Synopsis:
Travitha writes about her latest fire spell at school and what it might mean for her future and who she is.
Excerpt:
Dear Diary,
Well, as you should’ve guessed, I spoke way too soon. Here I was just happily bobbing my way through life. Blah blah blah. I’m not evil. Blah blah blah. It was some sims disease.
Apparently, it was not and the entire verdict is still out on me being evil. Caiden swears I’m not and I really want to believe him but today, as girl was bullying my new friend about the cheerleading team…she’s actually not even a new friend. I hardly know her but still. She seems nice.
Anyhow, Mocky (that’s what I’ll call her) was picking on her saying it was a waste of time. I thought that was so rude and I was going to say something but instead… yeah, you guessed it. I felt my powers building up and suddenly I was trying to set her on fire.
Bad, right? Even worse though… I didn’t even feel bad about it. Not slightly. It felt almost cathartic to try to eliminate a mean sim and I know that’s wrong. I don’t want to hurt sims. Really. But I also don’t want to see evil and mean sims getting away with everything they do. That’s what my mom — that’s what Summer did. She used her evil to cause chaos and kill. And Chloe. They just spend their lives taking and destroying everything from those around them.
