Tag: Renee Broke

“Renee! The Jacoban Girls Academy forbids short hair! You’ll be expelled and admission was very expensive! It took forever to get your father on board and here you are disrespecting us!”

“Well, maybe I didn’t want to go to this stupid school! Did you ever think about that?”

“But it’s something you need! You’re depressed because you’re unpopular, and Sister Agnes’s program can help with that!”

“I don’t give a flying fig about being popular!”

“Then what do you want in your life so badly? Money? A boyfriend? Better grades?”

“I want a penis, mom!”

“Okay, I’m gonna tell you something that’s kinda really weird and probably impossible. Can I trust you not to tell anyone? Not even mom or dad or Phoebe or even Connor and Charlie’s dog, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah! You asked me not to tell, like, five bazillion times on the way here! Are you smoking? My teacher said to tell mom and dad if you’re smoking!”

“No, no. I just really kinda really really really wish I could be, uh, a boy. Like more than I’ve ever wished for anything before! I think about walking through the halls at school being such a cool guy and everyone likes me and it’s the greatest thing.”

“Wow, you’re weird. I don’t think even Santa can grant that kind of wish. You were right, I think that is impossible.”

“Way to lift my spirits, Cait.”

“Is this some kind of sick joke, mom?”

“Relax, hon. It’s only for the summer.”

“I don’t care if it’s ‘only for the summer’! I look uglier than before!”

“The Jacoban Girls Academy’s uniform is what all the other girls will be wearing. Not just you.”

“I’m not going to this stupid Jacoban summer school, especially if I’m going to be surrounded by girls who’ll make fun of how ugly I am!”

“Renee, you keep saying you’re ugly, but if you’d just take care of yourself, maybe we wouldn’t need to do this! Now tell me, what do you think is ugly about you?”

“Just… Just everything! Now leave me alone!”

“… What the hell is wrong with me?”

“Renee? Honey? Are you in there?”

“I’m doing my summer book report, mom!”

“Okay, I left something by the door for you to try on. I think you’ll like it!”

…

“Oh my Watcher, I look horrible in this.”

“I think I’m gonna be sick!”

“Yep. I’m so ugly just looking at myself makes me sick. Isn’t that just perfect?”

“Oh my Watcher, Renee! You didn’t tell me you were auditioning for the Summer musical!”

“Oh, nah. I’m just returning these books before they fine me. I hate musicals, anyway, I’m always an extra and everyone makes fun of me.”

“Aw, really? We’re competing with San Myshuno Prep for a spot at the Sim State Thespian Festival this year. Though, I don’t think we have to worry, much. The girl with her eyes on the lead, Isabelle Worthington, read her audition piece and ohmigosh she is a haaaam.”

“Yeah, heh, that’s my cousin for you.”

“She’s your cousin? No way! You poor thing.”

“Well, I mean, she’s okay, but lately you’re all she talks about so, uh, I’d be cautious if I were you.”

“She likes me? I can’t believe it. A rich, popular girl likes me and she is not my type, like, at all. Talk about the media setting impossible standards!”

“I know the feeling. I tried looking at those teen girl magazines hoping they were right and I’d like them after becoming a teen? Didn’t happen. I hate them even more. By the way, uh… What is your type?”

“Ya know, uh, to be honest, I don’t even really know.”