Willow Complex, Chapter 1

I don't know what to do. Life is spiralling out of control and nothing is simple anymore. Lilac is doing much better than I am, and for that I am grateful. I just wish I could be less confused, too.

No one believes that I'm fine, and I can understand why. I've started fighting with almost anyone. I don't think there's a single adult I haven't fought with, apart from my teachers. I don't really fight with them, but that's because I don't talk to them unless I must. Grandma is horrible, though. She acts like she cares, but then she goes and does something completely and obviously wrong!

She told me one day, all about how she used to talk to Briar at least once a week, and all about how she was the reason that they had the money to send Mom to all the boarding schools she went to. She didn't seem to realize that Mom hated the boarding schools! She even went as far as telling me--no, I swear, it was meant as a threat--threatening me with Lilac going to boarding school.

I yelled at her that day, a lot. I told her she couldn't send Lilac away. She was too important to be sent away!! Grandma scoffed at me and told me that Lilac needs to learn to be independent from me, and that I need to learn how to live for myself.

Mean, right? I know.

She's SO annoying!!

But I didn't really think she would send Lilac away. And then she did. And I yelled at her, and I ran out of the house and told her that I would come back later on, if I felt like it. I didn't think she would care. I mean, she would just get on some call with some surgeon and start talking away with them.

I walked and walked and walked, until I found a little hardly traveled path, which led to a small park overlooking the ocean of Barnacle Bay.

It was beautiful. I almost felt happy there. I sat on the old picnic bench there, and looked out onto the ocean. It was so relaxing, so calming, that I didn't even know how much time had passed. I studied all the rocks and the tall grasses around me, and watched the waves of the ocean rise and fall.

It lulled me, the seething anger I had felt towards Grandma had already cooled down a bit during my walk, but it was almost completely gone after a while. But then I started to think about how much Lilac would have loved it there, and I started getting angry at her again.

I was grumbling about how mean she was when Amber Duck showed up.

She sat down next to me, not saying a word. I glanced over at her, the smiling girl with dark make up, brightly dyed hair, and really cute punky clothes. She didn't say a word, though. She just sat there.

"Hello?" I said quietly after a few minutes.

"Hi," she said, "Are you new?"

"I've been here a week or two," I answered, "Why?"

"Well, I've never seen you before," she held up one finger, "You're at my private place and no one goes here since they think it's haunted," she held up a second finger, "And, most girls run away from me because I'm lesbian."
I frowned and looked at her sadly, "I'm sorry. That's mean of them, and I'll leave if you want me to...I was just...getting some fresh air."

"No, no! You don't have to leave. And don't feel sorry for me because of them. Oompa Loompa colored preps aren't my type."

I laughed, and that was the start of our friendship. We had an amazing time that day, staying out for hours just talking. We talked about how annoying some of the girls at school were, and about my grandma and Lilac, and everything. She made me laugh over and over again, and it was just the most amazing time. I really, really, loved it. In fact, we ended up staying out until the moon was well into the sky and I told her that my grandma would freak out if I didn't get home soon.

Grandma really doesn't like her, though. I told her that I can do whatever I want, and that just because she's lesbian doesn't mean that she has a crush on me. She says that she doesn't care about that.

Like, she said that she doesn't like her because she seems like a bad influence. And you know how I see that? I see it as, 'She's too punky' and that's just bull! It doesn't matter how she dresses. She's one of the nicest, kindest, sweetest people I know and she is the only person who really understands me. Grandma doesn't understand why I miss Lilac so much, and Amber completely gets it!

But, Amber isn't my only friend. She's the only one that understands me so well, but there's also Jack. He's really really sweet and kinda cute. Amber thinks he's got a crush on me. She doesn't seem too happy about it, but I keep telling her she's just overreacting. She thinks he's going to hurt me, but she says that she knows I can handle it on my own, and that she'll always be here if I ever need her.

See, that's why I love her so much!! She's a great friend!

Anyway, Jack says he wants to start a family pretty young, and I can't believe how hilarious it is. We want the same amount of kids(at least three of my own and a few adopted), and he wants to start it around the same age!(getting pregnant no later than my 25th birthday)

I really like him. I mean, I'm not sure I'd date him, but I do like him. He's cute and all, but I don't know if he's exactly my type.

I'll be back in a bit, Grandma wants to talk. (You can't see, because you're a diary, but I'm rolling my eyes.)

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That...that...OH MY GOSH!! I would SO cuss her out in this journal but, like, if I ever have kids and show them this journal, I don't want them to find those words. (In that case, hi kids!)

But anyway, back to Grandma mean-butt...

She just loves to ruin it whenever I'm happy. She...she told me some bull that I can hardly believe. Like, apparently I'm not all human. I'm part Goddess. Like, Athena or Aphrodite or something like that.

And, apparently, each generation of us has a curse (she called it a power but that's bullpoopie). We can make people feel certain things, or we can do something, with our eyes. She says that I'm the sixth known generation.

The real kick is that she's trying to say that my power has something to do with family. I make people...how did she word it? I make people want to have a family or something like that. According to her, that's the only reason Jack even likes me! She says he doesn't really love me! Can she be more of a jerk? Like, really?

I can't believe that she said that. Okay, so I wouldn't have beleive a single word of it, except that apparently, her power is healing, and I showed her a papercut I had gotten at school and she healed it right in front of me just by looking in my eyes for a few seconds. And then she told me that my power might have been the only reason that my parents had Lilac.

I don't believe that. They had Lilac because they loved eachother and they wanted another--or, maybe even a first--child together.

So, yeah, I don't know if I believe her yet, but I'm going to prove her wrong about Jack. He likes me because of who I am, not because of some stupid power that I may or may not have because it may or may not be real!!

I'm going to call him, and get him to ask me out.

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SPECIAL THANKS to TheUsernameFound for donating her simself for this generation! (Amber Duck) and for those of you who don't remember, her simself was also Ambrose from Prim's generation! :P

Also, thanks to her for letting me use Quirrell (first of Harry Potter fame, then from AVPM, and then from the amazing story that TUF made that includes Quirrell.) He's known as Jack Quirrell for the use of this story. Here is TUF's and OPB's(remember her? She created the amazing Parker!) Misunderstood Villains story. Also, MORALfind, TUF'S non-sims Harry Potter-ish story. Both are very amusing :3