The Story of Us β˜” G1, #4

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Whenever Jen is feeling down, she just needs to get her hands on a computer to feel better. The llama memes, the games, the music, just the vastness that is the internet, it makes her feel at peace, at home with herself. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have the simoleons to afford even a cheap computer. Even if she did, she has no place to put it.

‘Back to the library, I guess’, she sighed at the thought of dealing with other sims, but the thought of getting her hands on a keyboard made it worth it. She slipped her sneakers on before heading into town. By the time she made it, it was late afternoon.

A soft burst of air hit her as she pulled the door open, making her smile automatically. She headed for the back of the library only to frown. Both computers at the back, hidden by large bookcases, were being used. That means…

‘Crap, I have to sit out in the open…’, she held back a groan as she turned, grabbing a free chair and opening one of the portable computers the library offered. A few minutes passed by before a man sat down at the table beside her.

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She glanced at him a few times, chewing thoughtfully on her lip. Should she say something? It couldn’t hurt to make some connections since she’s going to be around for a while, but what should she say?

‘Should I say hi? What after that, though?’, she glanced at him again.Β ‘It looks like he’s doing something important, maybe something for work. I should leave him alone…’

Gloomy thoughts entered her mind, convincing her not to try. She sighed, looking back at her own computer and nearly jumping out of her skin.

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“Ne, ne, what game are you playing?” A young boy asked excitedly as he stood in front of her. “It sounds like Sadden Sports Five!”

‘He could tell that just from the sound? He must really like games’, she sent him a nervous smile before nodding. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m playing as the Willow Creek Llamacorns,”

His eyes lit up. “That’s my favorite team! Who are you playing against?”

“The Forgotten Hollow Gargoyles,”

“The underdogs of the sports world,” he nodded his head, folding his arms over his chest. “They’re pretty strong, but they don’t get to show off their skills because no one ever chooses them.”

“I agree completely.” She smiled a bit brighter. “They’re my second favorite team, I always take turns playing between them.”

“My name is Tane Ngata!” He grinned widely. “What’s yours?”

“Jen Winchester,”

“Nice to meet you, sis!”

The next few hours passed by pretty quickly and, soon, Tane had to leave to avoid missing his curfew. She, too, decided to call it quits, shutting down the computer before stifling a yawn and stepping out of the library. The sun was sitting low on the horizon, casting the city in an orange and red glow.

As she’s walking home, it begins to rain, the warm drops soaking through her jacket. It was a bit uncomfortable, but she really didn’t mind it. When she finally reached her lot, the moon was shining down on her. She planned to make a beeline for the tent and get some rest, but when she spotted some of her plants needing harvesting, she decided to grab them first.

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Now that they’ve been harvested, more can grow while she’s sleeping or working.

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