The Bloomer Legacy: 9.20 What does it feel like?

I’m a bitch. Everyone knows that. But believe it or not, nobody’s every called me that, at least not to my face. Not until now. I kind of admire Hallie for saying it. She takes no plum from anyone. Not like the other losers. So I’m guessing all you kind-hearted people out there are wondering... Continue Reading →

The Bloomer Legacy: 9.19 Couples Costumes

Vito finished strapping up his gladiator boots. That was his outfit for the night complete. He turned to Louis. “So, what do you think of couples costumes?” Louis gave him a funny look: “Couples costumes?” “Yeah,” Vito nodded. “You know, couples dressing up in costumes that complement each other. Like Bonnie and Clyde, or mustard... Continue Reading →

The Bloomer Legacy: 9.17 Moonlight Massacre

“The gym, huh?” Seraphina looked around. “Not exactly the most romantic venue…” “Well, you like to work out, and I like to work out, sooo… you know.” Marvin shrugged. “Right,” Seraphina rolled her eyes. “I guess it could be worse.” “I guess I’m not the most romantic guy,” Marvin told her. “But I’m pretty strong.... Continue Reading →

The Bloomer Legacy: 9.15 Loser

Ok, so maybe I haven’t exactly painted the full picture when I talked to aunt Yenn. But I couldn’t bring myself to admit what I loser I am, even to her. I don’t know how they’ve all done it, made other friends so quickly. Without me. Me, I don’t really have time for any of... Continue Reading →

The Bloomer Legacy: 9.14 Their Own Thing

“Hey aunt Yenn, can I talk to you for a moment?” Yenn looked up from her book. After glancing at Carly, she put it aside altogether. Judging by her niece’s face, this was a situation that required her undivided attention. “Sure, what’s up sweetie?” “I just… don’t know if high school is for me.” “Would... Continue Reading →

The Bloomer Legacy: 9.11 Whatever

Seraphina hit refresh again and stared at her Simbook inbox. No unread messages. Whatever, she told herself. She resisted the urge to go look at Antoine’s profile again. Who cares. Why was she still thinking about him? She caught a glimpse of her brother on the workout machine, with that stupid smug smile he’s had... Continue Reading →

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