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I haven’t been on here in a really long time.

The reason why is because I got a new computer. I backed almost everything up. But I’m going to have to reinstall all of my Sims 3 games, CC, etc. And that’s going to take some time.

I’m not sure if Katrina will still be there when I reinstall everything. :/ I don’t think I had her up on the exchange if she’s not in the neighborhood.

I’m sorry for the wait. I’m trying to get another chapter up as soon as I can.

Chapter 1.2- Decisions, Decisions

December 3rd.

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.


(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!)

Chapter 1.1-New Beginnings

The Diary of Katrina Chandler: Tuesday, October 25, 2011.

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. Continue reading