Monday, March 26, 2012

Abrupt Ending

Dear Readers, 

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

Generation 2 Chapter 2: Amanda Vista

 
“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.