|Life of The Landgraabs
Author: BIbupp PM
This is the story of my life, living in the "peaceful" town of Sunset Valley (with all the melodramas of life). There is a feud in this town with the Altos and the Landgraabs. I am a Landgraab, Malcolm Landgraab and I am the next heir for my family. So will I continue it on for generations or will I just run away from it all? Based on The Sims 3.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Drama - Chapters: 18 - Words: 23,826 - Reviews: 37 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 04-06-13 - Published: 06-27-12 - id: 8263638
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Chapter 15: The Verdict
"We find that this case is hard one to decide on, with both parties had good and solid arguments, but one stood out on us because it was the truth and as a group we have decided that no-one because both parties evidence was insufficient and the case seems pointless," announced Morgana.
We were shocked, no-one won! The look on VJ's face was priceless, he was so sure that he was going to win but we all lost. It really didn't matter about winning, as long as VJ stopped attacking me but who knows if that will really happen.
"Bugger, we didn't win!" snared Mother.
"It doesn't matter, as long as the point is across," I replied.
"It doesn't look good in the news, Malcolm."
"Who cares about the media, it's not like people read the newspaper they get sent anyway."
"People do, people all across SimNation!" Mother shouted.
"Well, all I see is the paper rotting on the front porch!" I said back.
Somehow the line I just said stopped the argument between Mother and myself, I was still angry at her because she is trying to force me into owning Landgraab Industries. Father was the opposite of Mother; he has never really forced me into anything.
I shook hands with VJ, "So no-one won, aye?" I said with a smile.
VJ looked depressed, "Yeah," he spoke in a monotonous voice.
I could see right through him, he really wanted to prove a point, about what though? It was probably about beating me.
"What's wrong?" I asked VJ.
"Nothing, none of your business." VJ again replied in a stern, annoyed, monotonous voice.
"Seriously, what's wrong? Is it because you lost?"
"Today is the day my Mother left us."
I was dazzled, I never knew about this, "I'm so sorry about that. I didn't know that. So why did she leave?"
"I don't know, Dad never really told us," he then cried, "that's why I've been bugging him even since."
I felt empathic towards VJ, he needed some care, he is at an uncertain point in his life so he's been bullying me because I seem to have a better life than him.
"So have you been bullying me because your mother left you?" I asked impatiently.
"I have, it just looks like the only option I have to deal with it."
"But it isn't, you could just tell your father."
"You don't understand! Dad and I aren't really close and Miraj is always breaking up our fights."
I never knew that VJ was going through such a rough time, it made me think about my own life and how lucky I was. But because of this uncertainty does that justify his actions? Was it right to throw food and break the amethyst and hurt me and torment me with harsh words? No, didn't think I could forgive VJ yet but I still wanted to hear more about his story.
"Come your father's here, just tell him." I said comfortingly.
"Alright but, but why are you helping me? I was the one that was mean to you." VJ questioned.
"Well I don't want us to stay enemies forever." I stated.
"Fine. But do not speak of this. Ever." He agreed.
"So you will go up to him and ask him?" I asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I just need to find him."
. . .
After VJ found his father, he spilled the beans on what he said to him. I was excited, all that tension between us seemed... gone.
"What happened?" I asked.
"He, um, he honestly gave it to me straight, he said, 'it's time I told it to you straight, our relationship was not going too well after two kids... We just couldn't connect anymore. Your mother said I had changed, I said that she had changed and it just went backward from there.'"
"Backward from there? Did your father go into any more detail?"
"Um, well he did, he said he tried to fix it but nothing worked and so my Mother left and she has never ever tried to come back and my Father was devastated that she left 'us' with Dad but he moved on with it."
"I'm sorry to hear that but at least you finally got your answers." I apologised.
"But it took so... long just for him to say that? It isn't really that hard!" VJ shouted.
"But if it is about something you care about it is." I replied back to VJ remark.
"Alright! I was wrong. So Malcolm, I like to say thanks for talking to me."
"It's okay." I said back.
"No, it really helped me, so no more being enemies?"
"I would like that, VJ. I'm sick of our arguments."
It finally happened, our fighting and harassment was put to an end. I didn't know what to do celebrate or just not tell anyone? I decided to tell Claire anyway and she already knew that no-one won the case, so what the heck, she's my girlfriend and I didn't want to keep secrets from her.
. . .
I rode my old bike to her white house by the beach, her mother was standing outside at the front porch, and it looked like she was expecting me.
"Claire! The feud against VJ and I is over!"
"Is it really?" Claire's Mother asks.
"Yes, uh Mrs Ursine, it has." I said back calmly.
"Um, can I enter your house, Mrs Ursine?" I asked nervously.
"Sure Malcolm, I'll call your mother for you." Claire's mother said assertively.
I entered the white house and went straight up the green carpeted stairs that looked like an alien had puked on it. After climbing the stairs, I took a right down the hall way and to the second door on the left, that was straight passed the yellow weaved bookshelf was Claire's room with the single bed.
Claire was sitting on her bed reading, "Why do Vampires Suck?"
"When did 'you' start reading?" I asked when she said she hates books.
The lemon paint started to hurt my eyes for the first time. I think I was just shocked that Claire was reading.
"Well after the trial, I saw everyone reading, so I thought 'what the heck I should try it too.' And so I did, amazingly reading is actually fun!" Spoke Claire smiling gleefully.
"Well Claire, I came here to tell you something." I spoke shyly.
"What is it, Malcolm?"
"I'm not enemies with VJ anymore. It's over, done and dusted."
"That's great, finally you don't have to be worried about something."
"I am not a worry-wart."
"Yes you are, you always have to be worried about something, can't you just be carefree?"
We were starting to have an argument. It did not look good where this is going.
"I've got important things in my life happening, not like you." I said in a snarky tone.
"How is not missing a dad important or how I feel!?" Claire ferociously shouted back.
I just stormed out, not wanting hear another word of her problems, and as if she was going hear mine either. When I was riding my bike, the anger just seemed to boil inside of me. I stormed inside of the house and oddly no-one noticed me stomping around anger, I thought sleeping it off would make everything better; I just wanted to avoid confrontation at that moment.
. . .
After getting some sleep, I woke up refreshed and ready for the easy Sunday morning. It was a wet and gloomy day, it was raining! Puddles began forming on the paving, I dressed into my Outerwear outfit and jumped and splashed into the puddles.
A few minutes later my Mother shouted, "Malcolm! Get back inside or you'll get sick!"
"Just wait!" I replied back.
After jumping in the puddles, I got bored so I read some books on my MultiTab 4000. Then I receive a phone call from Claire, what could it be? I answered it, "Malcolm! Why did you treat me with disrespect yesterday..." The phone call ended, she was mad and I needed to fix this right away.
Amidst the rain pouring down, I rode my bike down to Claire house as fast as I could without sliding out of control. As soon as I had arrived, I ran inside the front porch of the house and knocked on the soaking wet.
Claire opened the door, as soon as she saw me, "I don't want to talk to you," and she slams the door, I didn't even get the chance to say 'wait'.