Angelic - Intro

  Welcome to the introduction to my newest story, Angelic. Just before I start, I have to say  this: This story will come out in 7 LONG bits / pieces / parts / chapters (whatever you want to call it, I'll be calling it 'chapters') and so there might be a LONG time in between each chapter. I got all the plan done - I just need the pictures. By the way, if you're wondering how I do the picture editing and (for example in the title page) the poses and flying thing - there'll be a tutorial about all that after I finished everything! I myself, in fact, am pretty impressed by my skills. Haha! Anyway, on with the intro...

  17 year old Pearl Grey stepped out of the yellow taxi and stared gloomily up at the imposing mansion several hundred meters away from the end of the road. She thanked the taxi driver through the window and he gave her one last strange look before driving away. Pearl sighed and trudged over the grass to the mansion. 

  Pearl waved shyly over to her Uncle Alex Grey, who walked over to her without emotion on his aged face. She winced as she recalled the reason why she had gone to live with an uncle she barely knew.

  "Hey," she muttered.
  "Good morning, Pearl. I see you have had a good journey. Your bags are waiting for you in your room. Follow me, if you please," he replied with no emotion.

  She shivered violently as his stoic face turned away from her. It wasn't just the harsh features, slick blonde hair and unsmiling mouth, but mostly the scarily blue eyes which seemed to be absolutely iced over. It was unnerving.

  She followed him up the long stairs into the mansion. Her thoughts wondered to the last time she had been there. Pearl had been 5 years old and her parents had decided it would be a good idea to visit her dad's (much older) brother. Her uncle had scared her as much then as he had now - but then she had clung to her mother's leg crying. Now, though, that was absolutely impossible.

  "Welcome to The Grey Mansion, Pearl. I just want you to know that I would like to be called Sir Alex or Mister Alex. None of that 'uncle' in my house. Let's go," Uncle Alex said, smiling an unusual smile.
  "Thank you and, um, okay... Sir Alex," Pearl replied, biting her lip.

  "That is the kitchen to the right, and the living room is right through here. The table over here is where we eat. Now, through here please," Sir Alex said, and continued quickly.
  Pearl stayed behind a few more seconds to enjoy the beautiful wooden paneling, high-quality wood and soft fabric on the chairs. Eventually she had to hurry to keep up with him.

 She followed the (still walking) man through another arch on the right of the living room.

  "Your room is up these stairs. I will leave you now, but you are expected in the living room tomorrow morning at 11:30 precisely. Good night, Pearl," Sir Alex said, and walked briskly away.

  She walked up the stairs thinking about how strange it was that her uncle would want her in bed by 6 o'clock. Oh well, she thought, some people are just weird...

  She arrived at the top of the stairs and marveled at the difference of colour and basic feel of the room in contrast to the living room and dining room. The blue and white were a delicious freshness and (to be honest) Pearl couldn't wait to get to sleep under the blue duvet.

  Firstly, she brushed her teeth and brushed her hair. After changing into her pajamas, Pearl pushed the drawer closed and strolled over to the bed.

  She turned the lights off and Pearl relaxed into the soft mattress.

  The next morning Pearl woke up because of the sun shining warm through the windows onto her freckled face. Pearl stepped into the shower and, after a good wash, combed her hair and changed into a new pair of clothes.

  The girl walked down the stairs in her new attire and got ready to make herself breakfast because she was pretty sure that Sir Alex wouldn't (or couldn't) make breakfast.

  After just 10 minutes of splendid cooking, Pearl sat down at the table and took her first spoonful of a hot, homemade waffle.

  Pearl jumped and nearly choked when she heard Sir Alex's voice behind her.
  "I switched the time to 9:30 which is right about now so if you please, I'd appreciate it if you came with me to meet somebody," he said.
  "Sure," Pearl muttered, gulping down another bite and then standing up to follow Sir Alex.

  Pearl followed him through into the living room where a surprise was waiting for her...

To be continued...

Story Updates

Dear Everybody

I have currently finished with the plan of my newest story, but my laptop had to go to the Apple Store to get fixed, and it's supposed to be finished on Saturday. However, I'm off to Holland tomorrow so I can't get it. But my mum will be here on Saturday and I'll have it back on Tuesday. The intro will be out of Wednesday... Expect the Unexpected!!


xxx
FantasyPearl

p.s. The exact same is on the About FantasyPearl-Sims page if you want to read it there!!

Blaming Innocence - Finale

  Yes, already the finale to Blaming Innocence. Just a quick note - I'm reinstalling my entire sims 3 because my CC is causing problems and not installing and that kind of stuff, so a new story won't be out for quite some time. But just enjoy this one for now...

  I stood up, angry, and glared at her.

  "I know you did it, Mrs. Days," I hissed. "I saw your online diary."

  "Well that's preposterous!" she protested.

  "Oh no it isn't, Mrs. Days," Inspector Shaw interrupted. 

  "Let's just all sit down before I begin," Inspector Shaw said, walking calmly of to his chair.

  Still sizzling with anger, I followed his example and sat down too.

  "Gemma was right," he began. "You did have an online diary in which you wrote down the evidence that you did it. You said something about a Mr. Boss, didn't you? Well, we knew the poison came from Mr. Boss so the police found him, took him under arrest and questioned him. And he mentioned a certain Mrs. D, which turned out to be you. So even if you deleted your online diary, Mr. Boss told us you did it. There's no way that you can come out of this one now, Mrs. Days."

  "Well... Yes, it's true that I put the poison into the waffles," she confessed sadly. "But I couldn't ever have done it if you, Gemima, had never made those waffles. So, in fact, it's partly her fault as well."

  "No, it isn't, Mrs. Days," I said gently, all anger gone. "I made those waffles to get on the good side of the other boarders here at school." 

  Inspector Shaw stood up and got out his mobile phone.

  "I'm just gonna call the police to come and take you to jail," he said as if it was something he said every single day. 

  It made me laugh a little.

  Several minutes later the police woman came in.

  "Mrs. Days, you are under arrest," she said happily. "Gemma, you're free to go."

  I walked out of the room. I wasn't in the mood to see Mrs. Days' mean, accusing looks.

  Chester came out of nowhere and took me in his arms. 

  When finally we drew a part, he looked for a long while intently at my eyes.

  "I knew you'd make it through," he whispered.

  "Thanks," I replied.

  "You know, I haven't really known you for a long while, but... I have feelings for you."

  And with that, he pressed his lips gently against mine.

Blaming Innocence - Chapter 7

  Welcome to the second to last chapter of Blaming Innocence. Yes, indeed, Blaming Innocence is, too, coming to a close. The finale will be up next, but before you start crying with sadness, read on to find who was behind the poisoning...

  Hours later, my stomach protesting angrily against the fact that I didn't have breakfast, I was quickly losing hope to find something in the school files. I had been searching everywhere, twice, for ages and I still hadn't found anything. 

  I hovered my mouse over a file and clicked on it. I hoped that somehow I would find something that would lead to the person who framed me. 

  My jaw dropped as I looked at the screen and what had popped up. 

  Dear Online Diary,

  I cannot believe my luck! The new girl - the scholarship one - had been making waffles this morning and she walked away while they were baking! It was such an amazing stroke of luck. I quickly walked into the kitchen and put some of the poison Mr. Boss had given me on two of them. 

  I didn't really mind which stupid kid ate which waffle - as long as some of them died. In fact, I hoped that either Raymond or Chester would eat one of them. I hate boys (as you know) and would like both of them (at least one of them) to die. And what a way to die as well! The poison goes into your stomach and eats it away until finally it eats your skin away. You die a horrendous death! *mwahahaha* 

  Evil laughs to you, Mrs. D

I couldn't wait to tell Inspector Shaw!

  "I know who did it! I found an online diary and it told me!" I told him excitedly. 

  "Well, who did it then?" Inspector Shaw asked, equally giddy. 

  "Haven't you figured it out yet?" I laughed. "Come on, I'll show you." 

  We walked out of the computer room. I couldn't believe my luck! That 'Mrs. D' had been so stupid as to do that, it was unbelievable! Well, maybe she thought that no one would see it because every ICT lesson was supervised. Still, it was incredible. I walked quickly and briskly up to her office...

  We stepped into Mrs. Days' office.
  "Welcome to my humble abode, Gemima and Inspector Shaw, do sit down," she said sweetly. 

  We sat down in chairs opposite her desk. 
  "Mrs. Days," I started. "I think I know who framed me and put the poison into the waffles."
  "Oh do you know?" she said. "Well, I guess that's a good thing. And I would love to see your evidence, if that would be possible."
  "Sure," I replied coldly.

  I sat down in front of her computer, and she looked at me with her eyebrows raised. 
  "Well, that's interesting dear," she muttered, and walked over to where I was sitting.

  I turned it on, laughing to myself at her background. I never thought that an old woman would be into rock bands. In fact, the more I thought about it, it started creeping me out instead of amusing me!

  I went through the files exactly like last time. I clicked on it.

  And I came on a website.
  "No!" I cried. "This is impossible!"

  "Well, I don't think that's evidence, honey," Mrs. Days said gently.

  
  I searched around the files again for a long time, but I couldn't find it. How was I going to prove that Mrs. Days had done it?

Blaming Innocence - Chapter 6

  In this chapter of Blaming Innocence, Inspector Shaw and Gemma find out what had been poisoned - but who did it? And why? 

Note: This isn't flashback anymore. 

  Inspector Shaw bit his lip and thought for very long, and obviously very hard. I wondered if he was going through all my story in detail. It wouldn't have surprised me if he did. He seemed to be a very good inspector and I trusted him. I was finished with telling my story and now wanted to know who was responsible for the poisoning.

  "I got it! I know what the source of the poisoning is!" He suddenly exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

  "Yeah?" I asked, excited. "What is it?"

  "Haven't you figured it out yet?" he replied, incredulous.

  "The thing that was poisoned are the waffles you made that second morning. Raymond ate it, and you said that you saw Cinnamon eat them as well," he explained.

  "Well, yeah, but everyone else ate some too," I retorted.

  "Then only certain waffles must've been poisoned," Inspector Shaw replied. "Can you please take me to the waffles?" 

  "Sure..." I muttered, amazed at his logic knowledge of things. It made perfect sense now - someone must've put poison in them whilst I was changing!

  I started walking out of the room and Inspector Shaw followed me. I couldn't wait to see the source of the poisoning - but all the same I was quite frightened!

  We strode into the kitchen and I stood a little way away as Inspector Shaw said to me,

  "Are these them?" Whilst jerking his head towards the plate of waffles.

  "Yeah," I said, nodding. "What're you gonna do with them?"

  He looked at them for a long time without answering my question. 

  "Are these all or are there more?" he asked.

  "I'm afraid that all the others have been eaten," I whispered, feeling stupid.

  "That's okay. I'm just hoping on of these is poisoned," he replied.

  "Sure."

  Inspector Shaw then picked them up and smiled at me over his shoulder.

  "I'll take these to the police laboratory to be investigated," he said.

  "You'll hear from us tomorrow, Gemma," he called as he walked out the room.

  "I'll be waiting..." I muttered. What use was it if in the end they did find poison in the waffles? I'd said I'd made them, so there was actually more evidence against me. 

  "Oh yeah," he said nonchalantly as he strode further away from me. "I believe you, you know. That you didn't do it."

  Before I could answer, he was already gone. All I could do was feel a warmth glowing inside me. There were already two people who trusted me. One of them even had some power in the police force. At that moment, I felt ready to explode with happiness.

  I walked into the living room and warmed my hands with the heat of the fire. Once I was sufficiently warmed, and my thoughts had calmed down a little, I decided it was okay for me to rest. Just for a little bit.

  I fell asleep on the sofa, fully clothed, and my last thought was how I hadn't slept in a normal bed for two nights. How strange.

  I yawned loudly as Inspector Shaw woke me up the next morning.

  "Good morning, sleepy. I've been standing here shouting at you to wake up for about five minutes now," he laughed.

  "Sure, sure," I muttered, embarrassed. 

  "I've got news for you, by the way," he said, sitting down next to me.

  "Good or bad?" I asked cautiously. Was there even a possibility for good news at this point in time? Probably not. 

  "You'll see," he said mysteriously, and turned the TV on.

  "Latest news on the mysterious consecutive deaths of teenagers Raymond Pierce and Cinnamon Table. Now, on Latest News," the commentator said.

  "In the last two days, two teenagers have been poisoned and died horrible deaths," the second continued in an incredibly annoying american accent.

  "It is suspected that the source of the poison came from a special flower called the Neverlyosis which can only be found in Neverglade, the place where the deaths have taken place." The first one continued.

  "There have been various hints that the highest suspect didn't commit the crime. It would seem she has been framed. By who is not yet found out."

  "That was it for latest news on the poisoned teenagers. Right here, on Latest News."

  Inspector Shaw flicked the TV back off.

  "Well that was cleverly timed," I commented.

  "It was. But that's besides the point. You're not the main suspect anymore, but we're trying desperately to find out who is. In fact, right now everybody that works or learns at this school is being questioned at the police station," he explained.

  "Well... What do we do?" I asked.

  "I was thinking to do some research on these computers you have at school. They can usually be great sources of information if you know where to look."

  But where to look?