face. As soon as I was done, Carter took the can back and we both started running down the hill, laughing and giving playful punches to each other.

The next day, we both skipped school. We didn’t want to be around once the administration found the graffiti on the walls. Carter called me up again, and we went to Central Park. The public area was pretty empty. Everyone out at work, or at school.

“Hey, I got an idea,” Carter said, looking at me with a wide smile.

Only a half hour later, we were standing in front of this rich looking house. Carter said he kinda knew the owner of the place and there were a bunch of expensive stuff inside. We had a plan. Carter rang the doorbell and was greeted by this lady. He started talking to her, guiding her outside and onto the porch. I crept up the side of the house and I heard them talking. I could hear Carter asking her, “Yes Miss, I heard you were selling some tomatoes from your garden patch. And you see well, my grandma really is picky with her food and….”

I stopped listening and bounced into action. I sneaked through the front door and dashed throughout the house. I went to the back door, and found myself in a private backyard guarded up with fences. There was this rich looking bar on the far end of the patio. I sneaked up behind the bar, and saw a bunch of alcohol bottle. Rows of glass bottles were lined up. I grabbed as much as I could.

I started stuffing my backpack with large, heavy bottles. Carter had told me about these drinks but I never imagined there’d be so much. When my back pack was full, I took a few more and stuffed them under my shirt. I ran back through the house and out the front door. I ran across the lawn and onto the street. A large smile crept onto me. Success.




Author’s note

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Just wanted to mention that it is official, there WILL be an heir vote after all! You guys all seems so attached to different characters that it really persuaded me into making a vote. Also, thought you might want to know that Austin’s picture has now been put up onto the “Family Page” seeing as he turned into a teenager. I think that page will help you in making a final decision in the heir vote, so if you’re interested just read along! Thanks! 

Chapter 1.14 – This Was My Desitiny

Patricia’s Point of View

I wanted to appreciate the good weather, and so that’s when I got the idea of spending a few hours at the pool. It was nice to finally get away from my family. Don’t get me wrong, I like them. But they just don’t understand me. They think I’m some crazy, rebellious girl with attitude. Okay, well maybe I am a little! Anyways, I was lounging on one of the pool chairs with my two-piece bikini taking in all the sun I could possibly get. I closed my eyes and zoned out into my own thoughts. You know that feeling you get when you feel that someone’s watching you. Yeah, well that’s the feeling I had right now. Kinda doesn’t make sense because I’m in a public area filled with people. Anyways, I opened my eyes and watched around me as people tanned and enjoyed the fresh pool water. Suddenly, turning my head to my right I noticed a blond-haired teenager. She had just came out of the water, and I could see her staring at me.

She caught me staring, so she quickly turned away and returned to the pool chairs with her friends. Gotta tell you they weren’t very subtile. They were clearly talking about me. Their glares looking my way and there low whispers. Anyways, after a few minutes, the same blonde girl came back walking in my direction.

“Hiya. I take it you’re Patricia?”

“Uh, yeah. Do I know you?”

She paused, shifting her weight to her other leg and resting her hand on one hip. “No, not personally. But you probably heard from me. I got to the all girls private school right out-of-town.”

“And I would know you because?”

She flipped her long hair behind her shoulder and smiling she answered, “Well, who doesn’t know me?”

See this is the type of girl I can’t stand. Though I have to say that I have seen her before. She was in all those school board committees and participated in all those campaign events. Like I said, a girl I can’t stand. She came closer towards me and continued talking. “Anyways, know me or not, I’m just here to tell you about Hunter. You think you know him but you really don’t. He use to go to our brother’s school, St-Nicks Privates. He’s a great artist and will achieve really ambitious goals. I just wanted to let you know, that the date he took you on the other day? The Art Gallery? Yeah, well he brings all his first dates there. How would I know? I was one of them. And see my friends over there, yeah well they all passed before you. So if you think you’re so special, well you’re not. You would have figured it out soon enough but I thought it be nicer of you to know about it from a girl friend.” Yeah, helluva girl friend!

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Joshua’s Point of View

I started liking going around town playing my guitar. I started with some less popular places. The beach, the fishing pond, the grocery store and finally the bistro. The bistro was pretty popular but I was nervous in case I’d bother the clients so I didn’t stay long. Now, I was making my way to Central Park. I have to say I was really nervous. I don’t really know why. I mean I’m not doing some crazy concert with a million fans. But I guess that’s what makes it worse. I don’t really have fans. I just don’t want to deceive people. Anyway, I went to Central Park and placed myself not far from the fountain. (The sound of the water soothed my nerves). I unpacked my guitar and something washed over me. I was no longer anxious. I was playing my guitar. I was doing what I loved.

I played a few tunes, and more and more people gathered around me. They snapped their fingers, hummed along, and tapped their foot to the beat of my strumming. I played popular songs this way people could connect with them and join in the melody. The best part though was getting a tip. All it took was for one stranger to step forward and drop change and then it was a chain that led to more tips. One after another people leaned forward and dropped small amounts of money in my guitar case. This was my destiny.

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Patricia’s Point of View

I was out late after supper going for my usual jogging. I either ran in the mornings, where it was quiet and fogged loomed over the floor. Or I went later in the day when it was darker and a cool breeze took over. I was running in an open field with trees and bike paths. I had forgotten my earphones, so here I was jogging in silence.

I was so deep into my own thoughts that I hadn’t noticed Hunter run up next to me. I looked at him, then looked away, picking up my pace.

He followed my pace and asked, “Hey? What’s up?” I kept running, ignoring his gaze. “Patty? What’s going on?”

I stopped running and faced him. “What’s wrong? You want to know what’s wrong? Well you tell me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about our first date!” I yelled at him.

“What about it? I had a great time…”

“Yeah well, must not have been the first one eh.”

“What is that suppose to mean?” He was raising his voice as well.

“You know exactly what I mean! The Art Gallery. That’s where you bring all your girlfriends on their first date. You think I wouldn’t have noticed!? Yeah well I did!”

I started running again but he grabbed my arm and turned me around. “Who told you that?”

“That blonde girl who goes to your school. Your rich school. The school filled with snobs who think their better than everyone else!”

“Patty wait! If you’re talking about that snobbish girl Trisha, then you shouldn’t be listening to her! All she does is make lies and rumors up.”

“So it’s not true. You didn’t bring all your exes at the Art Gallery?”

He sighed, “Yes, I did. But wait! Every time I’d go, it’d be the same exact thing and with you it wasn’t! I had fun Patty I really did. And the difference between you and them is that with them that’s the first and last date. But with you, I don’t want it to end. Just please hear me out on this one. I understand if you’re angry but you have to see my point of view here.”

“All I see is that your like every other guy out there and your just playing around with me.” I turned to leave, but he grabbed me once more, only this time he wouldn’t let go. He held onto me elbows and spoke to me in a whisper. “I mean everything that I’m saying. If you were just like all those other girls, I wouldn’t be holding onto you this way. I wouldn’t care what you think. I wouldn’t be standing here right now begging you to forgive me. That’s the difference between you and the rest. I want to keep seeing you Patricia. Not just another one date thing.”

Okay, honestly, how could I resist to that? Seeing me surrender, Hunter took a step forward and took me into a strong hug. In exchanged, I gently wrapped my arms around his waist and was thankful that this had happened. I didn’t want to lose him either.

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Faith’s Point of View

Besides paying the bills every month, and receiving advertising articles, I didn’t really receive anything special in the mail. Only this time, I received a letter with only my name on it. I went into the kitchen and opened the letter gently. Inside, there was a single paper all folded up. The outside of it said: From Carl. Inside it read…

I tear fell onto the crumpled paper. My long-lost best friend had finally opened up to me again. For some reason I wasn’t mad at all. I could have been mad at him for never answering me, for ignoring me, for disappearing out of my life. But instead, I couldn’t help but smile. I could tell he was getting older. The way the paper was all crumpled and had coffee stains. Or the way the writing was shaky and some words fading and hard to read. I was definitely going to meet up with him tomorrow as planned.

Today, however, I had other plans in mind. It was Patricia’s birthday. Today, eighteen years ago I had given birth to my first baby girl. I prepared a carrot cake, her favourite, and got a few joyful balloons hung around the room. When she got home from working at the spa, she was surprised to see the whole family behind a cake lit with candles. We all yelled “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” in sync, just as planned. I put the cake down and hugged Patty, wishing her once again happy birthday.

As a gift, I finally allowed her to get a tattoo. She had wanted one ever since she was a young teen but I had never allowed her. Now, however, I let her do as she pleased.

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I hopped in the cab and stared out the window. I was on my way to meet up with a friend that I had lost over the years. My best friend. My only friend. It was a short drive till the Lake, and so I paid the cab driver and stepped outside onto the green grass. I walked through the grass looking around for Carl. That’s when I spotted him. He was on a little wooden bridge leaning over the railing and throwing bread crumbs to the fishes. I walked towards him and as he saw me, came towards me as well. As soon as he came into reach, we both came in for a warm, friendly hug.

Taking him into my arms I realized how old he had grown. He got skinnier and his body was frail and fragile. That only made me realized that I was growing old as well. We walked through the park, chit chatting about the usual topics. After a while, Carl started asking more personal questions.

“So, how are the kids?”

“They’re doing alright. Growing up fast! I had another child in your absence. A little boy that is. Austin is his name.”

“Oh really? That’s great Faith! I’m so sorry I couldn’t be around in those days!”

“Couldn’t or didn’t want to?” I said in a serious tone.


“Why not? Where have you been. We’ve only been talking about me, but now I’m getting curios about you?”

“Okay, well, I haven’t been in town much lately as I had mentioned in my letter.”

“Yeah, said you were traveling?”

“That’s part of it. I was traveling towards South Africa and around that continent. I wasn’t just there for a happy vacation. For the first few years, I had been there because I had joined the army and I was on a peace mission. Only a few months later did I realize that these peace missions were causing anything but peace. So that’s when I quit the military. Did years of training for only a couple of months of battle. Instead, I went back out to South Africa and started donating my time. I helped built homes, and schools. I planted and harvested vegetation. I taught them a little about my knowledge in hope of helping them survive. They’re very poor there. It’s like a completely different world. Anyways, I stayed there for maybe two years, and lived with families and made new friends and relationships. But, one morning, I woke up really sick. Trembling, vomiting, shivering with cold. I stayed there another week in hopes of getting better but matters only got worse. I would have stayed, but there aren’t very much clinical help around there, so that’s when I flew back here in the city. I had caught an infectious virus that my body wasn’t immune to. It almost killed me. I was in bed rest for a full year until finally I was able to stand up straight again.”

His story left me speechless. Here I was judging him, accusing him of leaving from my life. In the meantime, he was either training for war, donating his efforts to poor families, or fighting on for dear life.

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Patricia and Hunter had both grown up into young adults. She had forgiven him for his behaviour and they were both officially dating. I had been introduced to Hunter not long ago and only for a short period of time, but I liked him. He was a smart young man with lots of talent.

Patricia wasn’t the only one growing up of course. Every second of each day everyone grew older. Today however, was a day different from the others. Today it was Joshua’s turn to grow into a young adult. As usual, when it came to Joshua he didn’t want to celebrate and have a party. I insisted on buying him a cake, and he stubbornly agreed. He stayed in his room the whole day, wanting to isolate himself from the rest of us. His whole life I tried figuring out the way he acted, but I was never able to grasp on his thoughts. He was hard to follow. It was only for supper when he stepped out of his room that he aged onto a young man.

As he aged, I thought to myself how the most handsome man stood in front of me.


Author’s Note

Hey everyone! Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Just wanted to take this chance to tell you all about my newest page. Check out THE FAMILY page to have a view of the evolution of this legacy. I have also decided that there will be an heir vote for this generation, and the FAMILY PAGE may help you in making a decision! I suggests you guys check it out for a quick description on every character! Hope you enjoy, don’t forget to leave me some feedback! ^^

Family – Generation 1

Faith Auburn

A strong, independent woman who ran away at the age of eighteen. She fled to a town called Sunset Valley, and it is there she started her new life. Raising 3 children as a single mother, working two jobs and living with barely enough money, she is here to create a legacy. She dreams of making the Auburn name a famous one.

Patricia Auburn

Eldest child, who has dropped out of high school. Still learning about the ups and downs of life. Learning about who she is and what she will become. A rebellious character she has, and she will not let people walk over her. What you see, is not always what you get when it comes to Patty. 

Joshua Auburn

First boy of the family. Quiet lonesome man who often isolates himself from others. Is a virtuoso at natural and escapes his feelings by playing the guitar. No one seems to understand the way the boy acts, but once you see life through his eyes, it’s a whole different story. Don’t judge his journey until you’ve walked his path.

Austin Auburn

The youngest child of the family. Young and energetic he brightens a room. He’s loud and not discrete. Makes friends easily, but on the other hand, gets influenced easily as well. Seems to be popular on the outside, but inside he’s just searching for something he doesn’t quiet know yet. He loves to be the center of attention, but when he doesn’t get things done his way, you’ll be sure to here from him.

Chapter 1.13 – Guitar Chords

Author’s Note.

Hey everyone! So, as you can see a chapter has been posted up! I thought I’d use this chapter to allow you guys to learn more about the kids. Most of the story goes through their point of view throughout their days. Hope you like it! I should be updating more regularly from now on, so keep tuning in! Also, leave me a comment whenever you have a new chapter posted up this way I can check it out as soon as possible! Thanks. Enjoy!


“Austin! Where are you? You’re breakfast is ready, you’re going to be late for school!” I stepped into Austin’s room and caught him playing video games on the computer. “Austin! What are you doing? You’re not even dressed for school yet, and why is your room such a mess? I thought I had told you to clean up.” Austin was concentrated with his video game and paid me no attention. I sighed, stepping out of the room and shaking my head.

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I thought it was about time Jeffrey was introduced to the rest of the family. Patricia had the chance to spend time with him, but I thought it’d be nice for everyone to meet each other. I invited Jeffrey for dinner and he happily accepted. I was afraid that there would be awkward silences, but everything turned out well. Jeffrey had entered casually and one by one greeted every child. Everyone sat down at the diner table to enjoy the freshly cooked meal I had prepared. We talked about lite subjects. I mentioned that I had transferred jobs (again) because my boss was giving me a hard time. Patricia talked about her daily job at the spa, and by the reaction on Jeffrey’s face, I figured that he had no idea about Patricia not being in school. I got nervous, but the subject quickly changed when Austin brought up the new cool toy I had bought him. Throughout the whole night, however, Joshua stayed quiet. He ate peacefully never mentioning anything.

Jeffrey and Austin got along great. Austin was the type to make funny faces, play games, and invent stories. Jeffrey seemed to understand his childish games and always played along.

Joshua’s Point of View

After eating supper I retreated to my room. I liked Jeffrey, I really did. But I had nothing to tell him. I was in my room, laying down on my bed with my earphones to the max. I hadn’t heard the knocking at my door and the next thing I knew, Jeffrey was walking in. Gosh I hate when people walk in without permission. Might as well just barge in! Anyways, I took out only one of my earphones to hear what was going on. Jeffrey took a seat next to me. Now this was getting awkward. He broke the silence.

“Was your mom always sucha great cook?”

Oh boy, this is going to be long. “Uh, yeah, I guess.”

Really uncomfortable, I got up and went towards my fish bowl. I grabbed the fish food and started spraying it into the water. Jeffrey looked over and asked, “You had that fish for a while?”

“Yeah, since I was a kid.”

“That’s great. What’s his name?”


“You know, I once had a rabbit and he saw me grow up! His name was Wizard.”

I just nodded in response. I didn’t mean to be rude, but I so didn’t want to be having this conversation. I hate that. You know those kinds of conversation that lead to know where and are just used to fill up silence. God, I hate that. I really do.

Patricia’s Point of View

Ok, so this is probably the first time I ever step foot in a library. Can’t tell anyone about that huh. Anyways, I was here only to use their printer. I had found myself a small hands-down job at this bar and this week I was in charge of making the advertising posters. I could have told my boss I had no printer, and the slowest computer of all time, but I figured I’d just be embarrassing myself. So here I was, in the library making an advertisement that I didn’t want to do but still ended up working on.

I had went to the second floor of the library in a dark corner in hope that no one would see me. You know how embarrassing it is to be in a library? Well, it is for me. I was focused on my project that I hadn’t noticed someone standing in front of my desk. I looked up at him, probably gave him a pretty dirty stare and looked back to my computer screen.

I found him super annoying, so hurried up on finishing my paper and printed a bunch of copies. The printer was slow so I grabbed a magazine and sat at a table further down. I flipped through the pages of my book, simply looking at the pictures. Across from me, the same boy from before, came and sat on the other side of the desk.

“What’re you reading?” I hesitated and then lowered my magazine.

“Nothing,” I answered dully.

He grinned and nodded. I couldn’t just go back to my book with him just staring straight at me, so I asked him what he was reading. Not that I actually cared. He answered me, pleased by the idea of my asking. “Abstract, Architecture, and Art.”

“Cool” I got up, passed by the printer and noticed only half the papers were done. I sighed to myself. I wanted to get out of this place and this stupid printer was taking forever.

I went to sit outside on the libraries balcony. I was deep in thought when the same guy sat next to me.

“I was wondering, do you like art?” He said in a happy-go-lucky tone.

“Ok, listen buddy I don’t know who your are but what is it that you want?” I asked him. I have to admit I sounded pretty rude but I swear I didn’t mean to sound like that. I actually felt bad right after saying that.

“Oh excuse me for making conversation!”

I felt bad. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound rude. And to answer your question, I guess I do like art. To a certain point. You?”

“You gotta love art. Art is creativity and creativity is the heart to someone’s soul!”

I paused at his statement. I was thinking over what he had said until he interrupted my thoughts (again). “Okay, so that was a little deep. All in all, yeah I like art.”

“What kinda stuff you do? Paint, draw? I don’t know..”

He chuckled, “Yeah I do ‘stuff’. I guess I can do a bit of everything, but I like painting. Big paintings you know. My favorites are graffiti though. By the way, what’s your name?”

“Patricia. You can call me Patty. You?”

“Hunter. Nice to meet you.”

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Joshua’s Point of View

I hate Saturdays. What am I suppose to do? I tried keeping myself as busy as I possibly could but I was bored out of my mind. I have a bunch of homework, but that kinda stuff isn’t my thing. I just stuck around in my room the whole day. I practiced a few tunes on my guitar but I couldn’t do that the whole day. I tried doing homework but I gave up on them. Instead, I pulled out one of my comic books and started reading away.

After reading a few comic books, I decided I had to leave this house. I had to leave this room. I didn’t really have much friends to go out with, so I grabbed my guitar and went in town. I don’t really know where I was getting at with all this. I wanted to escape the silence of my own room, but from another point of view, I didn’t want to be swarmed in a crowd of people. That’s how I ended up at the beach.

I started strumming my guitar. It was a little after supper so the beach was completely deserted. The only sound came from the waves and my guitar chords.

I thought I was alone, until I noticed a few people around the beach tapping their foot along with the sound of my music. I have to admit, I was shy. Real shy. I wanted to leave, go back and hide in my room. But I didn’t. I few more people gathered around me and were all humming along with my music. I actually liked it. I played them another song, happy to see that I was entertaining people. It was getting late though, and because there are no lights on the beach, it was getting pretty dark too. Slowly people started to leave the beach. I too, packed up my guitar and went back home. Only, this time, I was satisfied with what I had done.

Austin’s Point of View

I spent my weekends outside most the time. Mom didn’t really care. I told her my homework was done, even if they weren’t and she would let me go out and stuff. At school, I had a fight with my best friend Timmy, so now it gets kinda boring on the weekends. I don’t have anyone to play with anymore, but it was his fault not mine.

Anyways, I went to Central Park because of the good weather. I wanted to find a new friend. I wanted to get Timmy jealous too. I was walking around Central Park, minding my own business. Where are all the kids in this town? I didn’t really like living in Sunset Valley. This place is just filled with old, gossiping people. No adventure here. I had stopped near a pond where some teenager was fishing. I was in the moon, not paying attention to what was going on around me. Instead, I imagined myself being one of those fishes in the pond. I must have lost track of time, because the teenager was standing next to me and now asking if I wanted to try fishing with him. I found fishing boring. I can’t just stand there and wait. Instead, I asked him to play tag. Surprisingly he agreed. And let me tell you he was fast. He’s so much more fun than Timmy! I’ll just have to tell Timmy.

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Patricia’s Point of View

Finishing my jogging, I headed into the house, grabbed a snack in the fridge and made my way towards the shower. I was in the bathroom when I heard my phone ringing. Hurrying to pick it up in time, I answered with a warm, “hello”. I didn’t recognize the voice on the other side. I asked who was speaking.

The other voice seemed amused, “You don’t recognize me do you?”

“No I don’t. If this is some stupid joke well give it up.” I was about to hang up, but the person on the other end of the line spoke up.

“Wait wait! This isn’t a joke! It’s me, Hunter!”

It took me a second to assemble all the pieces. I forgot I had given him my phone number. When he had asked for it, it never crossed my mind that he would actually bother calling back.

“Oh, uh, hey.” I answered, still shock and confused. Why the hell was he calling me?

“Listen,you probably thought I was a pain in the ass the other day at the library, but I’m not actually like that. Well not all the time, anyway. But uh, I don’t know, I was thinking maybe we can go out somewhere? Like as friends you know. Just for fun, nothing more?”

I sighed, not knowing what to answer. I wasn’t necessarily busy, but I felt at ease in the comfort of my home. Not answering, Hunter spoke up.

“You know what, never mind. I didn’t mean to bother you, and anyways we don’t even know each other. I’ll cya around, I guess.”

Before he hung up, I spoke up, “Wait!” I wasn’t thinking. I don’t know why I just didn’t wait another split second until he hung up. Instead, I caught myself off guard and trying to think of something to say. After a few second, I said in the telephone, “You weren’t that annoying by the way. And, I’m  not doing anything right now, so I wouldn’t mind going out for a bit.”

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I met Hunter at the Art Gallery. Yes that was his choice and not mine. When I met him on the sidewalk he right away gave me a friendly hug. To be honest, I felt kind’ve awkward seeing as I didn’t even know the guy. I guess that’s just the way he greets people.

When we entered the Art Gallery, I was surprised by the silence that filled the room. Different types of art were hung around all over the place. Statues and structures were kept to the far end of the room. Paintings were hung next to drawings and then came the photography. In the center of the gallery, there were old antiques that meant something to the culture. Art was never really my thing, but I was pretty curious to everything around me. I just hated how neat everything was. You’d think you were in the house of some rich old lady. Oh well, I still enjoyed looking around at everything. We went to the second floor, to find more artistic pieces. I spoke a little above a whisper, “Do you come here often?”

“Actually, yeah, I do. One day, I’ll create something and it’ll be hung up here.”

I laughed to myself and looked at the painting in front of me, ending the conversation. Hunter kept his stare on me, however. Speaking a bit louder now he said, “You don’t believe me, do you?”

“Well, no, I mean, I do. I hope for you that your dream does come true.”

“But you don’t think it’ll happen?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen you do anything artsy. I don’t even know what kind of art you do!”

I saw how this was emotionally hurting him. Pfft, sensitive much? Therefore, I turned the subject into a bit of a joke, wanting him to cool down. “Hey for all I know, you can only draw stick figures and finger paint!” I nudged his side with my elbow and seeing him smile sure was reassuring.

By the time we exited the Art Gallery, the sun had started setting. There was a fresh wind blowing through my hair and I felt goosebumps appear on my arms. Should’ve brought a damn sweater. I was planning to take a cab back home, so while waiting for the taxi to arrive, Hunter offered waiting with me. We talked a little more in the cold breeze. Finally the taxi came and pulled over right in front of the sidewalk. Before leaving, I thanked Hunter for everything. “You know, I actually had a good time today.” I smiled up at him.

“You seem surprised?” He answered back, grinning; exposing his perfect white teeth.

I laughed in exchange, “Oh yeah, can’t believe I had a good time with someone like you!”

He hugged me once more and as I got into the cab he said, “Have a good night.”



(Quick, Behind-the-scenes)

Thought I’d share a few of these pictures with you! Little way for you to keep up with what’s going on with the Auburns!

Of course Joshua would faint at the arrival of the burglar ! Ha ha !

– Ps. Let me know how you liked the different points of view

Chapter 1.12 – Start and End With Family

Sim days came and went. I can still remember my pregnancy with Joshua. The day he was born and the days I spent raising him as a single mother. Those days were gone however, for today little Joshua was going to become a teenager. Patty and I were going to set up balloons and a cake, but Josh had insisted to keep it simple. He didn’t want balloons and didn’t want to have a big party with friends. I had agreed to his wishes, but still bought a small cake for the family to share. We were in the living room, cheering for Joshua. Clapping, whooping, and whistling, as we all watched as he became older. I had invited Mom over, and I could see all the effort her frail body was going through.

After all the celebration, it took only a few seconds to realize that Joshua had matured into a teenager. His taller, broader structure filled the center of the room. His hair long and shaggy, hanging in front of his ocean-blue eyes. He smiled shyly as we all stared at him, open-mouthed at the drastic transformation.

Mom had insisted on getting Josh a birthday gift. She said she had the perfect thing to offer. Turns out she was right; she got him a certificate allowing him to a free guitar lesson! Joshua remained calm and quiet, but there was excitement in his eyes as he thanked his grandmother.

As a traditional birthday gift, we remodeled and refurnished Joshua’s bedroom. Gone were the children’s toys and the playful wall patterns. Usually, I let my child chose how they want their room, but Joshua hadn’t mind and wanted us to surprise him. Knowing his different type of taste, and his dark-colored style, I made most of the room red and black. Stepping into his brand new room, he smiled and nodded. “I really like it Mom, thanks.” Over the years I got to understand the way my kids thought, and this was exactly the way Josh thought. He was quiet, and rarely spoke, but whenever he did say something, he truly meant it. I smiled, a glow filling my heart. I was happy with what I had to offer.

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Patricia had never forgotten the night her boyfriend had broken up with her. I had entered her room, happy and excited to present her to her father. She had pretended not to notice the intruder, but in the future days, she asked me about him.

“Mom, you know the other night. When uh, you know, about Jayden?”


“Well you came into my room remember? Before even talking to me. And there was someone with you. A guy. Who…who was he?”

I hadn’t been expecting that question. I was sure she hadn’t noticed. However, it was a perfect time and opportunity to tell her who this man truly was.

“Well Patricia…”

“In all honesty, that man you saw that night…” I remember taking a long deep breath before speaking the next words. “He’s your father.”

Patty had stared at me, confused, surprised, and shocked. She stood in front of me in disbelief. I didn’t know what went through her mind, but before she even got the chance to think something negative, I continued. “I hadn’t spoken to him in years, but somehow, someday we met again. It wasn’t that long ago, I assure you. When I told him about you, he felt so much guilt, yet so much happiness. He regretted not knowing about you, and not seeing you grow up, but he was joyful at the idea of having a daughter. We met a few times after that; not very much though. He insisted on meeting you, and I thought it would have been a good idea. I invited him home, but then things had happened unexpectedly.”

Minutes of silence had filled the air around us. Finally, Patricia had spoken. “So, your saying that man is my dad? My real dad?”

I had nodded. She had smiled. She had found her father. Other things may change us, but no matter what, we start and end with family.

“Yes, Patty, he’s your real dad.”

I was thinking about that time we spoke, and how I had been super nervous on telling her who her father is. Now, we were both in the car, on our way to Central Park. Finally arriving to the community area, I stepped out of the car and spoke to Patricia, “Patty are you sure you don’t want me coming with you? I understand if your nervous, and you want me around?”

“No Ma, really, I’m ok.”

“Alright. Are you sure though? I mean, maybe I can just go at the other end of the park you know? Mind my own business-”

“Mom, really. I think you’re way more nervous than I am. I want to do this on my own. Please?”

I smiled and nodded. Slowly stepping back into the car I drove away, looking back into the rear view mirror, seeing my daughter -delicate and fragile- standing in this big world.

Patty’s point of view…

I have to admit I was a little nervous. I mean, it’s not everyday that you go meet your biological father. I took a deep breath of the fresh air and walked through the green grass. My steps were shaky and clumsy. Oh stop being such a clutz  . I crossed my arms, feeling vulnerable to everything surrounding me. I slowed my pace, walking around, unsure what to look for. I was staring down at the pond when a sudden hand had touched my shoulders’ causing me to flinch.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” The deep voice told me from behind. I turned around and stared at a broad looking man. He looked just like me. The hair, the eyes, and a little bit of the smile too. My mouth hung open, leaving me speechless and shocked. I blinked several times, trying to sink in reality.

I didn’t know what to say. I must’ve had some confused face on, cause’ Jeffrey -my dad- was looking back at me, unsure of what to say as well. He spoke first, “I take it your Patricia?”

Still speechless, I simply nodded my head.

“Well uh, I imagined this scene a 100 times, but I guess nothing can prepare you for a situation like this. I’m uh…I’m Jeffrey, I believe I’m your father.”

I smiled, fighting back the tears and I said, “Yeah, I know.”

“Well um, I don’t know if your mother told you but uh, I got a house not far away. Thought it be nice to be closer to family you know?”

I have to admit there was an awkward silence. I didn’t know what to tell him, and he didn’t know what to tell me. He scratched the back of his head and said, “Hey, I brought some fishing poles with me in my truck. I don’t know if you wanna..I don’t know? I thought it could be a good idea…”

He was stumbling with his words, so I cut him off and said, smiling, “Yeah sure, that’s a pretty cool idea.”

We got the fishing poles and went to find a calm, quiet pond. Holding our equipment, he started to open up to me. He told me how he never knew he was even going to be a father, and had enrolled into the army, thinking that was the only thing he can offer to the world. “I understand if you want nothing to do with me. I mean, I know I’ve missed out on so much, but-”

I cut him off again, “If I wanted nothing to do with you. I wouldn’t be here in the first place.” We smiled at each other.

Finally, reaching the pond, Jeff threw his line into the water. I tried attaching bait to the end of my string but was having a hard time. I started swearing at the stupid thing. Jeff, laughing at me, put down his pole and helped me put it all together. “Not much of an outdoors person huh?” He said, shoving me and laughing. “Whatever,” I answered back, trying not to laugh.

We didn’t catch much fish in the pond, probably because of all the noise we were making. We told each other jokes, and told stories of our past. It was getting late, the sun starting to set. To me, time went by super fast. I was liking my dad. Or should I call him Jeffrey? Yeah, I think I’d be better off just calling him Jeff or something. It’s really cool how he was all over the world, fighting for our country. Lots of funny stories he had to tell me after all those years. Same for me. Lots of stories to tell, but I stayed pretty private. I told him about the usual, family holidays, and birthdays, and about my two brothers. I didn’t really tell him about myself personally though. Like how I dropped out of school, had an influencing boyfriend, and all the other mistakes I did throughout my life. I didn’t really want to tell him though. He’d probably tell on me, to mom. Mom doesn’t know half a thing about me. Like the parties I go to, the things I drink, and sometimes smoke. She’s around me alright, but her mind is elsewhere. I just think she doesn’t care.

It was getting to dark for fishing, so we wrapped up all the equipment and stopped to sit at the main water fountain.

What I thought I had avoided, was now the subject of our conversation; me. Jeff wanted to know how I was like. What music I listened to, if I played sports, how school was, about my friends, if I had a boyfriend. He wanted to know me.

“Well um, I kinda like loud rock music I guess. I’m not much of an athlete so I don’t do sports. I never really tried any though.” Not wanting to answer anymore of the questions, I tried changing subjects. “I guess my favourite sport though would be soccer. Lots of people like to play it and I’ve played maybe a few times a while ago. You must be a pretty tough athlete if you were in the army huh?”

“Yeah I guess so. Lots of training. But like I said, enough about me. What about you? What do you do on your spare time?”

“Um, I do whatever. I listen to music pretty often, I like to draw sometimes too.”

“That’s cool. You must go out with friends pretty often too huh. I remember at your age I was always sneaking out. Don’t do that though.” He laughed and winked at me. He continued, “How about a boyfriend?”

I shook my head. Memories of Jayden filled my head. The night at my job. How we broke up. The things he made me do. Tears started to fill my eyes, but I hoped that the darkness of the night would hide them. I was wrong, instead Jeff noticed right away.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Why you crying?”

“It’s um, a long story. It’s nothing don’t worry about it.”

“Aw come on. You can tell me. I haven’t been there your whole life, but now that I’m here you can trust me.”

I looked up at him, and spilled out my story. Everything from the beginning to the end. I told him about choosing the wrong friends and making the wrong choices. I told him about dropping out, and disrespecting my mom. In response, he hugged me and held me in his strong arms. It felt nice to have someone finally care. He said, as low as a whisper, “I’m here to protect you now.”

When we got back home, I went straight inside, into my room, and put my earphones on. I smiled to myself listening to my music. I had a dad.

Faith’s Point of View

Patricia had went straight to her room as usual. Outside, however, Jeffrey was waiting and he signaled me to come outside.

“Thank you so, so much for everything.” He was telling me.

“For what? I didn’t do anything.”

“For letting me back into our daughter’s life. I’m so happy I got a chance to meet her. She’s a special kid, Faith. Just like her mother.”

Blushing, I tilted my head down, avoiding his gaze.

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Time came and go in the Sim World. And today came that special time of the year when a birthday was being celebrated. Today was Austin’s special day for he was becoming a school-aged boy. As every other day. Austin was loud, but for once he wasn’t crying. No, this time he was squealing and cheering with joy, filled with the excitement of being the center of attention. I had baked a cake myself and Josh, because of his skillful, artist hands, had helped me with the decorations. I had hesitated on wether or not to invite Jeffrey, but had voted on not inviting him. I didn’t want to make things awkward for any of us, and thought it may still be early. When the right time came, I scooped up Austin’s small but solid body and directed him towards his birthday cake. The whole family sung along, and at the end of our celebrations, Austin blew out his candles and grew into a healthy young boy.