It was sunny outside when Carter arrived back. A vast difference from the haunted cabin!
“Hey mom! How’s it going?” he said casually.
“Carter! Back already? You were just here last night!” Hannah smiled. “I’m so happy to have you home for a couple hours…you are staying for a little while, right?”
“I was actually thinking maybe I could move back in…if that’s okay?”
Hannah beamed. “Of course it’s okay!”
She gave him a big hug. “The house has felt so empty without your songs playing all day.”
As Carter walked into the kitchen, Travis stopped him. “Did you tell your mom what happened?”
“I was kind of hoping we could keep the whole haunted thing a secret.”
“That’s probably for the best. I think she’d really worry if she knew the ghosts wanted to make you a member of their band.”
“I hope I didn’t just squash my one chance at being a rockstar,” he said.
A couple hours later, Hannah gleefully began preparing Carter and Casey’s birthday cake. The big day had finally arrived!
“Mom. Are you sure I’m actually aging up tonight? This is really happening?” Casey said anxiously.
“Oh absolutely sweetie! Today is your day!” Hannah smiled as she flipped the bowl in the air.
Suddenly Casey’s phone binged.
“Are you serious right now?” he yelled at his phone.
“If it’s not bad enough I’ve been stuck as a teenager for what feels like years, now the school is calling me Little Casey?! I am so over this.”
Just as Casey got Carter to celebrate, the maid came and took the cake away.
“Sims always making these ridiculous cakes for no reason! I swear I spend my life throwing cakes in the trash,” she said.
“You’ve got to be kidding me right now,” Casey sighed. “Can you please put my birthday cake down?”
She frowned. “Fine. If you insist.”
With the cake finally on the counter, Casey pulled out a horn. I am celebrating the heck out of this moment, he thought.
“I wish to not be a teenager anymore!” he thought.
As he blew out the candles, he received exciting news from the school.
He was going to be valedictorian! Take that, Leila, he thought.
As soon as he stepped away from the cake, the maid picked it back up again for the trash.
Luckily Hannah spotted her. “What do you think you’re doing? We still need that,” she smiled.
With the cake back on the counter, Carter leaned over and blew out the candles.
No wonder sims need so many cakes. Far too many kids around, she grimaced. Keep following to find out what happens next.
