"maybe Their Place Will Be Good For Parties."

"maybe their place will be good for parties."

"yeah, don't hold your breath. that lot is in shit shape." they say that the devil works fast, but not a damn soul spreads gossip quite like a bored teenager. despite only having been enrolled for a day, rumors about willow and wisteria circulated the halls of their new school at sonic speeds. everything from their family lineage to their method of means was called into question while the explanation for any of it only became more and more outlandish with every iteration.

"what are we going to do?"

"do about what?"

"all the gossip, will! can you not hear what people are saying?"

"I hear them."

"and?"

"and I'm grateful they're so far from the truth." willow shrugged. she inhaled deeply and glanced over at her half-sister. "just embrace the new infamy, babe. you will never be this intimidating again. did you hear we burned down our parents house for the insurance money?"

"cute. so then why are we still so poor?"

anyway

starting over in greener pastures.

Week 2's Simblreen treats. 👻 (Minus one trick...)

Boys

Countesses of Forgotten Hollow, 1840.