Ah yes, Starburst Shores. Golden beaches, smiling faces, the Berrywood dream, and home to…
“PETITE MUFFIN! WAKE UP!”
“How many times have I told you not to fall asleep at the computer?!”
“Uh…I dunno, ask Papaya, she’s the smart one.”
“She’s still finishing up college.”
“And I just graduated! I’m gonna be 18 in what, a week?!”
“A week is a week, Petite.”
That’s my mom behind me. She’s pretty liberal about my computer usage…except at night. But bad news for her, I’m gonna move out in a week, so I can use the computer all I want, hah!
Oh, some introductions should be in order, hang on…
That’s me, Petite. I’m the “torch bearer” or whatever mom said. it apparently started a long time ago with my great-great-great-great-great grandma Blueberry Muffin. I’ve heard her story a million times before, and it’s probably on the internet by now, probably on Berrypress in a novel format.
This is my twin sister, Juneberry. She’s older than me by I think…5 minutes? Her birthday is pretty easy to remember, seeing as we share it.
That’s my dad, Iced. (You can probably imagine the amount of Banilla Ice jokes he encountered as a kid, yeesh.)
…And that, my dear friends, is Gloss. My boyfriend. We met on Simblr when we were 15, a few months after my older sister Papaya left for college. (She’s super super smart, so she was accepted into an Evergreen League one, pretty cool right?) and we’ve been together since. Ironically, we’ve only ever met three times in person, and Skype the rest of the time. We’re planning on moving in together in either Briocheport, or here in Starburst Shores next month after I’m 18.
A week has passed, it’s our birthday! Malt’s Master Kareoke probably wasn’t the best choice for a birthday outing…
“That guy sounds nothing like Brocade Melrose, and in general he’s…just horrible.”
“Yes. Now. I knew there was a reason we avoided this place like the Berry Plague.”
We went to visit the world (in)famous Rodeo-a-Go-Go bull next. I decided to go for broke and chose the highest setting for my first ride…
…In hindsight that wasn’t the best idea.
Yeah. That hurt.
Juneberry had more luck with The Bull than me.
And we got home just in time to celebrate a little before the real extravaganza happened!
…Puberty did me pretty darn good if I do say so myself!
And it also did Juneberry well too, if I do say so myself!