Hi, I’m back with a little good news and two hopefully nice enough to look photo for the new story.
My new story’s title is ‘The Games We Play’ , about a girl named Mona Walker and her life story. Nothing complex just something I created based on the people around me, something to do with love, a lil friendship and some family values thrown in. I think it will be more like a soap
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Down to the photo now!
It is very sad for me to announce that the story will no longer be continue due to serious technical problems. My heart is broken into million of pieces due to the fact that all my hard work is gone. It would be impossible for me to recreate everything again due to the fact that I’m going to start my first year in university in January 2008. I might start another story if i have time but this time i’ll make a story that involve minimal characters. As it would be easier for me to redo everything if the same thing happen again. So bid goodbye to Charity and Cherish Storm!
P.s: My favourite character is Kyle James, unfortunately he only managed to appeared once inthe background of Letter to Mom. He was actually going to be the husband of Charity at the end of the story. I don’t even have a picture of him left!
From: rishcloude@simhoo.com
Subject: Sis, I’m in college
Cal!
I’m finally a college student! Last week Uncle Jon sent me to my dorm and he looked like he was going to cry!Can you imagine that! No nonsense Dr.Jonathan Goodrich, top neuro surgeon of Ventris on the verge of tears in front of a college dorm?
‘Rish dear, now you are in college, you have to take care of yourself. I know you are a very responsible and independent girl but you have to remember this. There are nothing wrong with not telling everything about yourself and not fully trusting everyone,’ Uncle Jon said to me with his usual straight face but I can see a tinge of worry and sadness in his eyes.
‘Don’t worry Uncle Jon. I’ve make through Ventris-Storm Academy all by myself without Cal by my side. I’m not the little girl in flower dress from Forestdale anymore. I promise you I’ll take good care of myself’, I said to him realising how much he cares eventhough I’m just his friend’s daughter.
‘Rish, you have to remember you are no longer Cherish Cloude from Forestdale but Charis Storm from Ventris. Always keep in mind that things are never simple or what it is seems to be in this world.
That was what he said before turning and drove away without a proper saying good bye.
I guess that was his style, saying something of depth and leave without even a simple wave of hand.
He is kinda weird anyway, all these years staying with him I’ve never seen him going out for dates or even bother to entertain those socialites that seems to be so interested in having Uncle Jon as their partner to attend those ‘party’.
You know those party you will decribes as for ‘ pretentious airhead in the arms of fat balding uncles trying to look young’ to attend.
Oops, except Margaret James, he seems not too annoyed by her but still he refused to go out with any of them.
Do you think Uncle Jon might be, you know, have peculiar ‘interest’ or ‘orientation’?
I never understand how he thinks or what he is thinking about anyway. He is caring towards me, always listened when I whined or complained, take me to movies and shopping when he had time.
And would call twice a week without fail when I’m still attending Ventris-Storm ‘The Prison School’. He never get impatience with me or throw tantrums in front of me.
The only time he ever looked annoyed is the time when I tried to sneak into his ‘privacy room’. Boy, I thought he will kick my butt out of his house or scream at my face. But all he said to me was, ” Rish,everyone need their own space and privacy. I would be very happy if you just respect me and stay away from my ‘privacy room’? Until now, I still wonder what the room contained. He will always lock himself inside all day long on every 25th of the month.
Oops, I suppose to talk about college right? Well, I get myself into Ventris School of Arts, where they offer courses like Graphic Design, Fashion Design, Interior Design (I think they should name it Ventris School of Design, so many design courses) and a whole lot of art related stuff. Ah, this year they started Stage Costumes Design, Drama ( I don’t know why they offer that!) and more outrageously ‘Modelling and Image’ course( don’t ask me what they learn in there, maybe how to strut their stuff and how to put on mascara?)
I love dressing up rooms and space that is why I chose Interior Design, love to help people creating their warm cosy home. Cal, you know Ventris also known as City of Gardens and Lovely homes. People here willingly pay their annual ‘garden fund’ to plant trees and build gardens around the city and they spend even more money decorating their houses. I’m not in for the money, just incase you wonder.
Speaking of home, Uncle Jon refused to let me settle in the college-run dorms. So I ended up in one of this expensive looking dorms runs by some private company. I think Uncle Jon have to fork out around more than 500 Simdollar a month( they provide three meals a day) instead of 200 Simdollar college-run dorm. I think he is trying to turn me into some spoilt brat heiress bimbo.The buiding itself is only 2 storey high, first floor is where my room is.Each room is connected by the toilet, so no chance of strutting your stuff like those in college-run dorms.
The room is well equipped with whatever a college student need, mirror, desk, easel(since is an art school) wardrobe, etc.
The ground floor is where the eating area, study room, mini gym and what they called a ’social room’( entertaiment room will be a better term i think) are. Plus point about this building? They don’t just serve mac and cheese, pancakes and lunch meat sandwich all year long, their menu is fabulous! Hmm, I suspect I’m becoming too cocky!
I think I can handle my studies well. Afterall I’ve used to all those mountian of tough assignment courtesy of that ‘prison school’, so these so called ’stressful’ assignment in college seems to be a piece of chocolate fudge cake( cocky me!).
I’m lucky I guess, all my professors is rather friendly and easy going especially Prof.Wilson who teaches Plan Drawing and Presentation. He was very helpful and warm towards me. He even offered me free private tutoring eventhough it is just the beginning of the semester.
As for friends, you always know that I’m the shy one. I’ve talked to my course mates but……
Its only the first two weeks . I’m sure I can find people I’m comfortable with to hang out.
How ironic this is? We always thought our names is too sweet and wanted desperately to change it when we are young. Now, I wish I can fill in forms with the name of Cherish Cloude instead of Charis Storm. Atleast, Cherish and Charis sound almost the same. How about you? Back then you demanded me, daddy and mom to called you Caley based on our favourite cartoon character Caley the Atomic Girl, stating that Charity is for those girls who like everything pink. The funny part is daddy and mom let you have your way, calling you Caley and I have to call you Cal instead of Ari.
Shouldn’t talk about those days anymore, have to move on. I miss you so much, Cal.
Waiting to hear how is your college life.
PS.Next is a pic of Uncle Jon in ‘Chic Ventris’ a lifestyle mag in the city. He was voted as one of the 20 Eligible Bachelor!
Karen: I have to start from college because alot of supporting characters came from there. As ususal my work is sloppy!
Coming up next on Cherish’s Life:
Name: Sierra Miller
Status: Single
Occupation: College student, majored in Stage Costume and Make- Up.
‘Do you feel it my lord? The bridge is almost complete’
‘Yes, and i can hear the prayer. Our foolish children are summoning us again’
‘They never learn aren’t they?How many centuries have past since we last descended?’
‘My lady, just a mere five centuries, when are they ever going to learn their lesson? I am rather repulsed by the thought of descending again’
‘But my lord, we cannot do anything about that. If we are summonned with the right prayer, tools and sacrifices, we HAVE to descend and grant them their rightful fruit’
‘I came to knowledge that the prince and his men had a plan for the fool and now the princess and her women are going to carry the grand plan out’
‘May their plan bear the right fruit, as a mother I despised seeing river of blood flowing again’
‘We will see my lady, may the higher ones bless the last of sacrifices’
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