Chapter 5 ImmortalsOne thing I really hate is writing about myself. I can write about anything else; I even wrote a whole book while I was still a child. And I guess it was sort of about me the heroine, Princess Leia, was like what I wanted to be. She could even ride a horse, something that might as well be a mythical creature as far as I'm concerned.
The other thing I hate is people coming up to me and saying "Why so blue?" I'm blue for the same reason that you're pink or brown or beige genetics. My dad came from Sixam, and he's really blue, but you can't tell because he's in disguise. His name is Hudson Helton, and he had a birthday the other day.
My mom threw a party for him. Here she is, toasting him with Grandad Pinochle.
Throwing a great party is one of her requirements for becoming an Immortal. That's what we all are or will be all except Dad. Apparently, it's supposed to be some consolation to him that I'll be an Immortal. I haven't asked him yet. Anyway, he's been helping out by catching angelfish. That's one of the ingredients in ambrosia, the eating of which preserves your life. Here's our store of ingredients angelfish, death flowers, and potions of youth.
Soon after Dad's birthday, Mom had one. She's not an Immortal yet. She still has a lot to do reach the top of the Astronaut career, achieve her aspirations to be a Nerd Brain and a Renaissance Sim, and max three skills, not to mention making six good friends and throwing a couple more parties.
And I have to do even more than that. Incidentally, another thing I hate is the process of growing up. I got all stretched and skinny, and then a lot of weight was slammed on to me.
But picking out my hairstyle and make-up and wardrobe was kind of fun. I gave myself alien markings around the eyebrows. I was kind of disappointed that I didn't inherit Dad's blue hair, but that's the way it goes. And who knows where my big nose came from. Grandad Pinochle says it'll be a nose for news when I become a journalist.
I really like Grandad Pinochle. He's creatively gifted, like me. He's a great artist here's the portrait he painted of Mom. After my next birthday, he'll do one of me to hang in our museum.
He's been helping me with homework, too. One of the things I have to do as a teen is to make an A at school so I can start my job at level 3.
The other thing I have to do is write a bunch of books and become a best-selling author. Although we have computers at home, I sometimes go to the library to write. I have a romantic nature and am looking for my soulmate. Unfortunately, there don't seem to be any boys my age in Willow Creek. Aside from two children, the youngest man I've met has been the same age as my parents.
I've already written my first book (my second, if you count
Castle Oakenstead). Its title is
When Elders Die, a book for children to explain that it's not always easy. I had a traumatic experience as a child when I saw my grandmother die. Once Grandad Cribbage explained that she destroyed my dollhouse because she was acting like a ghost before actually becoming a ghost, I was able to put the experience in perspective. Now that she's a ghost she's destroyed the dollhouse a few more times we finally put it in storage.
Everything I know about becoming an Immortal, I've learned from Grandma. Even though Mom will someday be Grandma Canasta to my descendants, and I'll be Grandma Euchre, there's only one Grandma she's our founder. I don't know whether she came from Sixam, but she has green skin.
Mom is on a wellness kick. Because she's an astronaut, she has to stay in shape. She exercises a lot, but she does yoga, too. Anyway, she pointed out that since his birthday, Dad's been getting a little pudgy. So he's doing yoga now.
And I still have some baby fat, so I'm doing it too or trying. I've never seen a tree hop around on one foot.
She helped the grandparents set up a meditation area down in the garden. It's really nice, with a fountain in front of the wall.
Grandma has gotten to be quite good at levitating, rising gracefully into the air. Grandad Pinochle is still a little awkward.
Well, that's it for now. Time for more homework.