Well, I'm going to start another serialized story, but it is not going to be a sim adventure. Sorry about that. Here is the introduction and pilot episode!


Introduction
If you were to walk up to me and tell me that in the course of a summer, my grandfather would die, my family would get his entire estate, and we’d be moving thousands of miles away from the home I spent the past sixteen and a half years in, I’d have you committed. As insane as it sounds, that is exactly what happened. Twelve weeks of pure chaos led to me moving all the way to California, family ties got severed from the constant arguing about who received what from Grandpa, and the bitterness became too much for us.
So, here we are now; Mom, Dad, our old wrinkly dog and I now have a thirty-room mansion all to ourselves. It sounds crazy, because it is. But, it’s true.





 

OUR BEAT UP STATION WAGON stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the huge crowd of Porsches and other obscenely expensive cars. I could feel the stares of the people in the cars around us, and I could almost read their minds. Dad paid no attention to them as far as their looks, but Mom and I shared the same thoughts. We already felt like outcasts.


“How’s Walt?” Mom asked, turning her head and checking the dog in her peripheral vision. Walt just stared at her blankly and stuck his tongue out, as a blast of wind pushed back a mop of fur. I never really knew why we named our Shih Tzu after Walt Whitman, but we figured it was so random that it’d grow on us. And, it did.
After having just enough of the merciless wind going to town on my hair, I turned the old rickety handle and hand-cranked the window up and sighed with relief. Of course, the damage was done and my hair was disheveled. I’m not necessarily good at timing. It’s not one of my strong points.

“Poor Grandpa,” Dad randomly blurted out, “He was wicked healthy. It was just so random.”

His attempts to strike up any form of conversation failed miserably, as mom and I continued to stare out into the distance. The ocean looked like a translucent blue blanket sewn to the land and the bridges; it was so silky-looking and clean.

Walt started snoring loudly, as he rolled over sideways. He was so loud that we could hear him over the radio and Dad going on tangents about random things.

“Man, Walt’s lucky. He just gets to sleep and eat. Like a little four-legged stoner.” I chuckled, running my hands through my hair, in a futile attempt to make it presentable. Minutes passed like hours, as I impatiently waited for us to finally get to our new house.

“Karrie, couldja get me a soda? I think there’s still a couple in the cooler.” Dad took one hand off the wheel and reached back as I tossed a can at him. Like a professional of the craft, he popped the lid of the can and took a couple sips. Dad put it in one of the remaining surviving cup holders and cranked up the radio.


We were about a half an hour from the new house, I inferred. Of course, I couldn’t check the time because the radio’s clock was always ridiculously off. The station wagon barely clung to life, even in the time-telling department, but dad kept it no matter how battered and disgusting it looked; if there was ever a prime for this thing, it must’ve been around the time when Woodstock was recent.


Strangely, it never really bothered me that I was moving away from where I used to live; Of course, I did have a lot of friends but we keep in touch online. We usually IMed each other all night on weekends and stuff, so moving thousands of miles away wouldn’t make a big difference. That’s probably why I was so complacent about us leaving home; it was surprising though because I never knew that my grandparents were, to word it simply, friggin’ loaded.


After what seemed to be an eternity sitting in the s***mobile, we pulled up to a giant house, surrounded by lively green trees and an endless stretch of water. Without hesitating I jumped out of the car and started stretching like I was frozen in place for a million years.

“Here we are!” Dad stretched his arms and yawned.
“I’ll start bringing in some stuff,” I exclaimed, “Starting with the dog…”


I got back into the car for a split second and picked up Walt as he slept without a care in the world; he didn’t mind being moved or picked up, as long as he didn’t have to exert any effort or move by himself. Sprinting up the stone steps, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a duplicate key. With Walt in one hand and the key in the other, I almost fell over from the imbalance of weight on either side of me.


I turned the knob and tiptoed in, putting the dog on the floor and checking my surroundings. Every single inch of the foyer was beautiful; the tiles were black marble and each of them were individually bordered with gold. They were so shiny that I could completely see my reflection with ease; Walt ended up barking at himself, thinking that his twin was trapped under the floor. He whined and then went back to sleep under a small wooden table.
Not going back to the car to bring anything else in, I power walked up the white marble stairs and into the main hallway. Room after room stood before me like a set of options; now came the fun part: picking a bedroom. I knew that it would take all day, so I immediately started in order from closest to farthest from me.


“Here’s the new house,” I laughed to myself, “Damn it’s huge.”
I enjoyed the quiet roaming while I could, because school was two days away. Maybe it’d be more fun than the 150-person high school in my old neighborhood.


My mom, Dad, Walt and I had a mansion all to ourselves. Talk about being spoiled.


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I'll post the second episode when I'm done with it!

This is an awesome story iBOCK! Can't wait till the next one.