Filling in the Blanks- A Berry Rainbowcy [Gen.1 Ch. 1- A Slap to the Face]

Hello Loyal readers! Welcome to chapter one! Yay! This chapter will be longer and (hopefully) more fun to read than the Prolouge. Yay! Feedback and Critique is encouraged and welcomed.
Read on my friends!

Mornings suck.

I got out of bed one fateful morning feeling the urge to do nothing particularly productive.

You know that feeling you sometimes get when something important and life-changing was about to happen? Well, I didn't get that feeling. Strange, because I never forgot that day afterwards.

I headed downstairs, faced the stove and frowned.

"Not today." I grumbled to myself and grabbed a bowl of cereal.

I scarfed down my cereal which had once stale before I dumped milk on it. While eating, I contemplated what to do that day. I thought sitting around and watching the Berry Bowl play-offs sounded slightly appealing, but when I looked out the window and saw what a beautiful day it was, I decided.
A trip to the beach it was!

Peppermint Pier's stretch of perfect sugar white sands and roaring waves made it a popular spot for both locals of Sugar Valley and tourists.
I loved the place dearly, I had nearly grown up here and often begged my mother to take me every weekend of the summer when I was younger. Now, I see it as inspiration. I just had to paint now!

So, paint I did. Using my blue colors, she attempted to capture the wild beauty of the water. Maybe this time the painting would sell better than my past pieces.

While I painted an angry man walked up behind her. I recognized him as Goji, a prominent editor in Sugar Valley. I would give anything to have a book edited by him. Peering over my shoulder, I decided not to get involved when she saw another man stalking up, looking just as peeved.

Of course, it was hard to ignore the loud arguing.

"I cannot believe you turned down my novel! It's a classic-to-be, I tell you!" The green man shouted.



Goji shook his head. "'The' is spelled t-h-e Mr. Apple! I refuse to publish a book with such foolish spelling and grammar! Did you skip school a lot?"

Mr. Apple made a growling sound. "FINE! You are making a mistake, SIR."

Goji smirked. "Good day. SIR."

I watched Goji stalk away, muttering to himself. Thinking fast, I scurried into the building after him, visions of me cheering him up and he being so greatful that he would edit a book for me.

"Mr. Goji, sir? Are you alright? I heard the argu-" I started.

"ENOUGH." Goji snapped. "I assume you're just another wannabe author, hoping for my talents to make your worthless pieces of fig a good read. Well, then I say, good say!"

"But, sir, my name is Cream Puff Sprinkles and I-"

Goji glared at me and did the last thing she expected. He slapped me, right in the face. Then he spun on his heel and left.

Maybe things weren't going to get better.

As night fell, I decided she might as well head home. Disappointment had crushed my motivation to continue the painting, so I scrapped it and walked out. The disappointment, however, was replaced by terror when I realized there were no taxis whatsoever on the road this late. Great, now I had to walk home in the dark.
Swallowing my fear I began to walk.

But after awhile, I got tired. Now, I was tired, scared, and was that hunger nibbling at my stomach too? Not knowing what else to do, I walked into the first place she saw that would have friendly people- the fire station.

"Ahh...." I said awkwardly.
I had walked in, and, seeing no one around, I headed upstairs to where the bedrooms were.

I had woken up a man who was obviously a firefighter.

"Ugnh. Uh, who are you?" the man said in confusion.

"I'm so sorry!" I replied, not answering his question in the least bit. "I was looking for a ride home."

He raised an Eyebrow. "A ride home? Well, I'm on duty right now, so.... Why can't you call a taxi?"

"I can call a taxi?" I clarified.

"Yep."

"Oh, can I have the number please? I've lived in Sugar Valley all my life, but I haven't been on my own for very long. I'm so sorry for bothering you."

The man smiled. "It's no problem. I should probably be awake anyway, in case there's an emergency." he walked to the other room for a second and came back with a slip of paper. "There's the number for the Taxi company, and there," He pointed to a number underneath "Is the Fire Station's Number. Just in case."

"In case?" I asked.

"You'd be surprised."

Suddenly a bell resounded through the building.

"I gotta go. Remember, if you ever need a firefighter, call that bottom number."
He ran off.

I stood there in awe for a second and, peering at the slip of paper, I headed outside, called the taxi, and went home. But something in my thought about him the whole way back. What the worst thing was?

I didn't even know his name.
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"I-I'm looking for a man.... a red man? I need to talk to him."

No, that sounded stupid.

"Um, my name is Cream Puff Sprinkles and I have a serious... Ah, who am I kidding." Cream slumped in front of her great grandmother's mirror. "I'll never find him."

My cell phone rang and I jumped.

I answered. "Hello?"

"Hello. Is this Cream Puff Sprinkles?"

"Yes, this is Cream Puff. May I ask who's calling?"

"You may be familiar with me. I'm Goji."

"Ah, OH! M-Mr. Goji! I'm so sorry for yesterday-"

"No. I'm sorry. I took my anger out on an innocent person. But that isn't the point. I'm calling to tell you that I am ready and willing to edit any novel of yours for no cost in payment to my... innapropriate behavior."

"....Really?"

"Really. I've seen your writings in the Berry Times. You have potential. I have skill and experience. We'd be a perfect team."

"OMB! This is- This is amazing!"

"It's the least I can do. In fact, is there anything else you need?"

"Anything else.... well.... is it possible for you to get me the address of a...friend for me?"

"Friend? Ah well, what is the name of this friend?"

"I honestly don't know. But I do know he's a firefighter and he's...red."

"Hm....Firefighter.... Red? Well, I do know one man who works with me who is brothers with a firefighter. Their family is very red. His name is Licorice Candy."

"Great! Do you know if his brother lives with him?"

"No idea, but I'll look into it and call you back."

"Thank you so much!"

So that is how I found myself in a taxi two nights later, with butterflies in my stomach thinking of if I'd find my Prince Char- er- Friend where she was going. I knew it was crazy and a bit strange, but I wanted to meet him again. Maybe I could finally make a friend in this big city.

A man answered the door at the house. I asked him if a Peppermint Candy lived here.

"Yep, he's just upstairs."

"Um, hello?" I asked timidly.

"Oh, hi. You're the girl who woke me up! I saw you got home safely." He grinned.

"You did?"

"Well, you weren't there when I got back to the Station. I realized I never caught your name."

"It's Cream Puff Sprinkles."

"Peppermint Candy."

We talked well into the morning, learning about each other, sharing jokes and finding they had quite a bit in common.

Eventually he had to go or else he would miss work, but he thanked me for a nice evening and left.

I couldn't help but wonder, Was this love?

It felt like it.

Editing in GIMP??? OMG!

Hahah! Hi guys!
First of all, thank you all soooooo much for the great reception of my new legacy. It's you wonderful readers that keep me writing, you know.
Second of all, I have just edited my first picture in GIMP! Woohoo! (OK, remind me never to say that again) *is thinking of the SIMS woohoo...*
It's a banner for my new legacy! You like?

Ok, technically that isn't the first picture I've ever edited in GIMP....this was the first.

Just something for my buddies that I sent out around the holidays.
But yeah, the banner is the first Cutting-out-and-putting-a-sim-on-a-background job I've done. Maybe I'll do more in the future.
Finally, I was wondering if any of YOU guys, my readers, have legacies/sims stories you think I'd like. I'm always on the lookout for more stories to read. Post them in the comments below, and I'll read them! They don't have to be yours, just stories that you have enjoyed.
In return, I'll post some of my favorites :D
Drew's "My Alphabetical Uglacy"- Not ugly (Yet) but still tons of fun to read! Drew's legacy got me hooked on legacies! You can find them HERE
Berry's "Splash of Color- A Pastel Rainbowcy"- Inspiration for my legacy came from this wonderful legacy! Read it, and I dare you to not want to make lovely berry sims of your very own! You can find it HERE
"The Ink Family Legacy"- I love this legacy. It's dramatic and you fall in love with the characters. It makes you laugh, it makes you cry... I love this legacy. (I already said that, didn't I?) Find it HERE
"How Charming- A Fairy Tale Rainbowcy"- This "Charming" legacy is quite unique, as it's very fantasy and I love fantasy :D Find Chapter one HERE

Can't wait to read your favorite legacies!

Filling in the Blanks- A Berry Rainbowcy [Prolouge]

Hello and welcome to the first chapter of my very own Berry Rainbowcy!
What is a Rainbowcy?
A rainbowcy is basically a sims legacy where each generation's spouse represents a different color. These colors vary from generation to generation, but here's how mine will work out
Gen 1- Red
Gen 2- Orange
Gen 3- Yellow
Gen 4- Green
Gen 5- Blue
Gen 6- Purple
Gen 7- Pink
Gen 8- Brown
Gen 9- Black
Gen 10- Rainbow

What is a Berry sim?
A berry sim is a sim that is modeled after a food, or a flower, or basically anything. But there is one rule, and one rule only. That rule is the sim must look like the food they represent.
You can find out more about berry sims HERE

Here is our Lovely Founderess, Cream Puff Sprinkles

Dramatic
Family Oriented
Hopeless Romantic
Artistic
Absent-Minded
LTW- Illustrious Author

So let's get started, shall we?
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Just a normal morning in Sugar Valley for me. Another argument with my mother.
"You're so controlling! Why can't I do what I please?" I shouted

"You just aren't ready yet! If you want to be successful, then you need to go to college!"

"I can write without having to learn how to use big words in my stories and I can paint without all the stupid scientific knowledge about colors! I have everything I need!" I shrieked.

"You do not!" My mother retorted.

"You don't seem to have any reasoning over why I need to go to college!" I snapped back.

"Fine!" ,she screamed, making me jump a little, "You don't have to go to college!"

I paused in disbelief.

My face hardened.

"OK, I'll bite, what condition must I fufill for you to be happy, mother?"

My mother grinned an almost evil grin.

"You must move out, and move in to my uncle's old family manor. Then, you are not allowed to beg me for any support whatsoever. You are on your own."

"Wait a sec, Uncle Asparagus's place? That place is huge! I'll do it!" I smiled, not knowing what I was getting myself into.

The house was BIG.

That was my first impression of it. It was also gloomy, like those houses you see in horror films, the ones the hero's car breaks down in front of, the one that nearly takes the hero's life at numerous times.

Then I got the bill.

That's when I realized how hard this would be.

The whole house had been emptied when Uncle Asparagus had died, and now all that I could afford to furnish it with was cheap furniture. The kitchen, for example, had only the cheapest appliances.

The dining room looked more like a picnic table split in half, with rickety old chairs all around it.

It had a bathroom with the cheapest sink, toilet, and shower I could find. The tiles were always cold, let me tell you.

It was miraculous I could even afford a couch and TV for the living room.

The bedroom was one of the two rooms I liked. The mirror had been my great-grandmother's and it was a very special family treasure.

The study was the other room I loved. I was determined to make my fortune here, writing on the cheap computer that I found in the garage before I moved, and painting on the rickety old easel that I had bought at the consignment store.
Home sweet home.

My meals that first week were mostly cans of cold soup and toast. I have a fear of fire, and I didn't trust that old stove.

The only thing I had to fill the lonely evenings were my paintings. I had no ideas for my first novel that I plannned to write, but I thought that-hopefully-inspiration would strike sooner rather than later.
But the worst thing about that first week was how lonely it was. Sure, I couldn't stand my mother, but at least I knew I wasn't alone. Here, I was struggling to make ends meet, and I had no help. I had never felt so gloomy in all my life.

But surely things would get better.




Right?