Dreaming of Amber (Roslyn's POV)

Tossing and turning, I couldn't sleep. Knowing that Amber, my little sister, is taking those pills that make her hallucinate. That make her insane. And knowing that the Oswald Asylum, the evil asylum, is driving her away from her family for no reason. Right now, I'm angry at my mother, and my stepfather. I dreamed about my real, dead father. My real father was so much better. My stepfather was the one who convinced my mother to keep Amber in the Asylum, and he tried to send Valentina to Boarding School.
I said, "Father, listen. You want to get rid and cut off family ties. But no. I will take care of Valentina. No matter what you say, you aren't cutting this family apart."
"Shush your mouth child. Your mother loves me. No matter what you say to her, I will be part of this family."
"You aren't my dad. You aren't even worthy of the title of my mum's husband. Listen, my sisters and I will stay together. All of us refuse to even list you as part of our family. Do you realize that the papers consider you a monster? Everyday, I get calls from the news show to come tell the people of London how I became successful with YOU as my 'stepfather'. One day my mum will realize, that you shouldn't be her husband. One day. And there is no way you're getting rid of Valentina and Amber. I'll find a way."
"No you won't. Though you have an A grade and an Above Average IQ, you are an idiot and have no mental or problem solving skills. Your mum is also an idiot, for not realizing my true intentions. "What did you just say?" Said mum.
"Oh.. uh.. nothing."
"OH REALLY? You called me and my daughter idiots! Get out of my house, or I'm calling the police. You're getting rid of MY daughters?"
"SHUT UP! I-i I mean.. no."
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! You're the idiot!"

I woke up. I whispered "That.. never happened.. I wish it did though.."
I got ready, and by the time I was, it was around 10.
I went to go get Amber. I had an idea..
I was to go get Amber, and tell them I wanted to take care of her for the holidays and the New Year.

Health Administration (Roslyn's POV)

I locked my car and walked into the Health Administration building. A younger woman greeted me.
"Hello ma'am. How may I help you? Any concerns?"
"Yes.. actually. About the Oswald Asylum."
"Really? No one's come forward about them. We've been wanting to investigate them.. but we've never really had people come about them so we thought we were okay."
"Well.. I need to talk. I have more than enough evidence."
"Believe me, you don't need evidence. But it would make it all the better. Is she with you?"
"Yes."
"Ok ma'am. Let me guide you to a room where I can talk to you and your friend."
"Thank you."
We sat down in chairs, where I dropped the evidence in front of me.
"Here's a book, which contains an offense back in 1944. And Here's a picture of my sister, who could be taking the incorrect pills under the supervision of the nurse. She also found a knife in the nurse's drawer. Which she cut (that) scar with."
"Your sister is supposedly crazy, correct?"
"Supposedly. But they give her pills, that make her see stuff, and they say that's not normal and that she has a wild imagination. But, I read that top book, that says that they switched pills."
"Thanks, do you have a pill on you?"
"Yes. Here."
"I'll put this in the scanner. It will show how much Ekoplomatin is in that pill. Ekoplomatin-"
"Causes a door between the conscious and subconscious which causes the person to hallucinate."
"How do you know that?"
"First of all, when I was little I wanted to be a doctor. Second of all, that book said the exact same thing."
"Interesting. Stay here, ladies. I will go test this."
She came back about 30 minutes later.
"The levels of Ekoplomatin are way too high. Are they giving these pills to only your sister?"
"No. The entire Asylum is on those pills."
"This must not be safe. They did this on purpose. We will conduct a search tomorrow. I suggest you find a way to get your sister out before we do this or they could harm her. Any other things you would like to say to me?"
"No. I will get her out of there."
"Good. Bless your sister. Will she be living with you?"
"Yes. Her twin sister does also."
"Very well then, Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas to you as well."

Evidence (Lilliana's POV)

"The red Duotine has too much bacteria called Ekoplomatin which causes a door between the subconscious and the conscious. If you don't believe me read this book."
"You're not lying. Are you cereal?"
"No, I'm not made of Chez mix."
"You're serious."
"Indeed."

I looked down at the book nervously.

"The top one is the one that contains the information, and the bottom one talks about all the creatures she thinks she sees."

My hands shook as I reached towards the book
Oswald Asylum Research Journal
Dr.Deern

Specifically Oswald Asylum? No wonder Roslyn checked it out..
I read all about the pill. If this guy was a doctor at Oswald Asylum, then he knew, right?

Everything Roslyn told me and more was written in this book. The red Duotine, the orange Duotine, the Ekoplomatin, everything.

If this was all true, Fran Bow must've gone through a lot. I finished reading.

"So, how do you know that the nurse might still keep a gun in her drawer.
"Because Amber found a knife in the nurse's drawer.
"How do you know she didn't make it up?"
"Because she cut herself." She frowned.
"Can I see?"
She had a picture of it on her phone she pulled it up and showed me.
"Roslyn, we have enough evidence to take this to the Health Administration."
Saying that, she grabbed her car keys, kissed Valentina on the cheek before she hopped on the school bus. Then she hopped in her car, and signaled me to jump in. I'd grabbed the books, as even more evidence.

Thoughts of Destruction (Roslyn's POV)

I sat at the dining table. I kept thinking of different ways to bring down the Oswald Asylum. I could.. alert the Health Association.. I could write a song.. I could ask the news show to have me on..

Lilliana, my twin sister, walked out of the living room and sat down in front of me. She tapped my shoulder to get me back in reality.
"Sis, have you gone insane? You've been spacing out lately."
"No, I haven't gone insane. Oswald Asylum needs to be taken down."
"Why, do they have offenses or something?"
"No.. I read a book.. you know the red pills, right?"
"Yeah, the ones she claims to make her see things that don't exist."
"The red pills aren't the right ones."
"What?"
"The red duotine isn't the correct duotine. The nurse switched the pills. They're supposed to be orange, and the Oswald Asylum has switched people's pills once before."
"When?"
"60 years ago. And before that. But that's the only time that is known..."
"Ok, you're starting to freak me out. Lay down some hard cold facts to let me know you aren't lying and you just want Amber back."
"The red Duotine has too much bacteria called Ekoplomatin which causes a door between the subconscious and the conscious. If you don't believe me read this book."
"You're not lying. Are you cereal?"
"No, I'm not made of Chez mix."
"You're serious."
"Indeed."

I'm as serious as the fact that I'm not made of Chez mix.

Visiting Amber (Valentina's POV)

I asked the nurse to unlock the door. On the other side was Amber, my sister. She was standing there. Emotionless, until she realized it was me, Valentina.
Her eyes lit up "Valentina! I'm so happy your here!"
"So am I! Are you okay, it looks like a cut on you-"
"T-that's nothing.. um.. just a wound from playing on the play set."
I knew she was lying.. she cut herself again. I played along and rushed her to her room.
Once we were in her room, I asked "You cut yourself didn't you? On purpose?"
"Y-y-yes.."
"You NEED to stop doing this to yourself! How did you even get a knife or anything to hurt yourself? Did they forget to chain you to your bed, lock the door again?
"Yes, and I found a knife in the nurse's drawer. I had a nightmare about the Kamalas again and I took a pill and there was a Kamala right outside my door.."
"Wait.. woah.. back  up... you found a knife in the nurse's drawer?"
She looked at her wrist, and passed out. She always hated the sight of blood. I took out my phone and text mom to come up here.
"Yes darl-" she said. *gasp* Why is she out cold and why does she have a scar?"
"Mom calm down. She found a knife in the nurse's drawer last ni-"
She whispered "In the nurse's drawer?"
"That's what she said."
 "Oh, honey. This can't be good. Let's just tuck her in and say she was tired, ok?"
"Ok mom." I know she wasn't my mother, but she acted like it, more than my real mother ever did. Or my father for that matter. Roslyn was the one always there for me. For a shoulder to cry on. Poor Amber never had any of that. Once Amber's 'mom' realized she was 'crazy' then she sent her to Dr. Oswald Junior for testing. It turns out she was 'crazy' and they kept her here. In this place that makes you even crazier. Because your taken away from your family. They keep you isolated and give you pills that make you even more insane. Make you see strange things.

No matter who you are, you have light in you.

If you are crazy

Then you can truly solve life's mysteries.

And wash your pain away.

If imagine things,

then you have the power to find the key

and open the door.

Roslyn's Backstory

Roslyn Greenwood

Here is my parent's house. Where both horrible and amazing things happened. Where my mother gave birth to my little sisters, but where my parent's fought horribly. Where me and my sister were raised, but where I found out my fiance was cheating on me, with my own sister.

Bad things and good things mix, and sometimes make neutral things, or good things, or evil things. Currently, my little sister, Amber is in the asylum. She's crazy, she sees things. She explains to me that in every bad thing, there is something good. And in every good thing, there is something bad.

It makes sense, you see. She sees shadows, of which she calls Kamalas, and the creature who saves her from them, Itward. She explains that Itward was a skeleton creature, wearing a victorian tuxedo. My sister tells that she takes red pills, and then sees things she shouldn't see. Gore, dead animals and those Kamala creatures are some of the things she believes to see. Her doctor was evil, or at least in her eyes. He's simply a doctor, doing what he's supposed to do to help my little dear Amber.

Amber has a twin. Her name is Valentina. She isn't crazy, but yet a lover of music. Especially the violin. I myself, liked the piano, but still a master of the guitar and the violin skill as well. On Valentina's 6th birthday I gave her a violin of her own. She goes to visit Amber on Sundays, after my mother takes Valentina to church. Valentina would play for Amber, which soothes her. Valentina lives with me. I taught her how to play the violin. She is a beautiful master of the instrument.

I did research. On Amber. I read this book I found. It talked about the Kamalas. It talked about Itward. It even talked about the twin's that Amber also claimed to see. I found another book. Written by a Doctor. (No, not Doctor Who.) Dr Deern it said.

I have studied many girls. One that caught my interest was Fran Bow. A girl who was simply crazy. She talked about an Itward creature, as well as twins, and shadow creatures she called Kamalas. I knew the real life twins, who also claimed to see Itward. They possibly could have been communicating. This girl, Fran, had dead parents. I was foolish enough to have her open the coffins of her parents. At the scene, she found a bloody knife on the floor next to her parents. They were sliced clean in half. She thought that her cat, Mr. Midnight was still alive. We tested the DNA on the knife, but the only DNA fingerprint that came up was Fran's. We assumed the killer wore gloves, and Fran had attempted to make a peanut butter jelly sandwich.

I was done reading this... but wait.. pills?

The nurse in Oswald Asylum switched her pills, into a new variant of Duotine.

Duotine? That's what Amber is taking..

They were originally orange, but the ones Fran took where red. They had too many Ekoplatin or something like that.

 Amber takes red duotine...

Too much Ekoplatin causes a.. door.. to open between the conscious and the subconscious. It causes the consumer of the pills to hallucinate. The nurse also had a gun in her desk, willing to kill anyone who found out, or tried to attack employees. Fran, tried to attack her Aunt Clara, in which the nurse point the gun at Fran's heart and...

I can't read this... but why would anyone try to make poor Fran suffer? The doctor probably cared about Fran, if he wrote.. 5 chapters about Fran's mental health. If Amber claims to see that, what if the asylum.. wait, the Oswald Asylum? Crap, that's the one Amber goes to. If they're still pulling these tricks, then I could close them down right?

In Darkness there comes light, but don't pick up that knife.

WHAT DA HECK? Back so soon?
I'm Rosalie, and I have a new story here. I'm restarting, but keeping all of my previous posts on the blog, incase you want to see them. This time it has no aliens, just human (ugh) plain (GROSS) drama (ok, good enough.) Backstory soon.

Hey Everyone :)! It's Rosalie! I'm feeling sick. (uh oh!) That means I won't post. Sorry :(. However, I made a SOLID schedule for all my blogs. This won't start till next week though. I wanted Friday off because I want to chill probs. And plus, I need sometime to write next weeks. Especially because I like to know I'll have it done.

~ Hello Everyone ~

I'll be taking a hiatus, for a while. I might still be posting on my High School Sims Stories blog, which is new. However, Until the week after Thanksgiving, I won't be posting. However, I will still have a new Youtube

Harry's POV:

I asked the front desk for a new case. He gave me my own case of a suicide attempt. It was in the park, and it was committed around 11:00 pm, on Friday night. He told me my partner would give me more information once I got there.

I called Rosalie,
"Hey hon, just wanted you to know I'm going to be working late tonight."
"No, you aren't Harry."
"Honey, I have to-"
"I don't care. You're coming to the hospital this instant."
"Someone's life is on the line-"
"OUR DAUGHTER'S LIFE IS ON THE LINE. COME HERE NOW." She hung up. Our daughter's?
I called my partner to tell him I had to get to the hospital.
"Hey Bro, I can't make it to the park. I gotta go to the hospital. Somethin's up with Rosalie."
"Harry, hate to tell ya, but Cassiopeia was the person who attempted suicide. I parked at the hospital and hung up. It was the girls. They've been teasing Cassiopeia since she first stepped in that school.
I signed in at the front desk and went to Cassiopeia's room. She was unconsicous. She had tons of flowers in the corner. The girls who were teasing her asked me to step outside and talk to them.
"Sir, we are so sorry. We didn't know she was suicidal-"
"Well, you shouldn't bully someone even if they aren't suicidal." My face turned red with anger. The girls' eyes teared up.
"I know sir, we never should have done that. We'll never do that to Cassiopeia again."
"Girls, don't do it to anyone again. Your parents have already been alerted."
"Wait, our parents? They know about this?"
"Yes, they've known even before Cassiopeia.. you know. I told them Cassiopeia was concidering killing herself, but what you did Friday was the final straw for Cassiopeia. So never do this again. If you could you'd be considered a accessory to a suicide. Which you don't want to be. Especially because I specialize in deaths. And you don't want me to lead this investigation. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Good."
The girls walked away, with pure guilt on their faces. Vincent came around the corner and told me,
"Sir, I'm so sorry-"
"No Vincent, it was the girls' fault. Not yours you had something to do with it I bet, but it wasn't intentional. The girls just confessed."
"I can tell that they fear you."
"They should. They are an accessory to a suicide attempt. Which is the case I'm leading. And I'm the victims father, and I'm a police officer."




Hello Guys! You are all probably wondering why I released 5 stories today, but I had a day off, because I had a GIANT snowfall, so school was canceled. I decided that in honor of this special day, I would release 5 blog posts.

Cassiopeia's POV:

I ran into the park. There was a knife in my emergency picnic basket. Their terrorizing had gone too far. I was sick and tired of it. First they slap me, and then they ruin my chance of having a relationship. I took a knife and slit my wrist. Then I passed out.

Vincent's POV:
She was angry. I needed to apologize for letting them do that. I ran through the park to find her passed out cold with her wrist slit open and a knife in her hand. I knew that they bullied her really hard, but I didn't know she was suicidal. I took her phone and clicked emergency call. I called 911, and then Cassiopeia's mother.

Rosalie's POV:

I woke up to the sound of an emergency phone call from Cassiopeia. I answered,
"Hello?"
"Are you Cassiopeia's mother?"
"Yes."
"Okay, um, she slit her wrist and now she's passed out."
"WHAT?" I yelled into the phone. "HOW COULD YOU-"
"Mam, please calm down. The girls were teasing her. And she looked angry so I followed her to calm her down and then I saw this. I'm so sorry. The paramedics are on their way."
"Ok, I'll try to calm down, BUT MY DAUGHTER SLIT HER WRIST-"
"Mam... just come here."
"Ok."
I hung up and grabbed my car keys.

Life is a rollercoaster. The giant dip is too hard for some people to handle.

Cassiopeia's POV:                                                                                          ~Years Later~

I sighed.
This dress is pretty, but no one will be my date..
I walked back inside.

    ~ A Day Later~

I walked into the gym. There were a lot of men without partners. As I walked in, I turned heads. The smartest guy in school walked towards me. He was handsome too.

"What are you doing here without a date? You're by far the prettiest woman in this room."

"Thanks, but there are a lot of prettier girls here than me. And they would fall for you in a heartbeat.""

"I don't judge by prettiness. I judge by smartness. And you, my lady, can beat me in a trivia challenge."

"Wanna dance?" 

"Sure."

After about 3 dances, I hit the buffet table. The popular girls started flirting with him. By the way, his name was Vincent. After he kept telling them he wasn't interested, the leader of the cheerleading squad kissed him, and held his face to hers. Then, she went over to the buffet to terrorize me. 

"You're a FATTIE!"

"You should just leave now. Like, bye." 

I grabbed one more cookie and ran to the parking lot to go to the park. 

Rosalie's POV:

I woke up again, to find my self in a white room. I wasn't even in my clothes, and I had no idea where I was. The nurse came in to the room.
"Ah, good. You're awake. You passed out. Your husband assumed it wasn't good for the baby, so he called for backup. Don't worry. Harry's on the phone for you. By the way, I'm Dr. Hennah. Feel better." She hands the phone to me.
"Hey, Rosalie?"
"Oh.. Harry.."
"I know. Your thankful. It's no problem. Cassiopeia is safe."
"Can we facetime?"
"Of course."
I hung up and put the nurses' phone on my end table. I grabbed my iPad just as Harry called. This time Cassiopeia's face was showing.
"Oh my gosh, Cassiopeia, are you okay?" It appeared as she was in Harry's car.
"Yeah mom, I'm fine. I just need to explain things to you.. I'm so sorry-"
"Honey, you don't have to be sorry. Um, where are you going?"
"Dad is taking me to the ice cream shop. We aren't allowed to visit until you have the baby."
"That's in two weeks.. I won't see you for two weeks..?"
"Not in person, no. On the phone, yes."
"They are such-"
"Mean people. I know mom. I have to go. Rest, please."
She hung up before I got the chance to say anything. One day, I'll tell her I love her.

Sometimes you have to lose people to have your love for them grow stronger.

Cassiopeia's POV:


We watched as mom was taken to the hospital. One of the police officers stared at me in disbelief. I wasn't suprised. I was related to the killer. I killed the killer. And I was purple. I was also only a child. I would be confused too. I owed Harry an apology.
"I'm sorry for ruining your life, Dad. Rosalie might be dead because of me."
"Might. Cassiopeia, if that purple woman was after Rosalie, she for sure would have died. Now, Rosalie has a 50/50 chance of living. You could have saved her life."
"I need a nickname, dad."
"How about lifesaver?"
"Can I get some lifesavers?"
"Sure."
I was surprised that Dad wasn't more shaken up. I could see it in his eyes he was worried to death. But he was strong. He forever will be. I was shaken up too. I just could hide it better. I could also see emotions easier. I was 'empathetic' or whatever. His eyes were tearing up.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom, ok lifesaver?"
I laughed. But my memories flushed into my head like a waterfall. I thought back to myself on that stormy night my mother kicked me out. Then how Rosalie took me in. But I betrayed her. And kept secrets. I felt as though it was my fault she could be dead. I was stuck in a trance. I could feel, I jus couldn't move. Harry was picking me up, carrying me to the hospital. Everything was taken care of. I flinched and could move again right after Harry laid me in bed and turned on the Discovery channel.
My memories would haunt me forever. But such is life. Which Rosalie might not have anymore...

  Mistakes are often made in life. They haunt you..

Rosalie's POV:

I woke up, flashing my eyelids. I found myself on the patio, passed out on the chair. I was running from the purple woman. I didn't know where Cassiopeia was, and the purple woman was gone. I heard the car lock. Harry was home. He was at work when this all happened. I have no idea where anyone was. This was probably going to effect my baby... I passed out again.

Harry's POV:

Someone next door to my own house called 911 because they heard screams. "Hello? Rosalie? Nobody answered. I didn't hear Cassiopeia or anything. Then I found Cassiopeia crying next to a purple woman who was passed out and tied up. I watched and listened.
"Mom, I'm so sorry. But you shouldn't hurt people."
Cassiopeia was talking to her original mom. I ran out the door because I saw light blonde hair. Rosalie was passed out on the patio. I called for backup from the paramedics. It was not good for her baby. The station wasn't too far from here. I heard sirens. I went back to Cassiopeia. I told her,
"Cassiopeia, are you okay?"
She cried, and then sniffled, and said "Dad, I-I just.. I DIDN'T DO THIS!" I picked her up and cradled her in my arms and then took her out to the patio. I asked her what happened. Then I realized, she was purple too.
"Dad, you deserve, you both deserve an explanation."
"I'm more worried about your safety then explanations, Cassiopeia. We'll talk later.

Bellatrix's POV:



I ran towards Cassiopeia's new house after calling her.
"Yes mom?"
"Honey, you couldn't have possibly gotten a mom." I said. The Greenwood family has been an enemy for years. She stole my child. She has no choice but to give back Cassiopeia and then die. 

Cassiopeia's POV:

Mom had her red, devilish eyes. She couldn't believe I wanted to save Rosalie. I swallowed hard and said "You won't hurt her. You can't. I won't let you." She laughed.
"Children, being protective of your parents. HA! You don't even know how to control it."
My anger raged from inside me. I was going to trick her. I had sucked poison from my bottle when I figured she was coming here. I said "Momma.. you're right. Rosalie deserves to die. She brainwashed me." My mother was an idiot. She fell for every single trick even my brothers pulled on her. And my brothers are stupid. I was easily smarter than her. I kissed her on the cheek. My pass out poison soaked through her skin and she fainted. Logic was easily my greatest weapon. I'd rather mess with a military guy than a smart person. Rosalie had fainted in the pool. I took mom and sat her on the couch. I erased her memory of me kissing her. Also her seeing me use the powers. I had an advantage then. She didn't know what I was. I tied her up and went to go rescue Rosalie. But I'll call her mom.

Rosalie is my mom now. She's my family. My everything.

Cassiopeia's POV:

I just home from school. I sat down on the couch in my room. Rosalie and Harry were so good to me, making me these cushions and buying me pillows, and desks, and so many other things. They even bought me a new phone. My phone buzzed. I had gotten a text. It was from my mother, who abandoned me, abused me, and mistreated me. I was sick and tired of her. She texted to tell me that I could come back. That she was sorry. I almost couldn't resist. But, Rosalie had taken me in, a total stranger, and from the very beginning she took care of me better than my mom ever had. She was nice, she was generous, kind and everything you wish your mother could be. She was smart too. She focused on Dark Matter back in her college days. But now she's a model. A pregnant one at that. My mom is pregnant right now, too. But that's besides the point. I texted mom back,
"Mom, I'm done. You treated me wrongly. I found a new mom. She treats me amazing. I have my own room, and she actually pays attention to me. She's never even slapped me." and pressed send. Then I got a call. I answered.
"Yes mom?"
"Honey, you couldn't have possibly gotten a mom." Then over her end and my end, I heard a doorbell. I was scared. What if mom tried to hurt Rosalie? I couldn't hide any longer. I heard screams. I decided I was not going to hide any longer. Rosalie deserved to know. I'd hid it for weeks. I really couldn't control it. But my mom told me what I was. What I could do. Who I could harm. How powerful my brain was. I could literally erase peoples memories. For the first time, I was afraid of myself.

Kids shouldn't have to fear their own mother.

Rosalie's POV

I waddled on over to get the door. I saw a cute little girl standing in the door way. She looked sad, and a tear fell from her eye. I asked her, 

"Hello, may I do anything for you?" in a polite friendly voice. 

She sniffled, and then said back, "Yes, actually. I.." she sniffled again, "I.. um lost my mom. She abandoned me. And, I'm looking for a mummy and daddy. I understand if you don't want me-"

I interuppted her sentence "Of course I can let you stay here, but I'll have to ask my husband if we can adopt you.

She smiled and repeated "Thank you" about twenty times. She was just so cute. I quickly went into the kitchen and made her breakfast. I did some laundry to get some sheets to put on the bed we had upstairs. All she had were the clothes on her back and an iPad. She must have grabbed it before her mother kicked her out. I can't believe anyone would do such a thing. It looked like she'd tried to text her mom, but her mom didn't answer. 

(~-Days Later-~)

Cassiopeia and I had bonded a lot. So did her and Harry. It was music to my ears when she called us her parents. She was officially our child. We signed the adoption papers and everything. She was polite, and friendly. But most of all, she was a genius. She was above NATIONAL AVERAGE. Like, whaat? Apparently her mother kicked her out because Cassiopeia was starting to go through puberty. However, she told me that her brothers were acting up a lot more than she was. Her brothers were the reason she got kicked out. Basically, they treated Cassiopeia like their slave. Which makes me angry. She had nothing to do with anything they blamed her for. As for her mother, she also treated Cassiopeia like trash. I'd rather not include details. But that explains why there was a rash on her cheek. *Brothers trash the kitchen* Mother: *slaps Cassiopeia*. To be honest, I'm glad her mom kicked her out. So that way she wouldn't have to live with those poor excuses for humans. 

(~Tune in next time, we'll get to see this from Cassiopeia's POV~)

   

Hello!

Welcome to Rosalie Sims. This is my first post, obviously. I'm a storyteller. I use the Sims 4 (made in power by Ea and Maxis, powered by Origin) to make my stories. Currently, I am using someone I've had on instagram for a while. Her name is Rosalie Greenwood, and if you want to check out my Instagram, I am @rosalie.sims . Anyways, I will post the beginning to my story tomorrow, as I am going to go binge watch LDShadowlady's ShadowCraft Season 1. As for you, please come back tomorrow (11/14/15) to see my blog post on Rosalie Sims Stories. Thank you.