Chapter 1 – Moving Out

Boo grew up in a beautiful 7-bedroom mansion overlooking the ocean.  The family consisted of her grandfather, parents, one older brother and a younger sister and brother.  The family was very close until the day Boo told everyone that she came across a recipe for a magical cake from a neighbor’s genie.  The cake would magically age a person up to their next birthday.  She told them that she was doing this so that she could finally be an acrobat like she had been dreaming of being since she was a little girl.

Her father, though he loved her dearly, told her that if she took this course of action, she would have to move out immediately and forfeit any and all claims on the family mansion or monies.  As shocked as Boo was by this, she refused to let them rule her life.  She made her magical cake and ate it.  Everyone watched in awe as she went from gangly teenager to a beautiful young adult in a matter of seconds.  She left the premises soon after.  Her grandfather Range, waited with her for the cab.  He slipped a key chain into her pocket and told her to go to the house that he grew up in.  She was told that she could stay there for as long as she needed and handed her a roll of simoleans to tide her over until she got a job.

After riding around for what seemed like eons, but was probably only 10 or 15 minutes, the cab pulled up to a very small house in a quiet neighborhood.

She’s not spoiled, pre se, but she is used to living in a more spacious abode.

This was definitely not going to work out for long.  You can barely turn around in some of the rooms without banging into the walls.


It was too late in the day to order the newspaper, but she was assured that it would start the next day.  It was hard that first night.  She could not call any of her friends because they were still in school and it was a school night.  She finally ended up passing  that first evening learning a couple of skills that could potentially be useful.  She started off with a cookbook.  For the first time in her life, she was on her own.  No butler to make her whatever she wanted for meals, no maid to keep her house clean and definitely no repairman to fix whatever is broken.


After learning a little bit about cooking and even learned a tiny bit about how to repair a toilet, she found out that to be an acrobat, she would need to prove her athleticism.  All she proved was that she was uncoordinated.  She began to wonder if maybe she was too uncoordinated for her dream. 

That thought brought her up short.  There was no way she was giving up before she even got started.  By the time she got tired and sore, she was able to go several minutes before falling on her face.  She was not only tired, hungry and stinky, but she was all lonely.

She went out to the snack area and introduced herself to Crème Kaluha.  She determined that not only was he with someone he was an aquarius with a military job.  It didn’t take her long to realize that chatting with people was not going to be a hard thing to do.  She went home happy for the first time since she left her parent’s house.

After her shower, she was too tired to cook a huge dinner.  She chose a salad instead.

As she was falling asleep that night, she could not get over how quiet it was.  No baby brother screaming, no little sister requesting a story and no loud thwomping music from her brothers’ rooms.   She laid there a few more minutes before deciding that she was glad for the quiet.

*Ring Ring*  *Ring Ring*

Boo:  Hello?  Oh, hi mom.  Yes, I’m doing okay.  No.  No, I am not coming home.

Yes, mom I’m very glad that you and dad wrote yet more bestsellers.  No, I have no plans to write at anytime in the future.  I know what I want. … I wish you could just wish me well.  I have to go mom.  I have to apply for that job and get to the gym.

But first…

Nothing brings Boo out of a funk quicker than new hair.  She may only have $1,000 simoleans to her name, but hair is free!

Poor thing .  She couldn’t believe they gave her the job.  Of course, she did not get any training or instructions.  She went out to the biggest park to start practicing.

She was very glad that her new acquaintance, Minto Frost (aquaurius, writer) had his back to her when she faceplanted.  He was putting her very first tip in the jar!  She made $25 simoleans that day.  It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

She lost all track of time while practicing.  Starvation and the need for a toilet brought her up short.  Luckily, after a little exploration, she found a public bathroom.  She even got $49 simoleans for unclogging the toilet first.  She spotted this patch of lettuce and figured a few bites would tide her over until she got home.

Instead of going straight home to bed where she belonged, she got sidetracked by the driving range.  She got a personal best, 140 feet, a little bit more skilled in athletics and then headed home to bed so she could do the same thing all over again the next day.

She was in such a hurry the next morning to start that she forgot to eat before leaving.  Upon arriving at the park she spotted her dad, Range Jr.  “Can’t afford to feed yourself, daughter?”  sigh.  “I’m feeding myself fine, daddy.  I just forgot because I was in a rush.”  He didn’t acknowledge her after that and got up and left without a goodbye.

Her mom woke her up that morning with another phone call, so she was very glad that she saw her at the park too.  She tried to pretend interest in Boo’s job, but her heart was not in it.  She still held out hope that Boo would get a “real job”.

Great, the only one missing now was my sister, Boo thought as her grandfather sat down.  “Hi,Grandfather,” she said.  “Granddaughter, young ladies should not wear hats.  It’s very unattractive and I want great-grandkids soon!”  Boo laughed and said, “I’m pretty sure you will be waiting a long while, grandpa.  I have no male prospects and no interest in kids until I get established with steady work.”  “If you wrote books, you could stay at home and raise babies too!” he informed me.

“I won’t be around forever, Granddaughter.  I hope you start thinking about the long-term.”  She tuned him out and watched her dad off in the distance teaching her baby brother to walk.  She was not ready for kids yet and no amount of old man guilt was going to change that.

Boo decided that it was time to get more practice in.  She was never going to get better if she just sat around all day.

One of the Wayfield triplets (link coming soon) was on hand to watch, but it did not lessen her disappointment that one) her father went back and sat down, but only after she had left and two) not one of them came over to watch.  They just sat back there talking about how much money each of their books was bringing in.

It was a failure of a day.  She did not get any tips and kept messing up all the routines.  Then on top of that, she kept seeing men everywhere and getting distracted.  Instead of seeing potential friends, she saw their genetics, more specifically, what their combined genetics might produce in babies.

Stop that, Boo!  No babies!

She spent yet another night alone at the gym, but this time she chose to lift weights.

By the time her workout was done, she was a miserable mess.  She was sore, tired and basically depressed mess.  She could not remember the last time she did anything fun outside of her work.

Luckily, she had not spent any money outside of food prep.  So when she chose to want an easel and a telescope, she was over the moon about being able to go shopping and get the items.

As her happiness levels increased, so did her job performance.  Before she knew it, she had gotten a raise.

She had finally gotten pretty good at the mime stuff and her new level got her into juggling.  She loved to juggle, but not nearly as much as she loved seeing that her dad and grandfather showed up to watch.  They still did not give her a tip, but she didn’t care.  Incidentally, she made $64 in tips that day.  A new personal best!

She spent all her practice time on her favorite, juggling.  She was unable to choose if she liked the torches or the knives best.

But she absolutely hated the flaming baton.  It kept catching her hair on fire.

She still got up every morning to her mom calling her to check on her.  Boo tried to not look forward to the calls, but she couldn’t help it.

After the phone call, she took care of the basic necessities and then painted for an hour or two.

Getting two phone calls before 8am is not common.  “Hello?”  “Good morning, Double A!”  My little sister, Appleanna, had informed us the previous summer that she would only answer to Double A from then on.  I was the only one who complied.  “Why aren’t you heading to school?”
“Mommy and daddy told Grandpa that they were going to send me away.  Can I come live with you?  I heard them, Boo, they said you had a little kids room in your house.”   “Double A, you know they would never allow that, besides, I can barely afford me much less another little person.”

“You have to do something, Boo!  I can’t be sent away!”  “I’ll see what I can do, but I make no promises.  Now get to school before you get in trouble.” “‘K, thanks sis.”

After that call, Boo was really distracted.  Even though she was pulling in bigger and bigger crowds, she was starting to drop her knives.  Luckily, no one has gotten hurt yet.  She left soon after, only making about $50 simoleans and went to the gym.  At least that was paying off.  A couple of more days and she would have that mastered.

It was finally time for Boo to graduate.  The only other graduate this time around was Grimmy.  After a week of graduation errors, it finally happened.

Poor Boo.  She got Most Likely to be Mediocre.  Starving and depressed, she went home.

After yet another plate of salad, she decided to make the stove fireproof, even though she is a natural cook.  Taking a hammer to something quickly got her over her blues.

It was finally time to take charge of her life.  The next day, she is going to start auditioning around town for shows.  She survived her first week all on her own.  She was still broke, with only about $200 simoleans, but her weekly check was due any minute.  She will prove to them all that she can be a success..or die trying.