Chapter 1.1

Generation 1, Chapter 1

A New Home

Meet Alexandria.

Today was the first day of her new life at a small town off the coast of Sim City called Sunset Valley.  She walked out of the taxi to her new home, that for now, only consisted of a mailbox and a trash can.  Well, this so called new start isn't like I expected it to be, she thought.  Alexandria decided she would start a legacy, to show the world that the Bloomes would not be the same as the old, poverty stricken family of SimCity.   

Alexandria decided it was time to get some cash to buy a bed and some other necessary objects, so she walked over to the next door neighbors, the Altos.


As she walked up the driveway, a man was taking out the garbage.  He introduced himself as the head of the Alto household.  Alexandria quickly zoned out of the conversation, which wasn't a great thing for a future political woman like herself, but at this time it helped.  She looked at the trash can.  It was full of objects that she could sell for a tidy sum of cash!

She knew she had to wait for them to go inside for her "master plan" to work.  Unfortunately, it would be extremely embarrassing if she was caught in the act, especially if someone took a picture.  Then there would be no way she would become a world leader.  

 "So where do you live?" the man asked snootily.
"Me? Oh, I'm your next door neighbor..." she said quietly.
"You live on that old plot of land, eh?" He snickered.  "I never took you for the poor type.  Goodbye."
As he left in a huff, Alexandria quickly dove into the trash can to receive anything worth a profit.

Then, disaster struck as a woman in the window called out.  "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THAT GIRL DOING??"

That was her que.  She shot up, brushed of the wrappers and newspapers, and bolted.



LATER

Alexandria was practicing a speech in the mirror of her recently built "home" when she heard a car pull
up.
Her eyes widened.
Why couldn't she spend the first bit of her new life alone, without anyone discovering the local Podium Polisher was living like a homeless person, in between the two biggest houses in the city.

Alexandria tried to calm herself down.  Oh, they aren't coming to MY house, just the next door neighbors.  Just keep practicing.  Just keep-


"'Sup."  A man said.
She screamed in surprise. "Who the heck are you?"
"Jack Freeman, and who are you?"
"Why are you here?"
"Just on a drive. And you are?"
"Why did you come to see me?"
"Eh-hem. And you are?"
"My name is Alexandria Bloome.  Explain yourself before I call the cops!"
"I just wanted to visit the local homeless woman, and nice to meet you Alex."
"I am not homeless!"
"So whattya call this place, sweetheart?"
"Do not call me that!"She blushed.
He raised an eyebrow.
 "Oh, this place.  Here? Um, this isn't my house." She said shyly, still a little off-guard by his affectionate nickname.
"Whatever you want," he chuckled.
"LEAVE."
And he left.  For some reason, Alexandria--or Alex, as he called her (she liked how he said it)--didn't want him to leave.

 Eventually, Alex's luck began to turn.  She got a call from City Hall.  They wanted her to be their Campain Intern!

Maybe her new start wasn't so bad after all...