|The Sims World
Author: TigerGirl7707 PM
Its about a girl named Zoe who gets sucked into the sims world were no one can understand her. I OWN NOTHING! except the story ideaRated: Fiction K+ - English - Fantasy/Humor - Chapters: 12 - Words: 11,021 - Reviews: 65 - Favs: 19 - Follows: 22 - Updated: 05-03-11 - Published: 06-24-10 - id: 6081186
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I'm just going to say, that I am really glad you have all supported me, and this is really going to help me some day. It's weird for me to get all serious suddenly, but it's completely true. If you've noticed, during writing this I've gotten better, which is because I've been working on other stories, and been getting tips on how to improve my writing. As much as I love the writings of how much you love it, and I'm not saying this as a lecture or anything, I would also really appreciate it if you would point out some flaws, or other ways to improve myself. It will really help me and if I do start writing real books, it will give me a better chance at becoming successful. Anyways, I'm sorry that I said the next chapter would be done in a week and I think it's been three weeks now, it turns out that the FCAT wasn't for two weeks, and I was sort of lazy the next week. Anyways, me being all sentimental is over, and time for replies!
Hufflepuffluv: Haha! I'm seriously sorry for not updating, it's up there in the mess of seriousness.
HeyItsAbir: That seriously makes me feel really good. That's my real goal in life is helping people out, entertaining them, whether it's in a big bookstore or simply through the internet. And why the heck am I so serious all of a sudden?
DFH-bubble401: Well it wasn't a long story either. At first I planned for her to go through all the different expansion packs, like seeing werewolves and vampires and stuff, but it ended up being an escape story which I prefer really. Yeah, I get frustrated when they become really sad and start to do what they want so I use cheats also.
Chezza456: Since I'm being really serious right now, I'll just say that of everyone that's replied and said they enjoyed my story, you are seriously the best. You've been here from the beginning and I just want to thank you for that. Just a note if I become an author, all of my stories with have much more twists than this. I'm a twizzler! The story, I'll put the reply in the last chapter because I'm not going to put in more chapters until this story's finished. And I'm glad you like the pie!
Just 2 Dream of You: Yup, she dominates! As I mentioned up there, I've been working on improving my story, so I've been experimenting on details. I'm glad you like it!
Sorry that the interactive author is so long, but I'll try and make this a long chapter. I DON'T OWN THE DANG SIMS OR ANYTHING BUT THE CHARACTERS AND STORYLINE! Good, enjoy!
As we burst through the door, I realized that Ian was carrying a laptop. I also realized, to my disappointment, that we were not on the ground level, and that the door did not lead outside. In fact, there were stairs that led so high I couldn't even see the top, and there didn't seem to be an elevator anywhere.
"What's the laptop for?" I asked. Without an answer, he opened it and showed me that he was playing the Sims, but it was either on the worst possible graphics that it could be, or, like he had said before, I was messing up the game. "What are you even doing here?" I asked, curiously.
"I was watching you," he said, making me blush, "and when I saw that you had been captured, I immediately headed here. I'm sorry it took so long to find you, these stairs are the longest in the world I think."
"Wait a second," I said holding up my hands, "If it took you that long to get down here, then we don't have time for this! Make an elevator or something,"
He sighed. "I'll try," Ian said, typing something in the computer, "But I suggest we start walking, it will take a while, there are no promises that it will even work."
I sighed but started walking. Didn't I always like exercise anyways? As we walked, I became aware of how close we were standing, and how warm it was to be close to him. I couldn't help but keep glancing over at him, looking at his forest green eyes behind his glasses. They were determined, looking at each step. And he looked strong too.
Shut up! I told myself. But there was still this though about the day where he said what I had never though he would, 'I love you.' I suddenly wanted to change my thoughts, so I began asking questions.
"Has my mom noticed I've been gone?" Was one of the questions.
"I'm not sure," He replied, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice. He knew how much my mom ignored me. "I haven't been at your house all that much, but when I am, she's never there, which is to be expected." His tone suddenly turned to anger. Anger for me, I soon realized. "What kind of parent does that? I mean, their own kid goes missing and they stay at work and act as if nothing happens! It's just not right!"
My eyes go wide at his comment, but I make no objections, knowing what he said was true. It was just surprising how he said that. It wasn't like him to talk bad about anyone, even if I do it in front of him all the time. My cheeks grow red as I think that he did it for me. ONLY me. Maybe he wouldn't do it for any other person BUT me.
I turn my head away so he wouldn't see my red face and that close to him I barely though about the minutes passing by. I wanted to ask him about the day where he confessed that he loved me. I'm not sure how long passed. Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? I couldn't tell. But then I suddenly turned to him with confidence.
"Remember that day you said that you loved me?" I say. Immediately I want to take the words back, but I had no choice but to continue.
He turns. Then it was his turn to blush, even though he tries to hide it. "W-what?" he stutters. I could tell he was uncomfortable, but I press on.
"That day that I was in front of you." I say, "You were on my bed, and I was in front of you, and you said it."
"I-I was j-just," his voice goes into incoherent mumbles and stutters, so I take the pressure off him.
"Because I never replied to it," I say, wishing I had said something else as soon as the words pass my lips. He turns, surprised, and I pause. "Well, I just wanted to say that-"
But I never finish the sentence as a buzzing noise comes from the laptop. He opens it and out of nowhere there's and elevator in front of us on the next level. I felt relieved that I could give my tired legs a break, and at the same time disappointed.
We step in without hesitation and it closes. As if knowing where we want to go, it begins to rise.
"How long do we have left?" I ask, keeping the subject off love so we could focus on getting out of the Sims World.
He opens the laptop and shows me a timer at the bottom right of the screen, which only says about ten minutes. My heart gives and uncomfortable lurch and I begin to doubt the possibility that we could ever make it, but I push those thoughts aside and focus on the task.
"We need to know where the portal is," I say, but I don't even need to ask. The screen was showing the town, and on the complete other side of it is a swirly sort of thing that meshes together the picture, which could only be the portal.
By the time we finally get off the elevator, the timer reads about five minutes. We don't waste any time when the doors open and we dash off in the bright light.
We go a few blocks before we realize that we would never make it on foot. Looking around in desperation, I see a car parked in front of a white house. I jump in the driver's seat, grateful that the Sims cars don't have locks, when there's such a strong volt of electricity that I fall out the car and onto the pavement.
"Are you ok?" Ian asks, helping me up and dusting me off, "You're still under the Sims rules, and driving someone else's car is breaking them. Let me drive." Then he gets in the driver's seat and I, grumbling, get in the passenger's seat.
He hands me the map and I start directing him through the streets. I promise you, when he's in a hurry, don't be a passenger. I cling onto the hold as I tell him, "Left," or, "right," or, "Straight,"
Then something else happens. As I'm telling him to take a right, it doesn't come out. Or it does, but not correctly. I know what I'm saying and what I want to say, but it comes out in a different language that only takes me a few seconds to realize is Sim. I cover my mouth, tears forming in my eyes, and motion him to the right. He casts me a sympathetic look but doesn't say anything back.
When we finally arrive, I don't dare look at the timer, I just know that we don't have any time to spare. I jump out and immediately see the portal that will take me and Ian home. It's distorting the images around it, swirling it until it comes to a black circle in the middle.
Without any hesitation, we run madly for it, seeing it loose strength as the time begins to run out. In a last desperation, we jump for it, our eyes shut tight.
But there's nothing. We don't feel any different, and we land hard on the grass. There's nothing left we can do. Nothing.
I started to experiment with details in this chapter, and I hope you enjoyed it! Tell me what you thought of the different style of writing. Only one chapter left!