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Remember me? Most of you won't, but i'm back! Anyways, I'm writing a short novel on Pleasantview. There aren't any pictures. It's a NOVEL. Hehe 

Anyhoo, heres the first few parts:

Part One: Flashbacks come and they go

John Burb

   I bent down with the watering can in my hand, watering the last organic plant in my garden. I put the can down, my arm aching in pain. My feet took a few steps back, bending down, and my head looked up at the sky. The night was beautiful and the moon was full. My OCD was forbidding me from concentrating on anything else. The sky looked just like the sky back in my old life. I remember meeting Jennifer and getting married to her. She had been with me for eight years now. I flashed back to the day I met her. Sitting in the park with nothing to do, she appeared in front of me with a smile on her face.
   She asked, “May I sit down?” I remember staring at her in disbelief. I had no idea why someone like her would want to talk to someone like me.  I nodded, and she sat down. We ended up chatting the whole day. Jennifer gave me her phone number when she had to leave.  We ended up dating, and after three and a half years, I proposed to her.
   I got up from my knees and walked inside. The steam from the kitchen was blazing, but still a relief from the cold night air. Jennifer was in the kitchen with her body in front of the stove. She turned her head as soon as I opened the door and sprinted over to me, untimely. Her body halted in front of me as she held up a pregnancy test with a little pink plus sign on it.



Part Two: The Twin from Heaven and the Twin from Hell

Lilith Pleasant

   I stomped into my dark, depressive bedroom. Angela and I had gotten in another fight. She had accused me of having s*x with my boyfriend Dirk. I’m still a virgin! Angela’s the slutty one. The amount of birth control pills that were in here bedroom were too many to count. I stepped over to my charcoal colored bed and sat down.
   I stared at my feet and whispered, “damn you Angela! damn you Angela! damn you Angela!” over and over again. I glanced at my wall with a Slash poster on it. “Oh slash; please tell me what to do.” I collapsed on the bed and closed my eyes, and eventually, drifted into a long, dreamful sleep.

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Angela Pleasant

   I stumbled into my bedroom, closed my door, and stepped over to my bed. Lilith and I just had a fight. We had fights almost every week. She was calling me a slut, just because Dustin and I have s*x every Saturday night. I sighed and hugged my pillow. Lilith despises me and always will. I looked up at my ceiling, seeing my bright, girly fan.
   I took another deep breathe and reached over to my end table and grabbed my bottle of red wine. I know I’m only sixteen, but Dustin convinced me to drink alcohol. I opened the bottle, got out a glass, and poured some wine into it. Taking a sip, I stepped over to my computer and turned it on. I logged into my instant messenger and saw that Dustin was online. Taking another sip, I messaged him.

s*xyGirl119: hey babe, wanna hook up 2nite?
Dustball000: sure, but where?
s*xyGirl119: im not quite sure, how about a club downtown?
Dustball000: sounds great, but i have to wait for my mom 2 go 2 sleep...
s*xyGirl119: when does she usually go 2 sleep?
Dustball000: around 10
s*xyGirl119: ok its 8:30 right now….so pick me up right when she goes asleep…
Dustball000: sure babe, what club do you wanna go 2?
s*xyGirl119: idk, maybe the new 1?
Dustball000: the tech-no 1?
s*xyGirl119: yeah…the 1 with the motel next 2 it…
Dustball000: r u thinking what im thinging?
s*xyGirl119: yep
Dustball000: wait…what do your parents think ur doing?
s*xyGirl119: sleeping over ur house
Dustball000: good…as long as they don’t know that we’re gonna hit it hard 2nite...
s*xyGirl119: hehe…they think im the good girl…
Dustball000: lol ur a BAD girl angela
s*xyGirl119: haha I no
Dustball000: oh blast…looks like my mom went to sleep early
s*xyGirl119: cool…wanna pick me up now?
Dustball000: sure...see you in a few minutes!
s*xyGirl119: bye!

That's entertaining. I can't wait for more. {clap}

Thanks!

I was originally going to make this with sim pictures, but the photobucket thing is a pain and I would hardly be able to get the pictures, so I decided to make it a short novel!

Yet again, thanks!

I remember you! lol   welcome back!

And great start!

Seems very interesting so far.  Really good job on the writing.

But yeah, I remember you too.

Thanks! Didn't know so many people remembered me!

As you can tell, my writing as improved by a lot. Remember the Grollers? After writing that, writing as become a hobby of mine.

That was a wonderful start! I can't wait to read more!

More will come this week. Most likely before the weekend. Thanks for patiently waiting guys!

-Ryan

Thank you for your patience! Enjoy! 

Part 3: Teen Relasionships Aren’t Serious

Brandi Broke

I flipped through my fashion magazine and finally was satisfied on page 34, showing an article about Paris Hilton. My hand rubbed on my back, swelling in soreness. I placed my hand back on the top of the bed. It sunk into the floral silk and relaxed in ease. I crossed my legs and put the magazine down. Something wasn’t right. I started to take notice of fighting from the living room of the trailer. It sounded like my son, Dustin, arguing with someone again. Dustin was in consistent arguments whether it would be with Angela, Skip, or even his baby brother Beau.
I stared at the door of my bedroom and wondered if my pregnant self should have to get up and amble across the room. I decided it was worth it and got up from my bed, waddling to the door. My body drenched in pain, my legs started to wobble. I finally made it to the door, out of breath. Opening the door, I saw Dustin and Angela in each others faces.
“Where we’re you last night?!” hollered Dustin sonorously. He tapped his foot on the grey carpet in impatience.
“I’m sorry! My mom was awake until midnight! I had no chance on sneaking out!”
“Well you could have told me!”
“She made me go to sleep at nine! She said I needed sleep for the college prep exams today! She even watched me go to sleep!”
“Shut the f*ck up Angela! You’re full of bullsh*t!”
“I’m not f*cking lying!”
“I don’t believe you!”
“Fine! Don’t believe me than! But I have one thing to tell you! We’re breaking up!”
“That’s right bitch! Get your ass out of here now or I’ll f*cking break your neck!”
Angela starred at Dustin for a second, than stormed out of the house in rage. Dustin glanced at the door for another second, than turned his head to me. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” He apologized and stomped into his bedroom. I gleamed around the room in confusion and went back in my bedroom. I managed to waddled back on my bed and looked at my watch. Seven PM. Skip should have been home an hour ago.

I just wrote another one! But I'll have to warn you guys...this one has adult content on it. I don't want young kids getting exposed to stuff they shouldn't know. Anyways, on with part four! 

Part 4: Phony Love

Cassandra Goth

I sat at my table at Olive Garden alone again. Don was late for about the fifth time. He always planned a dinner date for the two of us an hour before the actual date. He would call me, and say “Hey baby, want to get some dinner tonight?” and I’d not even have time to say anything and he’ll answer for me. He never respected me, always wanted to have s3x, but I always refused. My dad had taught me not to have s3x before marriage.
He had begged, on his knees, for me to sleep for him. I never gave in. After about the tenth time he’d ask me, he’d say, “What the f*ck Cass?! You’re so f*cking selfish and self centered! Get a life!” and storm off. The next day though, he’d come begging for more. It was a never ending cycle that he had trapped me in and I couldn’t get out. That’s why I want to break up with him tonight.
I had heard rumors that Don’s a womanizer, but I never believed them. I thought he was so lovable and charming. My best friend Mary-Sue Pleasant told me that he went around, being phony with girls and trying to get in their pants. She even told me that he had asked a girl to give him a blowjob on camera. I thought Mary-Sue was dishonest and shoved her into the wall yelling, “You’re such a f*cking liar! Don’t talk to me ever again bitch!” We haven’t met eye to eye in over a month. Just this week though, I suspected Don to be cheating on me. He was always late for any kind of date and was nervous every time I tried to converse him about where he just was.
My pre-occupied thoughts were interrupted when Don came up to me, went down on one knee and asked, “Will you marry me?”