U/ra*nu-s - CAS

This is an entry for a Sims Amino competition, where you had to create a sim based off a planet. I got through to the next round, so keep a look out for my round 1 blog this week. Anyway, I present to you U/ra*nu-s Heath...

Mature Language and Themes

Don't laugh, I know you want to... I've dealt with it all my life.

My name is U/ra*nu-s and I'm 16 years old. I've always spelt my name like that ; spell it like that and it takes all the dumbarses a little bit longer to work out what my name actually is. And when they do work it out, they laugh and I tell them to go scram back to their catty girlfriends and never ever come back...

I don't know where I get my attitude from, it could be from my mum but she disappeared 12 years ago so who can say? Now I live with my Grandma who calls me her little 'Cherry Sweet'. Ugh! But it's just her who calls me that, everyone else calls me 'That Girl', 'The Freak', 'The Girl Who Got Abandoned By Her Mother'. You get used to it, create a hard shell that no-one, no counsellor, no relative, no teacher could ever crack. I'm proud of the progress I've made. I was once the bullied girl, I would hide in the library all lunch and cower away if anyone threatened me. When I was 10, Jamie Sanders came up to me and started taking my stuff and pulling at my hair ; well, I turned around and punched him. Right in the eye... From then I've been respected and feared, just how I like it.

But then came the inevitable from the teachers, all the 'feelings' stuff about my mum. My mum left me, I'm fine with that.

7th November 2004, Lucy Heath disappears in mysterious circumstances.

I don't know much except that when I was 6 we were at the police station, they were closing the case. I climbed down from the seat and took the papers from the detectives desk. To this day they're under my mattress. I didn't understand most of it at the time so I forgot about it until I was 9 and I found it again and googled some of the words I didn't know : illegal drugs and police investigations. Grandma found my search history, grounded for a month.

Grandma is becoming less and less alert so I am able to sneak out, get tattoos and die my hair. She is slowly giving up on me, letting me wear crop tops and kiss boys, things she originally said were 'unacceptable'. Doesn't question my decisions anymore.

They say 7 years bad luck for a broken mirror. I say a life time of trauma for a broken secret told...

They all fear me now but when I'm Princess Solar, they will fear me more than ever and I will at last be me...