Sims Weekly World News

I have never wrote my thoughts down before now, this feels a little weird, but here goes.

I often seen Mom writing in this book and finally decided to check it out. I never thought about her and Dad’s life before we were born. Living as we did just seemed normal and I never gave any thought as to how one person met another…I guess maybe I should have asked.

I really don’t know where to begin, so I will start with Claire. She’s weird. She’s always been weird. It’s just as she gets older she seems to get weirder. I hope she mellows out soon because I really don’t know what to do if she doesn’t. I mean, none of us were prepared for today…

Normally I am up before everyone else, but today Beans was up first and Claire was at that chemistry table. She never seems to leave it these days. I wish I knew what she was up to because she is working as if she has something in mind and hasn’t quite found the right combination of whatever she is mixing together. I am not even sure she went to sleep last night.

Something just didn’t seem right and as the day progressed something just kept nagging at me. I mean, the day didn’t go any different than any other day. Beans and I tried to play jokes on each other and Mom and Dad and we got in trouble for it. Something was said about how we were adults and we needed to start acting like it. There is only so much to do before we get bored. Mom and Dad were going about their normal things of reading, writing, painting and playing with the animals.

I don’t know what happened or what caused it or anything, just one moment our parents were there and then the next they weren’t and Death was here to collect them. Now, I had read about Death before but I didn’t think he was a real person. I thought that everything was just some anthropomorphized idea that turned him into a person. Turns out that isn’t the case.

Death offered no explanation as to what happened and we couldn’t even begin to make assumptions. Was it just their time? Were they sick and hid it from us? We lived underground…were we running out of air? Was it something else? What Death did offer was to clean up for us and play a few rounds of fooseball before leaving.

Despite being in tears, Claire went right back to the chemistry set even more intent on what she was doing than before, if that was at all possible. The next thing I knew she was yelling about how she had finally done and Beans and I would see that she wasn’t crazy like we thought she was.

For the second time in the day reality proved to be much more fanciful than anything in the pages of a book. Claire had managed to bring her weird doll to life. I mean, Beans and I had one as well, but we had never thought of it as anything more than another toy. Claire on the other hand apparently became obsessed with hers preferring it over interacting with the people in the house.

Our parents were gone and now there was another person that we were responsible for, and he came from nowhere. Life was certainly full of surprises. Claire had one more thing to accomplish before he day was over though. She turned on Beans and me, and she was nearly hysterical. “We have to get out of here! We can’t continue to live here! We have to get out! Do you hear me?!”

Beans and I looked at each other. “Claire, we don’t know what is up there. We don’t know if we can even live up there and we have everything we need here.” I tried to explain.

“They are dead! I don’t want to die down here like they did! We have to get out!”

I tried to reason with her. Beans tried to reason with her. Her former doll tried to reason with her. We all failed.

There was only one thing do and that was to remove the rock pile and venture out into the world.

Just beyond the rock pile was another room that contained bicycles and two chests that were packed full of antiques and Dads paintings.

Almost everything that Dad had ever painted was in there along with a number of items that were brought back from the many trips they took to Egypt. I am sure that at one time the Egyptian artifacts were worth a lot of money. But now that the world had ended…they were just pretty reminders of what the world used to be. Maybe one day they would be worth something again.

It was with great trepidation we ventured up the stairs in the adjoining room to see what had become of the world…