18/05 Amy #1



Meet Amy Walker. She’s rad. A healthy young adult, she’s Friendly, has a Good Sense of Humour, is Neat, a Hopeless Romantic, and just happens to be a Genius to boot. Crikey! She aspires to be a Professional Author, and adores Ratatouille, indie music, and the colour green. Being a Taurean, she’s all about the... stuff Taureans dig.

She recently parlayed a government handout of §16,500 into her very first home, “The Monotone” of 72 Waterlily Lane. She moved into this modest house on Sunday morning, at 8am.

After wandering around her new surroundings, she stopped a while to admire the scenery from the window.



Then another.



Cora the papergirl dropped the newspaper on the front porch, and Amy went out to greet her. Cora thought Amy was okay. They talked for a bit about the neighbourhood, and hamburgers. Cora LOVES hamburgers. They decided to be friends, despite the age gap. Hamburgers bring people together.



Amy waved goodbye to her new friend and took the paper inside before walking over to have another look out the window. After an hour, she switches to the adjacent window. Amy starts laughing. It’s 11:30am. +25 to her mood, she’s entertained. I feel a little awkward. I’m letting a genius -- a brilliant mind -- get her kicks from looking outside. There’s nothing even happening out there.

By 4pm I buy her a TV to appease my guilt. Enough is enough. She hated the chairs opposite the couch anyway, and the window staring was getting a little creepy. She threw her hands in the air excitedly and yelled “Pluhhhhh-JEEBY!” when she saw the TV for the first time. She sat down to watch The Game.



+40 to her mood, “Having a blast”. Thank god she’s not cackling at a window anymore.



At 7:20pm she turned the TV off to make herself some dinner. She was only peckish, but grabbed some cereal nonetheless. When she did the dishes (well, dish) afterwards she got +250 Happiness Points for “Cleaning Something”. Such is the thrills of the neat-freak, I guess.



9pm rolls around and she gets a hankering for some window gazing again. I interrupt with the suggestion of perhaps looking for a job in the paper.

Science career, Test Subject. §44 p/h.
Medical career, Organ Donor. §22 p/h.
Culinary career, Kitchen Scullion. §25 p/h.

I can’t help but feel her main concern is “Will there be windows!?”.

None of those seem to be even close to a paid author. Maybe she can try again tomorrow. Not terribly bothered by the job search’s fruitless results, she jumps in the shower just before 10pm and is in bed by half past.

She dreams about the house, fire, books, and clowns. No windows, though.