Hello my dearies! It’s me-Katrina! I bet you thought I was gone, nope! This is not the end of me, how could you even think I would leave you?

 You will not believe what has happened over the past few days! Okay, where do I begin?

You remember I went to that bar a few days ago, right? Remember that bartender I thought was pretty cute!?

He is so handsome! Guess what the best part is!

I started going there more these past few days, it gets pretty busy and I’ve met a few new people. Well, him and I started talking one night! And now every night I go there, we talk. He’s very sweet once you talk to him! He usually starts the conversations. Lately, we’ve been talking about Christmas.

Well, I think he likes me. Maybe I’m just jumping to conclusions here..I tend to do that. But I really hope he likes me. Because…I’m falling for him. I’ll explain all of this in another chapter. Right now, I have something else to talk about.

Here’s where I’m confused. I don’t know if it’s just me jumping to conclusions again, but Richie might be falling for me. I know that sounds weird and all, considering he’s married. But let me explain why..in a flashback! 

Saturday, November 5th.

I was sitting at my house, I don’t remember what I was doing. I was watching something on TV about a new recipe or something, when I heard the mailman walk up to my house and slam the mailbox shut. I walked outside and checked the mail, I had a lot of junk mail and some bills. I was throwing out the junk mail when a colorful invitation caught my eye.

Katrina Chandler: You’re invited to a party at the Striker residence on Saturday, November 5th at 7:00 p.m.

Signed: Richie Striker

My eyes almost popped out of my head. I looked at the clock and it was only noon. It was pretty short notice, and I’m not sure why he just didn’t call or ask me in person. It would have been faster–but who cares! I was invited to Richie’s party! I ran inside and immediately started getting ready. I searched for something nice to wear, which took me an hour or so. I kept looking in the mirror and trying to decide what looked good and what didn’t. I didn’t have the best looking clothes-but I decided this dress was going to have to do! I brushed my teeth twice and spent two hours in the bathroom doing my makeup and trying to find a hairstyle. This wasn’t just any party, it was Richie’s party. I sprayed on my best smelling perfume and glanced at my hair a few times before walking out the door and catching a taxi. I made it to Richie’s party on time and he came out to greet me.

“Hey! Katrina, right?” He asked.

“Um, yeah..” I sighed, he could hardly even remember my name.

“I’m just kidding!” He laughed, and patted me on the shoulder. “Cheer up.”

I smiled.

“Thanks for coming. It’s way too crowded inside. I had to come out to get a breath of fresh air. It’s only going to get more crowded, I doubt you even want to try to get in there.”

Aww, I really wanted to see the inside of his house. It looked beautiful on the outside, I’m sure it was just as beautiful on the inside.

“Thanks for the warning, I guess I’ll just stay outside,” I replied.

“Well, I’ll stay out here with you. It’s nice out here anyway. I’ve been inside all day getting ready for the party and greeting all of the guests. You have no idea..,” He sighed.

“I bet. Yeah, it is nice out here. It’s a full moon,” I noted, looking up at the sky.

“Hm, I didn’t notice.” Richie sat down on the ground and looked up at the sky.

I could feel my heartbeat speed up as I sat down beside him.

 We said nothing for a minute, we just stared at the stars. It gave me enough time to remember the last time I sat under the stars like this.

“I’m pretty sure that’s the Big Dipper, isn’t it?” Richie pointed out, interrupting my thoughts.

“I think so,” I could feel his eyes staring at me as I looked to where he was pointing. Thank Diamond that it was dark, my face was probably super red right now.

We talked for a while under the stars, trying to remember constellations. I didn’t want it to end. I was pointing out something when Richie interrupted me.

“Look! A shooting star!” My eyes followed his hand and met where he was pointing to just in time to see a shooting star go by.

“Make a wish?” He turned and smiled at me.

I didn’t really know what to wish for. I hadn’t seen a shooting star since I was little. The last time I saw one was when my dad and I were outside watching the stars, kind of like Richie and I are doing now. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was visiting him and we were sitting out on the porch, getting some fresh air. It was a beautiful night and the sky was full of stars, like it was now. My dad taught me some of the constellations that were in the sky. Suddenly, there was a shooting star that went by, the first one I had ever seen. It went too fast and I had just had enough time to catch a glimpse of it. It was beautiful.

I was around seven years old at the time. I remember my father telling me to make a wish. I remember wishing for something a kid my age would wish for. I could feel my eyes stinging from the tears that were forming, bringing me back to reality. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. As I was lifting my hand to wipe away the tear, I accidentally bumped Richie’s hand.

“Um, sorry.” I had never been very good at hiding my emotions. He could tell right away I was upset by the sound of my voice.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, I saw him look at me out of the corner of my eye.

“N-n-nothing. It’s nothing.” I wiped my eyes, I’m pretty sure my eyeliner and mascara had smeared all over my cheeks by now.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t look like ‘nothing’.”

“It’s just–”

“Look, it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me,” He interrupted.

“It’s just that the star reminded me of–” My sobs interrupted what I was saying. I couldn’t stop crying. I had held in the tears all these years, trying to be strong– and now they were pouring out of my eyes uncontrollably. I felt like such a baby.

Richie layed my head on his shoulder and took my hand, staying silent. I buried my face in his shirt, I could smell his cologne when I took a breath. He stayed silent as I continued to cry, he was probably trying to think of something to say or just waiting for me to calm down. Or maybe he just thought I was crazy.

I calmed down quickly and it was quiet for a few minutes.

“That star just brought back some memories, that’s all,” I sighed, breaking the silence.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to–” Richie was saying when I interrupted him.

“It’s not your fault. It just reminded me of my father when he used to treat me like a daughter.”

I spoke again before Richie could think of something to say.

“I’m sorry, I should go. You probably don’t want to hear my whole life story,” I told Richie and stood up.

Richie stood up and grabbed my hands. “I didn’t say that. Katrina, I’m worried about you. In fact, I’d like to hear about your story. And if there’s anything I can do, let me know. I’d like to help, if that’s alright with you.”

“It’s just something that happened a few years ago. It’s a very long story and it’s getting late. I don’t want to talk about it right now, after what just happened.”

“I know we only met a few weeks ago. But if you ever need anyone to talk to, don’t hesitate to call me.” He looked into my eyes and I could tell he meant what he said, even in the dark.

“Thanks Richie,” I said, grateful that I finally knew someone was there for me. Nobody had ever really been there for me in my life. I turned around and caught a taxi home. I walked inside and saw that it was going on 10:30. I couldn’t believe I had been gone for over 3 hours.

I was beginning to trust Richie. I needed someone to talk to, someone to tell my stories to instead of writing it all down in a book. I’ve never really had anyone be there for me before.

-Katrina.

(Author’s Note: I’m sorry I didn’t get too many pictures this chapter. I didn’t realize I didn’t take enough at the time.. I wanted to get this out because it’s been so long since I’ve updated. I have plenty of pictures for the next chapter, I can tell just by glancing at them in the Screenshots folder..  Chapter 3 will be here soon. I hope you liked this chapter and Merry Christmas!)

Dear Diary,

I suppose I should start off introducing myself, now that I’m starting a diary. My name is Katrina Chandler, and I’ve just moved in a few days ago to a nice little apartment at 16 Dean Road in the town of Bridgeport.

 I have a feeling we’re going to be friends, Diary. Oh, who am I kidding, being friends with a book? Well, the truth is, Diary, you’re probably the only friend I’ve got right now.

I’m going to start off by explaining how I got to where I am today. It started when I was around the age of 15. My mother passed away, rather..she was murdered. This is pretty hard for me to talk about, you know, but I suppose it’s good to get my emotions out in this book. You know what I mean? And instead of explaining it all someday, I can just show my children-or whoever asks-this book, and show them this very page and they can read about my story. So, I apologize for interrupting my own story. Let me continue..

Well a new beginning was all I wanted then, that’s sure what I needed-let me tell you.

My father came home drunk one night, he had gone out with some friends. It was a school night, so I was upstairs in my room trying to fall asleep. I was almost asleep when I heard the door slam and my father came in yelling. I remember hearing my mother trying to calm him down before someone next door called the police because of all the yelling. They got quieter, and I couldn’t understand what they were still arguing about. Eventually, it grew quiet. I don’t remember very much after that. But now I know what happened, my father killed her.

After that, he was so upset about what he did. He just continued to go out every night. Some nights, he wouldn’t come home. That was a good thing for me, because some nights that he came home..he hit me because he was so drunk. When I realized his drinking was getting worse, I began saving up money for when I turned 18. Believe me, I saved up a lot over 3-4 years. I saved my birthday money and other money I got from family on the holidays. I never bought anything for myself, unless I had to. I got bullied at school, for wearing the same kind of clothes I wore the last year or two. I had a few different outfits that my mom had bought me to last me a week or so without wearing the same outfit again. But, eventually, people noticed and they even began telling me I was underweight. I knew I was underweight, I didn’t need them to tell me that. I was underweight because I hardly ever ate anything at home, it wasn’t because they told me I was fat or anything like that. It was because we didn’t have food very often in the house. Dad-I don’t even like calling him that- hardly ever bought groceries. He spent most of his money on alcohol and drugs. It was awful. Some days I would come home from school and find him passed out on the couch. I got used to it the more it happened.

I don’t think there’s much else to say, Diary..

The only thing left to say, is that I spent most of the money I had saved up to get this little house here in Bridgeport. I can’t tell you if I like the town or not yet. I haven’t really gotten around much. I was too busy with moving in. Oh, and I haven’t even gotten a job yet. I’m not really sure what I want to be.. I’ve always liked writing, and I’m pretty good at the guitar. What do you think? I know all of the money I have saved up won’t last very long. I’m not really sure why, but I’ve always been interested in being an author. I’m left with about 700 simoleans. It’s not a lot, but I’m going to save up for a nice house.

Well, that’s it for this entry.

-Katrina.

I set my diary onto the bookshelf and walked outside for my morning jog. The fresh air hit me as soon as I stepped outside. I loved nature, I’ve always been an outside person, and childish too. I’ve been told I’m pretty dramatic by my mom before she was murdered. My friends have also told me that.

I don’t really know where I’m jogging, just taking a jog around the town. I need to learn where things are, and introduce myself. My mother always told me not to be a stranger. The town is gorgeous, and I’ve heard there’s some celebrities that live here as well. One of the celebrities living here include one of my favorite actors, Richie Striker. I’ve always thought he was cute, but he got married a few years ago. Ehh, maybe I can be a celebrity one day and marry Richie and we’ll live happily ever—there’s my childish trait kicking in. Sorry about that.

These cars these people have here are freaking awesome! I gotta write about this in my diary, seriously. When I have enough money, I’m getting one of these. Lime green is my favorite color and it looks AMAZING on this car! Too bad the car costs thousands of dollars, it’s owned by a celebrity. I don’t even know what the guy’s name is. He’s famous for who-knows-what. He’s like a director or something.

I’m definetly going to be famous one day.. people will remember me. I’m telling you, when I set my mind on something… I don’t give up easily. I’ll be living even after I’m dead, I’ll go down in history! Haha, there’s my childish trait kicking in again..but believe me! I will be famous, I hope.

So, I kept jogging. I came across this gorgeous fountain, which kinda shows how beautiful nature can be. I stood there, staring at the beautifulness of the fountain for a few minutes thinking about life and what-not.

As I was jogging, I noticed some clubs around town. I noticed a small little bar that was open and I changed into a nice dress before walking inside. When I walked in, it was pretty empty. It was just me and the bartender..

So, being the childish dork I am, I sat down and started talking to him. I talked about nature, and weather, and other things I liked. I ordered some nachos, and kept rambling on. He seemed interested in my conversation, I was suprised someone was finally listening to me. Usually people just tune me out..

You know, as I looked at him, he was kinda cute!

He even started talking back about things he liked as he was cleaning off the table. He made me laugh a few times, telling some jokes. He was pretty funny, let me tell you. I liked this guy, not as a boyfriend! As a friend, calm yourself.. I’m not that kind of person!

And since we were still the only two in the building, I asked him to dance. Hehehehe!!! He said yes, and we danced for quite awhile until some people interuppted us. He had to get back to work because they were getting quite impatient.

My jaw dropped when I saw who walked in the building.

OMG! RICHIE STRIKER!

My inner Sim was screaming with excitement, I wanted to run up and hug the man!

Okay, that’s a little over the top. There goes my dramatic self, getting too carried away. But I couldn’t believe it! I would have hugged him, I really would have, if his wife wasn’t there. She might charge me for getting too close to him, like stalking him, or something.

Look at this woman, what does he find in her!? She needs a fashion update! Who wears this?! I’ve seen worse, unfortunately. Richie’s outfit didn’t look too great either, I bet his wife picked out that outfit.

Well, they went over and played some game. It was some football game that I knew how to play. So, I joined them!

And Richie even said a few words to me, which made me squeal with excitement inside! I even said some things to him, but I made sure not to over-do it because then he might think I’m crazy and he might not like me and he might not talk to me anymore and then I might not get to date him and then we won’t be able to get married and then—! Stop it, you are being way too dramatic! I told myself and took a breath.

“Um, you there in the dress. It’s your turn.” Richie was looking right at me.

I almost fainted. “Oh, sorry about that!”

His wife looked at me like she was disgusted that he had even said a word to me. I took my turn, and then waited for them to go.

As I was waiting, some guy walked up to me and asked me to dance. I could smell alcohol on his breath, it must have been Happy Hour at the bar..

“No thanks.” I replied, wrinkling my nose from his stinky breath.

I then turned back to Richie and asked him for his autograph.

“Sure thing.” He smiled at me and took the notebook and paper and began to scribble his name. He was still smiling as he wrote his name! His smile made my heart melt. He was so cute!

I covered my mouth with my hands-ahem, I can’t forget to mention my perfectly manicured nails!-and my eyes widened as I watched him write his name. I couldn’t believe my favorite celebrity was standing right in front of me!

“Here ya go darling.” He handed me the paper with a grin on his face.

“Th-thank yo-you.” I stuttered, taking the paper.

I gathered up some courage and began rambling on to Richie! He seemed interested in my conversations, however..his wife didn’t seem to be to pleased to see someone like me talking to someone as famous as her husband.

Richie laughed at how I was staring at him, and how I stuttered a few times. “You’re funny. You don’t need to be nervous around me, you know, I like you. You’re not like other people around here. I like your personality.”

Did he just give me a compliment? OMG! He did! I wanted to scream but instead, I cleared my throat and spoke calmly. I wasn’t about to let my dramatic/childish traits take over again. This is a one-in-a-lifetime-chance.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re one of my favorite celebrities. I’ve been a fan of you for awhile now, you know. I just can’t believe I’m finally meeting you, talking to you!”

“I’ve gotten that a lot, trust me. Why don’t we sit down and talk more? Why did you decide to move here?” He asked when we sat down.

“I don’t know, I just needed to find somewhere to settle I suppose. I really like this town, it’s exciting.”

I wanted to tell Richie everything just right then and there, I wanted to tell him about my mother, my father. But there were paparazzi around, and some of them even snapped a few shots of Richie and I talking. Who knows, it might be the front page on a magazine. Richie ignored them and continued talking to me. I told him a few lies, I didn’t want to tell him everything. He’s a nice guy and all, but even if he’s a very famous celebrity.. I still wasn’t going to tell him everything about myself.

 Well..

Yay! You’re reading my new blog!

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Basically, this is a legacy I’m doing.. for ten generations.. maybe longer, who knows. It’s pretty much about a family with the last name of Chandler– (Chand-lur. Not Shand-ler.)–starting a family, etc.  This is just me with tons of ideas coming from my brain that I’m throwing together into a story..

You can say it’s a legacy, I suppose. It sort of is, in a way. I’m not going to follow any rules, I’m going to make my own rules. (This was inspired, in a way, by this amazing blog here: http://huckleberrychronicles.wordpress.com/.. which if you haven’t read yet, I recommend you read it. :p)

Check the ‘About’ page, which will include a family tee sometime soon and other things, for more info if you like..