Chapter 7

Chapter 7 should be up by the end of this week hopefully. I have been having a lot of school work lately, so I haven’t been able to write my blog.

Chapter 6: Gone with the wind

Yes! I did it. I finally learned how to make ambrosia, all I need you are the two ingredients I’ve been learning about. Death fish: not quite hard to find, all I need is to gain some fishing skill, catch an angel fish, use it as bait, and fish in the sunset valley’s graveyard pond between 12 and 4 in the morning. But Life fruit on the other hand is very difficult and would take a lot of patience. I need to find the right seed, but first I need my gardening to be level 7 or higher. Level 7 is intermediate/hard. Once I found the right seed, I have to plant it, grow it, harvest it, then voila! I would make my ambrosia. Sounds easy at first, but not that easy.

THE NEXT WEEK

Yes! I finally did it. I reached enough fishing skill to be able to catch a death fish. I am right now at the graveyard, it’s very spooky, especially since there is only one street light lighting up the entire graveyard, not to mention the scary stories of ghosts lurking here. I don’t believe in that stuff but–OMG a bite, I feel a bite…AND IT’S DEATHFISH. YAY!!! I DID IT!

Taxi…yes hi, I would like you to drop me of at my house please. Thanks.

I arrived home at around 5 o’clock in the morning. The sun was just starting to rise, and it felt good. I, felt good. The morning breeze hitting against my skin. I had already planted many seeds that I found. I do hope that at least one of these seeds are life fruit. I takes a really long time to find the right one, and time is what I’m running out of.

I took a taxi to the grocery store to go get some fertilizer. The only fertilizer they had at the store was either fish or other fruits and vegetables, such as apple, watermelon, lime, garlic, everything and anything. I bought about 50 watermelons. Hopefully that will do the trick, I mean I have a lot of plants, and you never know when I’ll be tempted to eat one.

I went home, and made myself a drink. I had one glass of red wine, then another, and another, and…well you get the point. I had had about 7 glasses of red wine. After I drank them, I felt very light headed, so I went to lie my head down on the lawn chair and I fell right asleep.

When I woke up, I remembered having a dream about this house in the prairies, and there were clouds above it, with cows around it eating grass. I went straight to the easel and tried to paint what I remembered of this house. As I was painting, I started day dreaming, so I guess you can say I was day-painting…anyway, I saw this young woman with blond hair, and her husband with three little children. They looked adorable. What striked me the most was that she resembled myself quite a bit. It was almost as if she was a future heiress of the Chaplin legacy.

When I finished painting, around 8 o’clock at night or so, I went to go tend to my garden, and boy was I in for a big surprise. All my plants had grown. some were even taller than me! I quickly started tending all the plants in hopes to see if I had a life fruit plant. Dang! Out of luck. Oh well, better luck next–”Hello? Who is calling me at this time?”

“Hello, is this Maureen Chaplin I’m speaking to?” asked the man on the other side of the phone.

“yes….who is this? Why are you calling me now? What do you want?” I replied frantically.

“Why hello Ms. Chaplin, my name is Geoffrey Langraab…from the Langraab industries. Anyway, I’m calling to ask you a favor. You see, we are conducting an experiment to see if we can successfully resurect a deceased person from the dead, into their self before they died. When we heard of your daughter’s passing, we figured we would ask you. Now before you ask us certain questions, I will explain to you everything that we will be doing, and everything that YOU need to do if you want your daughter back. First of al, we need you to give us your daughters urn that contains her remains. When you give us this urn, we will place it into a machine that will bring your daughter back to life the exact same way she was, before she drowned” he explained.

My plan was ruined. This wasn’t supposed to happen at all. When it’s supposed to be my daughters time to visit me, I was going to make her eat ambrosia, which would transform her back into her flesh-self. This man just ruined my entire plan, but if whT he says is true, that my daughter will come back to life with her flesh and not her ghostly self, then I wouldn’t need to get a life fruit.

“I will arrive there as soon as I grab her urn.” I told the man.

I rushed inside to get my daughters urn, and hailed for a taxi.

Update

Chapter 6 has already been done. I just need to add the pictures. It should be uploaded on tuesday, if not then Wednesday for sure.

Thanks again, and remember to comment

Chapter 5: A Plan in Action

After finishing my painting, I decided to catch up on some reading. I was starting to learn more recipes, as to show off my culinary ability to other people around town.

I was finally done reading the recipe for baked angel food cake. Just reading the ingredients, my mouth was getting water. The pictures looked absolutely gorgeous. They way the were served with chocolate syrup on top. Just thinking about it makes me want to eat right now. I looked towards the sunset, and kept thinking of my plan. If I wanted to make ambrosia, I needed to main ingredients. The first and easiest is the death fish. The second and most difficult to find in all around town was the life fruit. I couldn’t find a life fruit like that, so I knew it would take some dirty work to find the right seed. Of course though I would have to take some patience, I which I barely have right now.

I Went to the bar behind the kitchen and next to the living room, and grabbed myself a drink. I wasn’t really a heavy drinker, so all I really had was wine. A bottle or two, but not more than that. If I had more, I probably would become a heavy drinker, or Risk getting them all robbed along with other valuables in this household.

I went outside To grab newspapers that I threw out the window in anger. I dint know what one of them fell into, or however long it was sitting on the ground for, but it was green. Not that light green colour, but like really really dark green. I was almost afraid to touch it that’s how scared I was.

It was Around 8 o’clock, the sun was still setting, so I decided to finally eat my supper. I was going to have leftover food from when I last had Jocasta Bachelor over, which would have been around……maybe last week or so. The leftovers were goopy carbonara. Just by knowing what was for leftovers, anyone could see how advanced I became in my cooking skill. There was some sort of green gas coming from the fridge, and let me tell you…..it smelled horrible. I don’t know what it was from. It could have been from rotten vegetables, spoiled bread. Anything.

I sat down with the food on the table, and started eating it. It didn’t quite taste the same from when I last had it, but it wasn’t horrible, just a little bit sour. That’s all. The chunks of meat still tasted the same, thank god for that. Besides that, nothing really tasted horrible enough for me to throw it out.

I went to go put my plate in the dishwasher, when all of a sudden, I felt something horrible in my stomach. I thought I was going to throw up! I though to myself “What did I eat today that didn’t taste very good”….. I thought and thought for a really long time, but i guess i never realized that the only thing I ate that I made was the goopy carbonara. I thought to myself “O my god. That’s why the fridge had green gas coming from the inside. It was the goopy carbonara.

Wow that smells bad. Never would I have thought something could smell that putird in my life. How come I didn’t smell it when I was eating it? Was I focused on something else that I was day dreaming while I was eating something that could have been poison? Anyway, I graves the leftovers from the fridge and threw it into a garbage bad. I opened the front door and smelled the fresh air. I walked to the garbage can and just threw the rash inside.

I went back inside my house, about to sit down and read a recipe book when I felt another massive stomach ache. This one hurt so bad, I knew I was going to throw up, so I ran all the was into the bathroom, and let nature take its course. I don’t think ill describe it to you, seeing as it was very disgusting, and that telling you would be inappropriate.

I sat down between my bedroom, and my daughters bedroom in the hallway. I grabbed the recipe book “Ambrosia: For Professionals only” and started reading. While looking at the book, I started to understand it much better, than when I tried a while back. THat could also be due to the fact that my cooking skill has increased, but either way, I now understand it and thats what counts

I was on the last chapter of the book entitled “Now that you know how to make it, try it yourself”. I looked up, then back down at the book and noticed nothing was there. All it said was “Insert comment here”, with a blank page on the next page. I said to myself “Did I do it? Did I finally finish reading the recipe?! That didnt take long AT ALL! It took what 5 minutes?” I looked at my watch….. “3:00 p.m. Did I just skip an entire day??? No matter, the only thing i care about now is that my plan is now is action.”

Chapter 4: A New Friend, While One Returns

The next morning

I woke up at around 7 a.m the next morning and noticed that It was still dark outside. I went to go grab the newspaper, and as I looked on the cover page where they have all the headline news, I noticed that they had an article about my daughter Teenage girl from London drowns in Sunset Valley pool . How could someone mention my daughter in the newspaper without my permission. I was getting a hold of myself until I saw this. I opened the obituaries section, and shockingly they had a picture of my daughter. How did they get a picture of my daughter? How did they even know where I live?

I decided that I was going to paint some more seeing as I knew the basics of painting, and since I had an Idea of what I was going to paint. I was going to paint the night sky. The beautiful stars in the dark blue sky shined as bright as the sun during the day.

I was in the middle of painting, when in the corner of my eye, I noticed the living room lamp was floating off the ground. I had no clue what was happening. I must be having a nightmare.

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I walked closer to the lamp, not knowing what was happening and I realized that the base of the lamp, was completely off the floor. Not by an inch or two, but more like half a foot. I took a few steps back, and was just frozen in fear. I couldnt move anymore, I certainly couldnt call for help. Even if I could call for help, no one was in my household but me.

I stared as a blue figure appeared jumping out of the lamp. I assume it must have been a ghost seeing as everyone in Sunset Valley heard rumours of people being haunted by the people they new. This Ghost with white hair, seemed familiar to me almost as if I knew her. She was even wearing the same clothes my daughter was wearing before she drowned. Then, I realized, that this ‘ghost’ in my living room. Was actually………my daughter.

“Sweety, is that you?” I asked in a low voice.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” she replied.

“What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here? I thought you were dead.” I remarked.

“I am dead, it’s juts very confusing for me to explain you see. Everyday around midnight or so the Angel of Death, lets out few spirits to haunt the citizens of Sunset Valley. Today was my night to haunt, so I came to the only place I knew…….here.” she explained to me.

“I’m just glad you’re alright. So tell me, how does it feel being dead.” I asked.

“Im not allowed to tell you that. I’m also not allowed to tell you when you die either, and yes…..I know when you die. Anyways, I have to leave now, so go to central park, and find yourself a new friend to talk to. See you later mom.” she said while disappearing into thin air.

“Sweetie….Wai——t.” I tried to say as her ghost was fading. “Well that was very weird. I guess I better do what she told me to do. Central Park, here I come.

I arrived at Central Park, at around 9 a.m, when people would be starting to go to work. I on the other hand, have enough money for me to live on for a very long time. Anyway, I was walking around Central Park, when I noticed a lone woman, looking in every disance, except for mine.

“Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice you were just looking around everywhere. Are you lost? Oh, and by the way, my name is Maureen Chaplin. I arrived two days ago from London.” I told her.

“Oh I know who you are alright, I’m just looking for my husband. I don’t know if you know who he is yet, but his name is Simis. Simis Bachelor, and I’m his wife Jocasta Bachelor, although my maiden name is Halliwell.” she replied in a friendly voice.

“You’re Jocasta Bachelor? Mother of Micheal Bachelor?” I asked. “Yes, yes I am.” she said. “You may have heard your son talk about my daughter then. Catherine Chaplin. They knew each other through Facebook. I feel like I know who you are already. Your son has told my daughter and I so many great things about you. Why don’t you come by place, and I’ll cook us up some lunch.” I told her.

We arrived at my house, and I starting cooking lunch. Lobster Thermidor, my favorite. I learned how to make it, by reading many cook books in my young adulthood. It was my favorite lunch menu, and also my specialty. Most people didnt know how to make it, because you needed to be an expert cook, and to my advantage, I was. THe only recipe I was missing, was the most difficult one that required you to be a professional cook. Only 1% of the entire population in the world knew how to make it. Ambrosia, and I want to be apart of that 1%, or there’s nothing else for me to live for.

While we were eating the lobster, Jocasta, was telling me a little bit more about herself, besides the basics that Micheal had already told me. SHe explained to me how she knew about Sunset Valley, and how she met Simis. I was enjoying my food so much, that I just kept noding my head and saying “Ya..sure..ok” countless times, but I guess in a way I was listening because I do remember what she said.

After she left, I started painting once again, but this time, while I was painting, I was also reflecting on what my plan was to try to get my daughter back from the ‘Angel of Death’. I knew it would be tough, and that it would take a long long time, but if all went well, and there were no flaws in my plan, then I would have my daughter back. Safe and sound. At home, where she belongs.

Chapter 3: The Day after Yesterday

After I got my ingredients from the fridge, I started mixing them together. I put the pancake batter in the bowl. Hmmm, should I put chocolate chips, or apple slices. I think I better put the apple slices in. I put the batter on the stove, and I start smelling something burnt. Oh no! My pancakes, their burnt. Oh damb, I bet you this is because I am still thinking of my daughter.

Goodbye horrible pancakes. *Thump*. Okay, let’s try that again. This time, I’m going to put grapes, apples go bad much faster, and taste horrible, while grapes last longer, and don’t go bad. Okay, I’ll put the stove on low, and this time I’ll observe it.

And voila! My grape flavored pancakes. The heat, that is coming out is filling my nose with the sweet scent of grapes. Oh boy oh boy oh boy, this is going to taste real good. It’s a good thing I made a full serving for more than one person, that means I can have them, more than once a day.

That was just the best pancakes in the world. If I want to be able to complete my mission, then I should start either reading more cook books, or cook more and more. It’s a shame though that my daughter is not here to eat these with me, I have no one to eat with. Plus, these were her favorite when she was just a toddler. Oh what am I going to do, my daughter drowned to death.

I grabbed another bowl, but this time, I out some gummy bears in it. As I was walking towards the kitchen table, I saw the sun finally come up. As I looked at the sun for that brief moment, as to not go blind, I saw my daughter’s face with a smile on her face.

“Catherine, is that you.”

“Don’t worry mom, I’m in a better place now, stop worrying about me. The more you worry about me, the more stress you will cause yourself.”

Soon after that, I found myself eating the last piece of pancake. I really hope I didn’t gain weight, because I can’t afford for people to see me like this, they’ll think I’m suffering from depression. I can’t really argue with that cause I am, but I’m not eating to make me feel better, I just got carried away.

One hour later

Okay, well I’m off to see her school principle. I arrived at the school, just a few minutes after the bell rang when teenagers would be leaving jumping for joy, and partying. Except for my daughter of course. I was walking up the stairs with my head bent down, when I noticed a green track outfit. Was it him? Is that Micheal Bachelor?

I lifted my head a few inches to see if in fact that was him, and to my dismay it was. I presume he must have known who I was, because he knew my daughter and I were coming to town, and my daughter’s description of me probably finalized it. I glanced at him, and he stared at me, as if trying to figure out what I was doing here. I ignored him, and just kept walking towards the school.

Wow! That’s a huge school. It’s bigger than my high school, but then again, that was a long time ago. How was I going to say it again….oh ya I remember. Ok, well, I’m off to tell the head director that there will be one less student this year, according to reality that is, but maybe that it’ll change if I get a phone call. A specific phone call, for an experiment.

“Hello. Ms. Secretary, can you tell me where the principles office is.” I asked to the secretary, who was surfing on the Internet, but at least she was answering me.

“Sure it’s just down the hall and to the right.” she replied not caring who I was.

“Tcha you know what? I won’t stand for this. Your attituted is horrible, you’re not even acknowledging the fact that I’m here. You’re a disgrace to man kind.” Wait. Did I just say that out loud? Oh well. Next stop, Principle’s Office.

“Hello? Mr. Principle? It’s Ms. Chaplin, I called on the phone? For a meeting? (is this man deaf or just stupid) About my daughter!?” I asked while he was looking at me like WHO.

“Ah yes, Ms. Chaplin, please sit down, but before you say something, might I ask why your daughter isn’t here today?” he asked in a concerning tone.

“SHUT UP!” I yelled loudly in hopes that I could try to get a word in, without him interrupting me again. “If you would just let me continue, I could explain everything.” I said very kindly. ” My daughter is not at school today, because she, well you know kaput.” I told him.

“Kaput?” he asked as if trying to say ‘What the he’ll is wrong with you’.

Yes, kaput, that means deceased. As I was saying. We arrived yesterday from our trip from London, and I found my daughter drowned in the pool. Now before you say anything else, I’m leaving, and I hope that the next time I come in this wretched building that it’s because I’m signing my daughter up again.” I exclaimed while sorting of yelling it out loud with tears coming out of my eyes.

“Ms. Chaplin, WAIT—!” he yelled as I ran out of his office past the day dreaming secretary and into the hallway.

As I was running towards the outside of the school, I was crying, I saw all the elementary kids starring at me. I guess they had just finished class, either that or they heard what was happening in the principle’s office. I swung the door wide open, and I saw Bella Bachelor, Micheal’s little sister. She looked so much like him, and she was so gorgeous.

I stopped walking, and my emotions took over. After that horrible experience inside that school, I started crying and crying, and it wouldn’t stop. It was as if my eyes were a firehouse or a sprinkler or something.

I started walking around taking in the fresh air, and just looking around at the people, the buildings, the park. All that wonderful stuff. I kept walking until I noticed a specific building that caught my eye. My main thing that attracted my attention was the sign. I walked in, and immediately there were service women, offering to help me.

I introduced myself to one of the service ladies, and told her everything about. Where I came from, who I was married to, how my life seemed to plummet into thin air. Everything. She was either a good listener, or just didn’t care at all. She offered to give me a tattoo for only 100 simoleons, but I refused. I didn’t think it was the right thing to do, when I constantly kept telling my daughter not to get one.

As I left the spa, I assume it must have been around 9 o’clock, I noticed this couple, or at least I hope it was a couple, whispering about me behind my back. I only managed to make out a few words “That’s Maureen Chaplin…daughter dead…drowned…crazy idiotic witch.” Oh…my…god, how does he know about my past. My ancestors, even my mother. Nobody knew we were witches, except for him. He was either a really good stalker, or he heard the rumors from London. I looked at him straight in the eye, and he didn’t care I was looking, the only thing he did was turn his back away from me.

I hope that I never see him or his wife, girlfriend or whatever she is again. I have had enough. I’m going to stay home, and start working on my experiment.

Chapter 2: What now?

Why did this have to happen now, here, and to her especially. It would have been better if it was me and not her who drowned. How am I ever going to live with myself for not doing something. It’s like my heart is giving up on me and that my expiry date is being fast forwarded quickly. Why did it happen. How am I going to tell her school that she is never going to show up. So many questions, but no one’s answering me.

I started painting to get my mind off of things. It seemed to actually be working. I started painting a picture of what seemed to be a pink gingerbread house. It reminded me of my daughter when she was 5 years old and came home from kindergarden class with a gingerbread house kit. She decorated it with cute candies, and didn’t want anybody to eat it. After one week however our dog ate it while she was at school. It was so cute how some pieces of candy got stuck in his fur. My daughter didn’t mind however because she just loved fluffy.

When I was done painting the picture, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I had to cry it out. The pain that my daughter was no longer in my life, was to much to bear. I mean my daughter was only 16, she didn’t even have her prom yet. The only thing she had in her life was myself, and the memories of her father before he passed away.

It is now 11 o’clock. I think it’s time for me to go to bed. Let’s see, I did my taxes, I finished painting. And, my daughter died. WAIT A SEC, this is just a dream. Tomorrow, I will wake up, my daughter will be in bed sleeping, waiting for me to wake her up for her first day of school. Yes, that’s right, it’s just a dream. All I need is a good night’s rest.

Wasn’t it lovely my gingerbread house? When I was thinking of my daughter that day, it just seemed to paint itself. I honestly think right now that painting is my calling. I mean if my daughter really is dead, when I was painting the house, I was focused on what I was doing, then maybe, just maybe I should paint my emotions. What’s happening right now. I…can’t see my paintings anymore. It’s all going blurry.

My brain must be playing tricks on me. How come I can see the image of little baby feet walking in a hallway. How come this seems familiar like I know this place. And that portrait it’s like the same one in my hallway back home in Britain. And those feet they look so much like…hold on a sec, that is my daughter. Why am I dreaming of her. And as a baby on top of that. This is really weird.

I guess this is my brain’s way of dealing with the fact my daughter is dead. But my daughter is not dead. STOP DREAMING THAT MY DAUGHTER IS DEAD, THIS IS NO FAIR. FIRST MY HUSBAND DIES 15 YEARS AGO, SECOND MY SECOND HUSBAND USES MY MONEY FOR HOOKERS AND NOW THIS. This is unbelievable, I’m going to go get some breakfast to calm me down.

I get up, with my makeup still on my face because I didn’t bother to take it off the night before. All I wanted to do was go to bed. The minute I opened that fridge and smelled all of that delicious food, that was when it happened. That was exactly what I was going to do. I had a plan, and it was either going to work, or I would have someone do it for me. Yes……..that’s what I’m going to do.

Chapter 1: Introduction

Hello, my name is Maureen Chaplin, and my daughter behind me is called Catherine Chaplin. We moved from Britain because my husband was trying to get my money tovuse on useless things. We came here to Sunset Valley because we saw from people’s comments on the tourist website, that the people hear were very friendly and greeted you with a smile on their face. We also came here because my daughter knew someone here through Facebook by the name of Micheal Bachelor.

We moved to 325 parkway avenue because of its location. I figured that if we move somewhere near the beach, whenever my daughter is stressed from school, she can go down to the beach with some friends, put her feet in the water, and get a tan. I also liked it because the house was beautiful and had everything inside it that we needed. 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a large kitchen and dining room, and best of all a pool.

But…my life was crushed the instant I turned the radio on. I was in the dining room siting down taking in the fact that our lives were now in Sunset Valley. I turned the radio and I kept hearing these faint sounds. I was only able to make out what I was hearing when it was too late. My daughter was trying to get my attention. I ran outside, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. My daughter was drowning in our pool the first day of the rest of our lives.

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