The Lake-Chapter 1


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The shiny forest green sedan sailed along the country road smoothly toward its rural destination.  Its occupants, the Holsten family, sat quietly inside, each member peacefully gazing out of their respective windows as the landscape flew by, lost in their own thoughts.  The smallest occupant in the backseat, a small pout playing upon her lips, mindlessly kicked the back of the seat in front of her as she gazed out her window.


Marc Holsten, the driver of the sedan gripped the wheel and gritted his teeth.  With each small kick, he found his grip on the wheel getting tighter and tighter.  Finally, he thundered, “Lily!!  For the hundredth time, stop kicking the back of my chair or you’re never going to make it to Riverside!”


“Good,” came the barely audible reply from the depths of the backseat where his daughter, Lily Holsten, sat.  Thankfully, however, the incessant kicking stopped.  She stared grumpily at the top of her father’s head protruding above the seat rest, debating upon giving the seat one final hard kick.  She resisted the temptation and settled for a defiant grunt as she resumed her watch out of the passenger window, her now motionless feet dangled, not quite touching the car floor. 


“Lily…,” She could hear the clear warning in her father’s voice as he turned his attention back to the road in front of him, working to unclench his jaw.  He was obviously at his wits end and was through dealing with her sour attitude.  She saw her mother put a restraining hand upon his arm and squeeze gently.


Lily continued to stare moodily out her window as the trees and countryside flashed by.  She wasn’t sure what she had ever done in this lifetime to deserve this fate.  It wasn’t bad enough that she had been fated to live life as an only child, but now she had to endure the hardship of moving across the country to some little Podunk town named Riverside, away from all of her friends at Carson Elementary School back in sunny California.  And if that wasn’t bad enough, they weren’t even moving into their own house.  They were renting some old lady’s house for three months before they were going to be able to move into their own.  Lily continued to silently bemoan her fate as she eavesdropped on her mother and father’s conversation in the front seat.


“Now, now Marc,” she could hear her mother quietly admonishing her father as he drove.  “Be patient with her.  This is a tough thing for a child to have to go through.  Just try to be a little more understanding.”


“I would be a little more understanding,” she heard her father retort under his breath, “If she wouldn’t have been kicking the back of my seat for the past hour and a half.”  She saw a small smile play upon her mother’s lips as her cat green eyes flickered to the backseat to rest quickly on her daughter and then back to the road ahead of her once more.  “I’m sure she didn’t even realize that she was doing it, Marc.  It’s a nervous habit and I think we are all nervous about this move.”  Marc grunted noncommittally and continued to watch the road.


The sedan slid silently down the country road with its occupants blissfully quiet for several minutes.  The silence was only occasionally broken by a sour grunt from the backseat, which was pointedly ignored by the car’s other occupants.


Lily sank deeper into the plush seat cushions once she realized that she was being ignored and debated about complaining about how long this trip was taking.  They had been on the road for what seemed like forever.  While she had no desire to actually reach Riverside and their new house, she was terribly tired of being stuck in the backseat of this car.  She decided to close her eyes and see if she could at least be put out of her misery for a short while.


Right before she closed her eyes, she saw her mother sneak a quick peek at her to see how she was faring.  Lily ignored her and squished her eyes shut.  Part of her felt slightly guilty at the way she was behaving.  Another part of her, however, felt completely justified. 


Her parents hadn’t given her any choice in the matter of moving.  Her mother and father had just sat her down one day and informed her that Daddy had been laid off of his job and they weren’t going to be able to afford the apartment they were living in any longer.  They told her that they had good news, however.  He had been offered another job across the country in the small town of Riverside and, since the housing was cheaper in that area, they would be able to afford their first house.  They had even found a house to rent for the summer while they completed the transaction on their new home in the city.  Good news for them…bad news for her.  She was going to be leaving all of her friends and everything that she had ever loved behind and was going to have to start a new life somewhere else.  That prospect terrified her.


She could feel the sedan begin to slow down and then come to a complete halt.  She cautiously peeked one eye open and glanced out the window.  An imposing two-story Victorian house gazed back at her through the window.  She recognized it from the photograph her parents had shown her several months back.  She sighed.  It was their new home.


She briefly wondered what kind of a fit her father would have if she just refused to get out of the car.  Maybe he would just let her stay in here for the rest of her life.  Maybe she could eventually figure out how to drive this thing all the way back to California on her own.


“We’re here, Pumpkin,” her mother turned toward her with a big smile on her face and reached back to pat her knee.  Lily moved out of her reach and crossed her arms in a show of defiance.  She waited for her father to yell at her to get out of the car, but he just turned off the ignition and stepped out, shutting the door behind him.  Her mother gave her one more smile and then got out herself, leaving Lily alone in the backseat.


With no one to witness her theatrics any longer and afraid to be left behind in this strange new place, Lily pushed the car door open and climbed out.  She stood next to her parents as the three of them gazed up at their new home.  Her mother wore a mask of bliss upon her face, finally able to have her own house with its own yard and flower garden.  Her father stood with relief written all over his face, happy to just finally be there after several days of driving.


Lily stood with a grimace on her face, hating the bright and cheerful facade of the Victorian, which was so out of sync with her own dark mood.  Its vibrant colors seemed to mock her and she decided she hated it even more than when she had first gotten there.


Without speaking, Lily’s mother took her hand and pulled her along to the front porch.  Her father, still taking in his new purchase and the fresh air, trailed behind them.  Lily’s mother reached the front porch and leaned over to ring the bell next to the front door.


A sprightly looking older woman, dressed in a warm fur-lined coat, answered their summons.  She wore a slightly dazed expression on her wrinkled face, as if she were surprised to see them all standing there.


“Oh, my!” she exclaimed in a raspy voice, taking a step back.  “Oh, it seems I have visitors!  How nice!  I never seem to ever have visitors these days.”  Laura and Marc exchanged a quick, puzzled sidelong glance and then quickly turned back to the woman.


Lily stood, staring up at the old woman and then moved slightly behind her father, shielding herself from the woman’s view.  Lily’s mother stepped up to the ancient woman in front of her and smiled pleasantly, holding forth her hand in introduction.  “Hello.  You must be Mrs. Winston.  I’m Laura Holsten and this is my husband, Marc and our daughter, Lily.”


Understanding finally crept into the old woman’s striking violet eyes and she stepped back to allow the Holstens to enter the house.  “Oh, yes!  I was expecting you, wasn’t I?” she held out her arm, gesturing them all to step inside and she closed the door firmly behind them.  As she turned back toward the family, Lily caught the sweet scent of her perfume, which tickled the back of her throat.


“Well, now,” Mrs. Winston smiled as they gathered in the foyer and she gazed down at Lily.  “Aren’t you a pretty little thing?  How old are you, dear?”  Lily stared up at the tall, frail woman.  The woman gazed back down on her with kindly eyes…eyes that were the same shade as summer lavender.  Lily had never met anyone with purple eyes before.


Lily glanced down at the floor and swallowed without answering.  It was a simple question, really, but she was having a difficult time answering this strange lady in her strange new house.


The woman stood there patiently and Lily heard her father clear his throat, indicating that she should answer the woman and answer soon.  Lily glanced back up at the woman.


“She’s eight years old,” her mother finally offered once the silence had stretched on for an awkward amount of time.  “She actually just had a birthday not more than a month ago, didn’t you honey?”  Lily just stared up at the woman and nodded.  Mrs. Winston smiled down at her.


“Eight years old!” Mrs. Winston exclaimed and a wistful smile crossed her face.  “I was eight years old a long, long time ago.  As a matter of fact, I grew up in this very house and played here when I was your age.  I’m sure you’ll enjoy all of the secrets that this house holds now that it is being passed to you, as much as I did when I was your age.”


Lily dropped her gaze and nodded half-heartedly, unconvinced of the woman’s words.  How could anyone find any enjoyment in a place like this?  Mrs. Winston turned and gestured them all into the living room to sit down.


Lily sat and stared off into space as her parents and Mrs. Winston chatted amiably in their new living room.  Lily listened to them discuss the boring details of the rental.  Lily tuned them out and tried to entertain herself while she was forced to sit next to the grownups.


“Oh, and there is a small lake out at the back of the property,” Mrs. Winston was saying.  “Sometimes in the summertime, ducks will come and visit if you are lucky.  I spent many summers as a girl feeding the ducks that would come and nest in the reeds by the lake.”


Lily stopped counting the number of swirls on the arm of the couch and pulled her attention back to the conversation.  Her mother raised her hand and turned to her father.  “Hmmmm…There’s water on the property?  That means we’ll have to get Lily some swim lessons soon.  I would have gotten Lily lessons before we left California if I would have known that there were open bodies of water on the property.  She hasn’t had lessons yet.”


An unreadable expression crossed the old woman’s face and she looked as if she were about to speak.  Within that same instance, she paused, blinked, and then looked over at Lily, her pale purple eyes studying the young girl with a touch of…sadness?


Lily stared back at her, her interest finally piqued.  A lake!  They had their very own lake?  She had never given much thought to actually learning how to swim since they didn’t have a pool at the apartments.  The thought of learning to swim twisted a small knot in the pit of her stomach, but she instantly decided that she would like to try.  She hated to admit it, but it would actually be kind of cool to be able to go swimming in a lake whenever she wanted to and she instantly decided that the minute her parents were busy unpacking, she was going to go exploring and discover where this fabled lake lay on the property.


“Well, doesn’t that sound marvelous?” her mother continued, trying to encourage her to snap out of her black mood.  Lily pulled her attention away from Mrs. Winston and tried to cover her interest with a grumpy expression.  No need in letting on that she might actually end up liking this place, or course.  She planned on playing the “poor me” card for at least a little while longer.


“Oh, you’ll definitely want to get her lessons,” Mrs. Winston finally said after studying Lily.  She looked directly at her and said, “Lily, make sure you stay away from the lake until you’ve had your lessons.  Sometime, accidents can happen, even when you know how to swim.  You should never play near water by yourself.  But I’m sure a smart girl such as yourself, already knows that.”  She directed a warm, somewhat patronizing smile at Lily, the kind that adults always seemed to have a knack for.


The adults finished up their conversation and Laura stood up to see Mrs. Winston to the door.  On her way there, Mrs. Winston informed the Holstens that she would be going to live with a few distant relatives for the next three months, but that she would let them ahead when she would be making her way back.  The Holstens wished her luck and she replied in kind.



  1. Keely said,

    November 27, 2009 at 2:44 pm

    hey its ‘Creativee’ from TS3,
    just 2 let you know i have read your blog its so sweet i appreciate it a lot thanks =)
    my page isnt hidden anymore so you can view it =)
    i feel a lot happier to know people like me and i’m not just another name on the list of ‘friends’ that just happen to give you gifts! =D
    check out my studio u might find something u like …. =)
    also check out my youtube channel my username is RandomGirl7777
    thanks! =D

    • breannestone said,

      December 20, 2009 at 7:43 am

      Hi Keely! I checked out your page…very nice! Thanks for popping over and checking out my stories. I don’t advertise much, so when someone makes their way over here, I’m always happy!


  2. killerdoll said,

    December 20, 2009 at 6:21 am

    Did you get the new game WA for sims3?
    If you did how is it?

    I did but i can have it. It is a x-mas gift and my husband has it some were.

    I like this site. I hope you don’t mind me writeing you hear. There is no place on the sims site to write people.

    Killerdoll — Rachel

    • breannestone said,

      December 20, 2009 at 7:49 am

      Hi Killerdoll! Thank you for stopping by and checking out my stories. I did get WA (I just haven’t registered it yet…one of the many things that I need to get around and do). I pre-ordered it and am very happy with it. I advetured myself silly for a few weeks, but am not back to building. I have a storyline in my head coming together that uses WA, so I may have a WA-inspired story for everyone in the future.

      As far as commenting here, of course I don’t mind. The Official Site isn’t very user-friendly that way, is it? Feel free to leave me a message whenever you get the urge.


  3. killerdoll said,

    December 21, 2009 at 4:29 am

    I am having some crazy things happen with the game. Like the last update has done something. The game opener will not open or it will hang.It is driving me mad. There is a site i found that said all the changes like -you cant put a car or bike on a lot untill you have a sim living there. ext…….

    Hear is the site with all the changes

    I have my own site it is for people who just like to hang out we talk about stuff you can chat or write hear is the site.

    there are two you can see witch oune you like

    later killerdoll-Rachel

  4. nam24601 said,

    January 2, 2010 at 11:33 am

    Wow, you are a very talented writer! Can’t wait to read more. 🙂

    • breannestone said,

      January 2, 2010 at 11:37 am

      Awww, thank you so much nam! That’s very sweet of you to say! Thanks for stopping by!!


  5. Syd said,

    April 7, 2010 at 8:17 pm

    I just want to say, I’m glad that there is finally a legacy that’s literate! All fo the legacies, I’ve seen are just so bad and “t4lk lyke dis” its SO annoying!

    So thank you so much for finally giving me some of the brain cells I lost (from reading the other leagcies) back!

    • breannestone said,

      April 8, 2010 at 7:00 am

      Lol, thanks Syd! What!? You mean you don’t like having to read and reread sentences to try to figure out what is going on? *laughing* I’m right there with you. I don’t mind a few typos here and there, but one of the biggest turn offs to reading legacies for me is the lack of grammar and sentence structure.

      The funny thing is, when I started the LLC I didn’t intend for it to become a legacy. Actually, I wasn’t even familiar with the whole “legacy” concept until I got more into it and started checking out more Sim stories. The style that I was writing in is, sadly my true sense of humor in real life. I am very easily amused, as my husband will attest to, and can spend hours entertaining myself with this type of thing.

      Unfortunately, my computer died on my a few months ago and I lost all my Sim’s related stuff so I lost poor Gwenny and her new hubby. My valient brother has offered to try to extract the information off of my fried hard drive, but I have yet to have him try so I am not sure if he will be sucessful. If not, then my challenge will end where it is. I did have the next chapter in mid-process, but since it isn’t a full chapter, I probably won’t post it.

      Anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed it and thank you for commenting. It makes me feel like I’m not just writing for myself, lol.


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