Chapter 5.5

Violet buckles down for the last couple weeks of the semester.

The housing situation finally became too much for me. How do people think this is ok? Crazy college kids. I really tried to hang on for the whole semester but finals were creeping up in two weeks and I just could not get my study on like this.

I was hopeful that I would be able to find a rental near campus this late in the semester. Luckily I was right. After a couple days of searching SimsList, I was able to find a tiny two-bedroom rental.

It wasn’t as close to campus as I had hoped for, but at least nobody would leave rotten food on the stove for days.

It was also a little rundown inside. That welcome mat isn’t lying. The neighbors do have better stuff — it probably matches too!

But I have my own bedroom AND a private bathroom! It’s worth every damn penny.

It does not, however, have a washer and dryer. So once a week I lug my laundry to the laundromat outside of campus. It sucks a little bit but then I come home to my clean kitchen and I remember how much suckier it could be.

It’s not all bad though. The laundromat has a game room and that’s where I met Manisha Kapoor. She’s this super cool chick getting a degree in physical education. She’s hoping to join the army one day. We really hit it off over our mutual love of foosball and clean things.

It wasn’t long before I called her and asked her to be my roomie!

After that, the last two weeks of the semester moved insanely fast. I felt like I never had enough sleep. It did lead to some classroom napping but not too much (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it).

The rest of my time was spent working on my final presentation. I had to design a marketing and communications plan for a local small business. 75% of my grade was based on this presentation.

I pulled a few all-nighters, including a poorly-timed all-nighter the night before my big performance. So I caught some Zzz’s in between my other exams.

Then naturally it started raining while I was running to make it to my presentation on time.

I aced the presentation regardless. The business loved my ideas and even offered to hire me next semester for work-study!

I got my final report card and I had a straight-A semester despite my early partying.

After 16 weeks of ramen, I ordered a pizza to celebrate my successes.  Then I started to pack up my tiny space so I could head home for the Christmas holidays.

Chapter 5.4

Welcome to Simbrook University!

Even though I knew I was going to Simbrook University, I still had to pass my entrance exams for my class placement and scholarship money.  I’d decided to major in Communications.  I had no real plans for what I wanted to be when I grew up and Communications sounded pretty easy.  I was bummed to find out I didn’t have enough credits from high school to graduate early but I was sure I could find a way to enjoy the extra time.

The only thing left to do was to actual graduate!  Yes, I did decide to forego the tradition cap and gown affair.  I felt the gown was enough.  I didn’t even want to go to graduation because I was leaving for Simbrook the same day.  Mom and Dad made me go but it’s whatever.

We got home and I changed super quickly.  I still had to finish packing!  Of course nobody else changed so they all looked like weirdos waving me off in their fancy gowns and suits.

After 2 days of driving, I finally made it to Simbrook University.  I was assigned to Worthington Hall, a prestigious name for a rather lame building.  More on that later.

Aw, I looked so hopeful as I walked into the building for the first time.  If only I knew what a hot mess that would turn out to be.

I arrived before my new roomie, she was coming later in the week.  I got to setup my side of the room however I wanted.  It wasn’t much, but it was mine.

Worthington is a co-ed dorm so I had male and female roommates.  I got right down to business and started making friends.  A lot of this involved drinking games!  That in and of itself was a huge adventure for me!

It did get a bit awkward because of my new roommates decided to make their attractions known immediately.  Unfortunately, the feelings weren’t always mutual.

Almost right away I started getting invites to parties!  I actually had to pick and choose what parties to attend!

I decided to go to a party at Boddington House, the biggest frat house on campus.  It was sure to be a hoppin’ gig.  The couch on the lawn and the pink flamingo really made me question my plans.

I started realized that I made the wrong choice by staying the dorms.  They had a dedicated TV room.  With a big screen TV.  Worthington only had a dinky black and white TV in the dining area!

AND THEY HAD A BAR AREA IN THE BASEMENT!  I know, I know.  I didn’t come to university to drink but still.

And the fact that everyone gets their own huge bedroom?  Ugh.

The only way to get over my mopey-ness was to start to party.  Kegstands.  Seemed like a great idea at the time.  The following morning though?  Yuck.

Then the bonfire started.  I decided to be a rebel and throw herbs into the fire.  Nana would be proud I think.  Mom…not so much.

And then I started to get a little frisky with the frat boys.  We’ll leave it at that.

I ended up back in my room around 4 in the morning.  Sadly, my roommate had to be up and at work by 5 a.m.  Normally, this wouldn’t have been a problem but this morning…

…her bed decided to eat her.

After much screaming and flailing, the bed released her.  Of course by that time I was wide awake and hungover.  I decided to go downstairs for some eggs and coffee.

But my roommates had left their rotten food everywhere rather than put it in the dishwasher.  Note the location of that godforsaken dishwasher.

I went down to the local coffeeshop to get a latte and I came back to lots of firetrucks.  Yep, they set the whole damn kitchen on fire.  I’m only a week into the semester.  I’m gonna need to look for on-campus apartments.

Chapter 5.3

Break-ups and birthdays.

Museums are great places to reflect.  At least they work for me.

Just me, some art, and my thoughts.

Oh, and Lucifer.  I invited him here today because I had some reflecting to do.

“I think we should break up.”  No point beating around the bush.

“What?  Why?  When did you decide this?”

“I’m going away to college in two weeks.  I just don’t think we should tie each other down when we are so far apart.”

“So basically you want to screw other guys.”

“Wow, way to cast me as the slut when we haven’t even done it yet.”

“That’s not what I meant, Vi.  But if you want to break up, fine.  I’ll be waiting for you when you eventually work out your issues.”

“Luce!  Ugh.  Whatever.”

We sat around in silence for a bit.  When you’ve been friends with someone since you were 7, it’s weird to dump them.  We didn’t know quite what to do after that.

So we went back to my house to have a going away party of sorts.  Lucifer brought out his guitar and played some of his new music while Bee and I danced and kicked the soccer ball around a bit.

“You guys!  This is our last night together!  This is like the saddest thing ever!”  Bee always was the emotional one.

“Get it together, Bee.  I’m not leaving for two weeks!”

“It’s just not going to be the same, knowing all this is ending!”

“Jesus Christ!  Nothing is ending!  Will you stop!?”

“It will be different, that’s for sure,” Lucifer chimed in while tuning his guitar.

“Different isn’t bad, you guys!  It’s just different.”

“I just feel like this will be a bad different, Vi.  Things are gonna change and it’s gonna be bad.”  Bee was really fretting over something.  She was annoying the shit out of me though.

“Ugh.  Whatever.”


Sometimes, life moves so fast that by the time you slow down to look around, everything has changed.  As I stood there with my birthday cake, on the verge of my own adulthood, I realized I was at one of those time-warp moments.

Mom had finally gone back to her natural hair color, but now her black hair was shot-through with gray.  Dad suddenly had wrinkles.  Nana’s hair, once gray, is stark white now.  She’s nearing 90.

Bee is also nearing adulthood but more on her later.  Just ignore Hadley.  She’s either going through a phase or is just stupid.  Well, same thing really.  Point being, Hadley is weird these days.

Ah, well, no turning back now.  Time to make a wish.

I want so many things from my future.  Success.  Fortune.  Love I guess.  Maybe a family.  Who knows what’s to come.  Ok.  Gotta make a wish.

I blew out the candles and before I knew it…

…I was all grown up!

Since Bee and I are so close in age, we decided to share a birthday this year so that I wouldn’t miss out while I was away at school.

I don’t know what she wished for, but I hope it comes true.

Chapter 5.2

It’s prom night!

Note from SweetPoyzin: Adult content

So if I have learned anything in high school it is this: there is so much homework.  Bee and I spend hours just on homework.  And when we are finished with our homework?

We do more homework.

It’s the worst thing ever.  However, we’re both honor roll students so you know, there’s that.  Still, all that homework is a nightmare.


Thank goodness the end of the school year was approaching.  Of course, that also meant prom was coming up, too.  Bee already had a date, which was gross, not because she had a date but because they were all lovey-dovey about it.  Blech.

“Lucifer, you wanna go to prom together?”  I am all about the romance, obvs.

“Oh, I was gonna take Becca Cates.”

“You only want to take her because she’s the school door knob.”

“What?”

“Everybody gets a turn.  You’re going with me.”

“Uh, ok.  Am I gonna get any afterwards?  I mean, it was kind of a given with Becca.”

“No, you’re not getting any from me and you would have been, like, sloppy hundreths anyway.  Jesus.”  What is it with teen boys and their brains being in the wrong place?  Ugh!

“HEY!  Leave room for Jesus, you two!”  I also like to kill romance for others.

*Later that evening*

“So are you gonna do it, Vi?  You know, with Lucifer?”

“Oh, I dunno.  Maybe?”  I really didn’t know.  It seemed like prom night was the night to go all out.  I mean, look at me — I’m a friggen prom night baby myself.  I hadn’t really thought about it since Luce and I had only been ‘dating’ a month.

“Well, Mom will kill you if you get knocked up.  Even if she’s not talking to you she would just silently take you down.”  Bee knew Mom well.

“Jeez.  I’m not an idiot like she was.  I’d be careful and use contraception!”

“I wouldn’t call her an idiot if I were you,” Hadley chimed in, ‘because if she used contraception you wouldn’t even exist!”

“Aren’t you a little young to know what that is?”

“Probz.  But that’s what happens when you have two boy-crazy older sisters I guess.”

Well, she’s not wrong.


Prom finally arrived with a flurry of activity.  Bee and I got our dresses and had our hair and nails done.  We were done up!  Naturally we had to pose for all the mom-required pre-prom photos.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd Hadley needed to ruin a couple (although she thinks she enhances everything with her presence).

After prom Bee and I decided to skip out on our men and have some bonding time.  It would only be a few more weeks before graduation.  I was headed off to Sim State University with a dual major in business and law and Bee would be attending the local community college for photography.  I was really going to miss my partner in crime.

“So have you and Xantus done it yet?”

“No.  I want to but I’m not even sure where to begin.  I figure it’s best that maybe we didn’t.”

“Yeah.  I feel the same.  I dunno why Mom was so gung-ho about it.  Do you think we should ask her?”

Bee thought for a moment.  “No.  I don’t think I want to know anything about Mom’s sex life ever.”

“Good point.  Wanna swim?”

“Are you crazy?  We don’t have suits and this dress was expensive!”

“Are you ever going to wear it again?”

“No, but –”

I jumped in and missed the rest of whatever she was babbling about.  “Get in here!”  I yelled up at Bee.

“I don’t know you.”

She eventually did get in, if only to splash me.  I’m counting it as a win.  And she had a great time!  Before we knew it we were two hours past curfew.

We took off as fast as we could.  Mom was going to kill us.  We were in it deep without being late but here we were going to be so far past curfew I didn’t even know what to expect.

Except the lights were off when we got home.

“Do you hear anyone?  I think it’s a trap.”  I’m not normally paranoid but Mom’s really been in a mood lately with the whole converting myself and Bee into witches thing so I was 100% ready for her to launch herself from a corner.

“I think we’re ok actually.  I’m pretty sure she’s sleeping.  Weird.”

“Hello, ladies.  Nice to see you.”

“Hi, Nana,” Bee and I said in unison.

“Where’s Mom?  Bee asked the important questions.

“Your father was called to an emergency at the hospital and your mother was late at the bakery.  I told her I’d wait up and report back any shenanigans tomorrow.”

“Are you going to tell her we were late?”

“Were you girls out drinking?”

“No,” in unison again.

“Were you out having sex?”

“NO!”  I hissed.  “We went swimming.”

“Well then, it appears you both returned about…15 minutes after curfew.  I gave you both a stern lecture about responsibilities and then you went straight to bed.  Agreed?”

“Oh, Nana!  You’re the best!”  Bee and I hugged our grandmother and ran off to bed.  We’d have to get our ‘lecture’ straight, but that was a problem for the morning.


Credits:

Prom poses by Bmit

Chapter 5.1

Violet begins her training to become a witch.

Call me naive, or dumb, or ridiculous but I had no idea there would be so much to learn when it came to being a legacy heir.  There are a surprising number of rules and regulations!  Level 10 alchemy and photography!?  Really!?  What does photography have to do with anything?

“In all fairness, Violet, I did tell you about the requirements.  It’s not my fault you weren’t listening.”

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”  Nana had been helping me with my spellcasting and my alchemy lately.  Mom wasn’t really talking to me.  Or Nana.  Nana and I were on our own in this.

I knew Mom would be pissed but her level of anger was pretty damn impressive.  I didn’t realize she could actually radiate anger but I saw anger waves emanating from her body.  Apparently Bee got a pass because she wasn’t actively involved in the plot to overthrow Mom’s authority.  Nana was pissed at both of us for that one but once she listened to Bee’s reasons for wanting to turn, Nana understood.  We still got one hell of a lecture though.

Dad was just trying to stay out of it.  He knew better than to get involved in a fight that would play him against his daughters, wife, and mother-in-law.  Instead he just quietly spent time with all of us separately.  We talked about everything but family stuff because duh.

Nana’s mentoring went far beyond spellcasting and alchemy.  When she found out I was planning to start a career in the military after college she decided she would train me in athleticism too.  The woman might be nearly 90 but she’s a beast at the gym.

Nana’s kinda scary now that I’ve really thought about it…huh.

I kept trying to get Bee to join in my training.  It would be so much fun to have a training partner.  Unfortunately she was behind in school.  She had to spend most of her time making up lessons or getting tutored by Nana.

Why was Bee so far behind?

Someone discovered boys.  Well, we both did but I am more respectable about the thing.

We’ve grown up with the Cohen boys next door and suddenly Xantus and Lucifer were interesting.  Weird, right?  Anyway, Bee is super into Xantus which is fine because Lucifer is way more fun in my opinion.  Who doesn’t love a musician with green hair?  I mean, really, it’s a no-brainer.

“Ok.  So when you are attempting to cast a spell to change the state of an object, you have to go big or go home.”

Today Nana was teaching me transmute apples into fancy rocks.  Nana has a serious knack for this.  How else do you think she ended up with so many big ass egg gems?

“Alright, Vi.  Now target an apple.  Don’t whip your wand until you say the final word of the spell.  The timing is key here.”

Nana effortlessly created a Rainbow Gem.

I turned an apple into a cloud of smoke that smelled like dead fish.  Things are going well for me.  I’ll be a top-notch witch in about 75 years.

“I know we’ve been spending a lot of time on your training, Violet.  It’s important in your role as heir.”

“I feel there’s a but coming on and I hope it’s light at the end of the tunnel.”  We’d been training for weeks and I didn’t think I was getting any better.  In fact, I was getting downright discouraged in my decisions.  Maybe Mom was right about this stupid heir thing?  I’d never tell her that though.  Even if she were talking to me.

“BUT,” Nana continued, “what’s more important is your mindset.  You’re going to encounter many challenges as you lead this family.  You’re going to doubt yourself and your choices.  You’re going to feel sad and angry and alone.  But you must stay strong.  Shit happens.  Keep going.  Make it work.”

Nana gave me a hug and told me to take the night off.

Of course I knew that she planned that damn pep talk so I would want to keep practicing.  I’m not practicing because of the talk.  It’s fun.

Does anyone believe me when I say that?

Generation 5 Prologue

Generation 5 starts now!

After Mom shot down my plan to be heir, Nana and I decided to come up with our own plans.

“Your biggest issue, Violet, is that you aren’t a witch.”

“Why is that an issue, Nana?  I’m more than willing to take on this role!”

“It’s part of the ‘rules,’ dear.  All heirs must be female and they must be a witch.”

“Well then nobody gets to be heir, Nana!  What was the point of this whole conversation!?”

“Hold your horses, dear.  Lucian wasn’t always a witch, was he?”

I gasped.  

“The spellbook!  Where is it, Nana?”

“There’s a box in your mother’s closet.  All the ingredients and the spell recipe are in there.  If you need help, you know where to find me.  But you must make the potion on your own.  If you want this as badly as you say you do, then you must do it yourself.”

It was a few months before I felt ready to tackle a large alchemy spell.  I’d been dabbling in the cellar for awhile but never very seriously or anything more than a skill potion.  After some bigger successes, I decided it was time to move.  I was only a month away from my 18th birthday and time was running out.

Every day when Mom left for Snickerdoodles, I ran to the closet to memorize more of the spell.

It was a doozy.  Longer and more complex than any spell potion I’d ever created.  And I’d only have one chance to get it right.

It was another week before I felt confident enough to head down to the cellar with my ingredients.  I waited until I was sure everyone was sleeping and then I turned into my toy form for the last time and crept out of the house and down to the cellar.

It would take me a few hours to complete the potion and then use it.  I had only just started my work when I heard the shed door open.

I turned around ready to fight.  But there was no need.

“How did you even know I was down here?  And you aren’t changing my mind so don’t even try!”

“Well, when I heard your bedroom door open I didn’t think much of it.  But then the patio door opened and when I looked outside the shed door opened all by itself.  Since I only know one person who can turn invisible and people only want to be invisible when trouble is brewing, I figured I needed in on the action.”

“Ugh.  Fine.  Just sit down and don’t get in the way.”

“What are you doing anyway, Violet?”

“I’m making a witch potion.  To turn me.  So I can be heir.  And can you stop levitating Nana’s egg lamp?  If you break it, we’re both dead.  Seriously.  She won’t even do you the service of killing you where you stand.  She’ll just stare at you with those disappointed eyes until you’re soul dies.”

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration don’t you think?  Jeez, just chill.”

“I’ll chill when this potion is complete, okay?  Fuck!  Someone’s coming!  Shut up!”

“Hey what are you guys doing?!”

“Nothing!  Just sit down and shut up.”

“She’s making a witch’s potion, Red.  She wants to be heir or something.”

I gritted my teeth in frustration.  This was hard enough without their chattering.  “Can you guys please just be quiet?”

“Fine.  But I want a potion, too.”

“I don’t even know if I can make one, let alone two, Bee.  And why do you even need one?  It’s not like you want to be heir.”

“No, but I want to fit in more.”

“You have translucent skin, blue hair, and wings.  Fitting in isn’t really for you.”  Ok, so that was a little mean but she was really getting on my nerves.

“A tanning bed and hair dye will take care of some of my issues but the wings are a little obvious don’t you think, Vi?  Being a witch gets rid of that problem.”

“Touche.  If I can manage to make two potion you can have one but you have to let me work!”

“I want a potion, too!”  Now it was Hadley’s turn to be obnoxious.  Awesome.

“No, Red, absolutely not!”

“WHY!?  I don’t want to be the only not-witch in the family!  Let me have one, Bee!  Vi, can I have one?”

I sighed.  Apparently working in peace isn’t a real thing.  “No, Hadley, Bee’s right.  You’re too little to make that decision.”

“I’m a whole decade old, you guys!  I’m big enough!”  Hadley suddenly went quiet.  “I’ll tell if you don’t give me one.”

“Ok ok ok.  On the off chance that I can make three, you can have one.  But you guys have to be quiet.  Now.  This is the hard part and if I don’t get it right nobody gets to be a witch.”

That got their attention.  They both jumped up and crowded around the cauldron as I dropped in the last few ingredients.  It had to be perfectly timed and perfectly measured.  I didn’t know what would happen if I missed up but I was hoping it was nothing fatal.

“Ok.  It’s done.  Let’s fill theses bottles and see what we get.”  I was able to make two full morphing potions.  “Sorry, Hadley.  Looks like it’s just Bee and I who get to change.”

“No worries, Vi.  I didn’t really want to be killed by your stupid potions anyway.  You probably messed it up so I’m glad I don’t get one.”  She pouted a bit more but I had more important issues to deal with — like not dying if I messed up the spell.

“Bee, you go first.”

“WHAT!?  Fine.  But if you kill me I’m totally coming back from the grave and I will haunt you for-ev-er.”

“I’m not watching this mess.  Tell me when it’s over!”

“Ready, Bee?”  I reeled back my arm and prepared to lob the potion.  “One…Two…THREE!”

A crazy green hazy filled the cellar but we were still alive.  Bee held out her left hand and with a simple flick of her right hand, she pulled an apple out of the air.

“YOU DID IT, VI!  You did it!”

“Holy shit!  I did!”  I was a little baffled that it worked.

“Ok, now you’re turn!  Ready, Vi?”

“I’m still not watching — just in case!”

“Nope!  But go ahead!”  I really wasn’t ready.  I wasn’t entirely sure that I wanted to lead this family into a new era.  It was important to Nana that someone carry things on but maybe Mom was right.

“One.  Two.  THREE!”  Bee lobbed the potion at my feet and my body started to buzz with some kind of electric power!  I raised my hand and pulled an apple out of the air.  I was a witch.

Too late to change my mind now, I guess.