“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?”
“Honey, I’m worried about Renee. Her first year of high school has just been a complete disaster: She never looks happy, she doesn’t care at all about her appearance, I have to fight tooth and nail just to get her to wash her hair! Kids make fun of her, honey. They’re merciless at this age.”
“I think, maybe, we should pull her out of public school and maybe send her to a Jacoban Girls Academy like my mother went to. They have programs for troubled girls and I really feel like it could help her.”
“Angie, Renee is fine. She doesn’t need some uptight, snobby Jacoban indoctrination prison to succeed.”
“Then what about therapy?”
“That’s an even worse idea! They’ll put her on drugs or send her away! There is nothing wrong with our daughter!”
“We both heard her crying last night, honey. We need to do something!”
“You know what? I’d rather not discuss this further.”
“Ugh! Dustin!”
Potato is so important, he’s the talk of the town! I wonder what he’s done this time to be talked about so much hehehe.
“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.”
noooo Wilbur that’s yucky! Don’t eat dolls :’<
Look at all these happy seals!!
“I don’t know who this weasel is, but I love when he goes POP”
Something about Crystal’s PT face tells me the smell is not good ahahaa
It is legally required for twin toddlers to huggle at least once
yup
I don’t make the rules
Wilbur and Whitney are soooo cute! I love Wilbur’s kitty pants! I want my own ;o;
The Sims of San Myshuno 