Well, I think it's finally time for me to announce that I can no longer continue with this legacy. D:
I'm no longer excited to play the Vistas, and I just don't want to have to force myself to put out updates.
And rather than continuously saying that an update is nearing, I just figured I should say goodbye to this story.
Thank you guys for your incredible support, though! Even though their were only a handful of you who read this, I truly appreciate it.
Maybe one day I'll start up another legacy or something - who knows! :3
And for those of you curious as to the rest of Generation 2's plot, here it is:
As many of you predicted, Amanda and Brian were going to start dating. The teasing of Bee and Aiden continued to worsen.
One day, Amanda walked into Aiden's bedroom, finding him in the process of committing suicide. Thankfully, she was able to save her brother.
This marks the turning point in the story, as Amanda finally realizes the severity of the pain she's been inflicting. Her and Brian do continue to date, although the teasing does stop. However, the night of Senior prom, Brian takes advantage of Amanda, and a few weeks later she discovers she's pregnant. After graduation, the two move out together and Amanda feels that things may actually be looking up for her (her family surprisngly wasn't [i]too[/i] angered by her pregnancy). Brian stays with Amanda throughout the pregnancy, but after the birth of their child he realizes that he's made a huge mistake. He flees the hospital, and it's the last Amanda ever sees of him.
Amanda then gets involved with Politics, one of her main promises being to enforce stricter rules regarding bullying.
And that's all I had planned out - I had no idea who her second baby daddy was going to be.
Well, see you guys around! Thanks again for your support! <3
Sunday, January 1, 2012
“Amanda?” my mother inquired, projecting her voice up the stairway. “Could you come here for a minute?”Trudging down the stairs, I fumbled with my braid, annoyed by its ornate appearance. Mom and Brianna’s father had planned to dress us identically, and although we agreed to matching braids, we drew the line at the frilly skirts. After all, it was our joint birthday party.
“You need something, Mom?” I asked sweetly.
“Well, first of all, happy birthday, Sweetheart,” she smiled.“Can you believe you’re already thirteen?” Dad remarked. With a shake of his head he added, “Much too fast.”
“I suppose you want to know what we got you,” Mom teased. I nodded vigorously in response. “Well, tell her Concord,” she encouraged, gesturing to Dad.
“Now Sweetie, this is going to require a lot of responsibility,” he began. “And if it’s too much for you to handle, your mother and I will do our best to help you out. But remember, it’s your number one priority next to school.”My mind was racing with possibilities. A bike? My own computer?
“Oh, just tell her already!” Mom blurted out, recovering with an innocent smile.
Dad wrapped his hands around my eyes, eliminating my vision, and steered me in the direction of the living room. Tentatively, he removed his hands, revealing my present.
“A puppy?! You got me a puppy?!” I squealed.Mom and Dad giggled, evidently proud they provided a successful gift. “His name’s Max,” Dad explained. “He’s only a few weeks old.”
Startled by the sudden commotion, Max raised his head from his nap, alert with excitement. I picked up a dog treat from a nearby bag of supplies, all too willing to gain the dog’s trust. Eagerly, Max attempted to snatch the goody, preparing to jump as I raised the snack above my head.
A matter of hours seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye as I was preoccupied with the latest addition to the Vista family. Tummy rubs, fetch and cleaning up a few accidents composed a hefty portion of my day, but it was truly an enjoyable experience.But the best part of it all? The fact that Max was essentially mine, and only mine. Therefore, Bee and Aiden will have minimal encounters with the pup, something that’s bound to aggravate them into oblivion.
“Amanda,” my mother interrupted, “It’s time to get going, the party starts in half an hour.”
Reluctantly, Max licked my hand as a type of farewell before my parents ushered me into the awaiting vehicle.
Despite the twins’ birthday falling four days after mine, they readily agreed to a joint birthday party at Barnacle Beach, a venue our parents exclusively booked for the occasion. Anxiously, the three of us lined up at our cakes, pondering what the renowned transition to a teenager had in store for us.
Cheers of encouragement enveloped the room as I shakily prepared to blow out my candles. Attempting to fully appreciate the last moments of my childhood, I furthered the cheering, unwilling to let go of the days of simple multiplication and spelling tests. Brianna glanced around frantically, clearly overwhelmed by the situation unfolding.Well, here goes nothing.
Brianna and I casually entered the restroom where we swiftly styled our hairstyles back to our liking, emerging as two confident teenage girls. A dashing Brian soon accompanied us, perfecting our trio.It appears that along with our increasing age, more daring opportunities are presenting themselves.
I hold more power, more authority.
People respect me, plain and simple.
My newly acquired defensive vocabulary is itching to be used.
With the three of us combined, Bee and Aiden don’t stand a chance.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
In the midst of my routine after school reading, Puzzle hesitantly interrupted one afternoon, “You know, you should really watch what you say to Bee and Aiden. They’re people, too. I mean, how would you like it if they talked to you that way?”
Ignoring his commentary, I continued on, eager to turn the pages more and more quickly as the climax intensified. “Amanda,” he stated, well aware I had chosen to brush of his advice.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I sighed, slamming the book shut.
“Every day at school, you, Brian and Brianna all gang up on the two of them. It’s not fair. Amanda, you know they have disabilities.”
“How would you know that? I don’t take you to school with me.”
“I have my ways,” he admitted.
“Sure you do…” I replied, rolling my eyes in an attempt to avoid his glare.
“Stop changing the subject!” he flared. “You need to stop it! Think about how they feel when you guys call them those names! Don’t you think they already go through enough every day?”
“Like I said, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Besides, I’m perfectly nice when I talk to them here at home. They understand that it’s what I have to do to be cool at school.”
“That’s what this all about?! Being cool?! Amanda, please tell me this is some type of sick joke! You can’t be serious!”
“I wouldn’t expect you to care, Puzzle,” I fumed. “After all, you’re nothing but a pile of rags. You probably don’t even know what popularity means.”
Puzzle’s face visibly softened. “Wh-What did you just say?”
“Oh, sorry. I forgot you have rags for ears, too!” I remarked, bolting out of the room as my anger got the best of me.
“So that would mean that 62 plus 4 is…”
“68?” Aiden guessed.
“Nope, try again. Come on, I know you can do it!” Bee coached as Aiden scribbled furiously on a pad of paper.
“66,” he stated proudly.
“Hi guys,” I greeted, internally attempting to prove to myself that I was actually capable of being kind to them.
“Mandy!” Aiden squealed. Meanwhile, Bee’s eyes were like daggers, slicing through me with little effort. Coldly, she turned back to helping Aiden and jotted something down in his notebook. It took a few moments for him to decipher what she had wrote, but soon he, too, was staring menacingly at me.
“What?” I asked irritably. The two turned back to working on their homework as I held back the urge to punch the wall.
“Ugh! You guys are such morons! No wonder you have no friends!” I spat.
“Bee,” I heard Aiden whisper, “What’s a moron?”
“Nothing, Buddy. Just keep working.”
“Nothing, Buddy. Just keep working.”
As the weeks progressed, I began to feel more and more like an outcast in my own home. But it was fine, because when I was at school, I was the one who was in power. For now, though, I’ve been writing. About everything. About all the mean names I call Bee and Aiden, and why I can’t stop. About how they have practically disowned me. About how Mom and Dad have done nothing.
About how I’m going to make Bee and Aiden’s lives miserable.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
“Wow. They’re so stupid they need each other’s help just to play on a playground!” Brian scoffed, bursting out in a fit of laughter. Brianna, his twin sister, smiled out of politeness at her brother’s rude humor while casting a sorrowful look in my direction.Life with Brian and Brianna as my best friends was basically a relationship constructed of lies. For all they knew, I was part of a completely normal family as an only child, much too busy on the weekends to even consider having my friends come over. But I was really just a little girl who was afraid of people knowing who she really was, that her two siblings had mental disabilities and that her mother had killed off her little brother.
“Right, Mandy? Isn’t that pathetic?” Brian insisted, a cold gleam in his eyes.“Uh, yeah. Totally,” I murmured.
Not fooled by my answer, Brian barked, “Sometimes I don’t even know why I hang around with you guys. You’re such losers!” Bri and I watched as he stormed off in his usual fit of rage, talking to himself like a mad scientist all the while.
“You know he was just kidding,” Bri soothed, covering up for her brother’s behavior.“I know,” I agreed.
“He’s just… I don’t know, socially awkward, I guess. He doesn’t really think before he says stuff,” she looked off in the distance to where my siblings were playing.
“It’s just that sometimes I feel like-” The repetitive beeping of a nearby car cut me off, leaving me unable to express how I feel.
“That’s my dad, I have to go. See you tomorrow?” Bri was already sprinting off to her car before I even had the chance to respond.
Immediately after their car left the school, I trudged over to where Bee and Aiden were thoroughly enjoying themselves. “Hey guys,” I greeted.“Hi, Amanda,” Aiden answered, too preoccupied to carry on a conversation.
“Hi Sis,” Bee chirped. “What were you guys laughing about over there?”
Her question caught me completely off guard; I had absolutely no idea how to respond. Mom and Dad always told me to tell the truth but… “We were laughing at you and Aiden,” I whispered, “And how you’re so stupid that you need each other’s help to play on the playground.”
Bee’s expression instantly hardened, and what she stated next was so monotonous it sent chills down my spine, “It’s good to know that my own sister is just like everyone else in this messed up world.”
Friday, October 7, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
“Losing a child is like a broken down car. To go in reverse brings painful memories. To go forward is too scary without your child. So we sit in neutral with our hands clutched to the emergency brake, hoping someday to find a way to run again.” –Denise Bellion
Nothing can ever prepare you for losing a child…Nothing.
But once it happens, you realize how cruel the world actually is. How unfair. How heartless.
I figured the C-section would be where the complications ended, just a minor setback in welcoming the next Vista into our family.
But I was wrong… So very, very wrong.
After the procedure, things appeared to be going relatively smoothly given the predicament. Our bouncing baby boy was being cleansed, and Concord and I were discussing a name for our new bundle of joy.We settled on Pratt. Pratt Vista.
Within the first few hours of my recovery, however, an anxious nurse came up to my bedside, her face contorted into a mixture of emotions. All I remember was her explaining that Pratt had passed away due to low oxygen supply as a result of heavy chemical build up in his lungs. The rest remains a blur.
I was discharged from the hospital a few days later, and Concord and I proceeded to go to routine support groups. They’re helpless things, if you ask me.
Wearing black to express my sorrow is a much more prominent method.
Painting became my venting outlet, allowing me to express my emotions in a way like no other. No one could judge your interpretation of your feelings, so I felt comfortable standing at the easel for hours a day, using abstract art to exhibit how Pratt changed my life.
Some mornings I awake to the sound of Concord choking in between sobs, doing his best to keep his misery a secret. I don’t think he understands that he doesn’t always have to be so strong for me… I’m my own person; I can make my own decisions.But yet again, we see where that got me.
Albany’s been worried sick about me, insisting that I’m too distant and that I should invest in some professional help.She just doesn’t understand. No one does.
I’ll be heading back to work in a few weeks anyways, something I’ve been longing to do ever since I delivered Bee. That’s something that’s bound to help me take my mind off things.
“Mom, whatever happened to Pratt?” Amanda asked curiously, interrupting her bedtime story one evening.“What do you mean by that, Sweetie?” I asked tentatively, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Well, we met him at the hospital, but he never came home with us.”
I didn’t know how to answer her. “I’ll tell you when you’re a bit older, Sweetheart.”
“But Mom, I want to know now.”
“Goodnight, Amanda,” I stated calmly, flicking off the lights.
That same night, while enjoying the peace and quiet of a sleeping house, Concord asked in a voice barely above a whisper, “Are we ever going to talk about it?”“There’s nothing to talk about,” I snapped back.
“Amani, we lost a child for Heaven’s sake!”
“You mean I killed our child,” I corrected.“Oh Amani…” Concord gasped, “I-I had no idea that’s how you felt.”
I glanced away, tears cascading down my cheeks.
The days soon started to blend together, and before I knew it, I barely knew what month it was. Bee’s grades were slipping drastically in school, due to Concord having to care for all three kids while I painted all day. Finding time to help Bee with her algebra was no longer one of Concord’s main priorities, preparing dinner and making sure Aiden had a clean diaper appeared to be more essential.
We think Amanda’s been feeling quite neglected recently, as she’s followed Bee’s example and turned Puzzle “real”. Not to mention that Bee’s addiction to Tubby has been worsening, spending hours each evening watching TV and apparently talking to him.
I was snapped back into reality when I woke up one morning and took a long look at Aiden. He was no longer the adorable little toddler I remembered him to be. Instead, in his place was a handsome young man, bubbling with enthusiasm and vulnerability.