Prologue

 My name is Cecily Phillips. I'm a bit dramatic, but I'm friendly. I'm also a sculptor, and I consider myself a bit of a bookworm. My twin sister, Carly Phillips, is a loner, loves the outdoors, very handy, and a mooch, which has come in handy quite a few times. The little guy with me is my baby brother, Allen Phillips, age two. He's excitable, and clumsy. (Mother and I use that term loosely. She says he's easily impressed, but I won't believe her).  

Even if its (it's) true, then I'll help him grow out of it. Anyway, we've just moved to Twinbrook where we will hopefully settle down. Mother sent me into town to look for a man to be my future husband. I plan on looking for a job instead, because I know she wont. After buying a crib for Allen we have only 200 simoleans left.

On our way to our new home I saw a help wanted sign in the local bookstore, so that's where I'm heading. I didn't realize how easy it was getting a job here, since they hired me on the spot. And hey, I think I see my sister.

Yup, that's my sister alright.

"Hey Carly, what are you doing here?"

"Same thing as you. You really think I'm going to leave it up to mom to get a job?"
Hm, I should have realized before that both of us would have gone to get jobs as soon as we arrived. All mother liked to do was sit around and go husband shopping. Which of course, never succeeded, and we would have to pack up and leave again before the Repo-Man came and took our stuff for compensation.

"Did mom tell you to go looking for a future husband too?"

"No. It probably has to do with that legacy thing she's always talking about. Yo, dude! There a reason why your all up in my space?"

"Hey pal, do you know who I am? I'm Cecily Phillips, and that's my sister Carly. Get away from her before I make you regret being born."

"Whoa girl, no need to be mean. I'm going."

"Good! Now get lost."

"So, do you think mom has finally gone insane?"

"Yup. How bout we head to our new place, see what we have going on?"

"Alright, I'll meet ya there."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Cici" Allen tugged my hair, and kicked his legs.

"It's completely empty! Not even a couch! Or a table.
 "Come on, Cily. We'll figure something out. We so have to have a bookcase right here."
"That costs money."
"So, we'll salvage. Buy from the thrift store. Lets check the bedroom."

"Guess mom hasn't put the crib in yet." Carly sighed.

"At least we have a stove, and a refrigerator."
"And the bathroom," Carly called.

"This is so where I'm going to have my workbench at!" Carly jumped up and down, clapping her hands.
"Where's mom at?"
"Sleeping in the tent?"
"I'm heading down to the scrap yard, have mom watch Allen."

God, I'm going to get so smelly.
After awhile of digging through the scrap pile I began to get hungry, so I went in search for food. Inside, I ran into this guy. We started talking, and I decided to make a run for it. He totally creeped me out.

"RUN!"
I grabbed a cab and didn't start breathing normally until I was home. I headed for the door and shook my head when I heard Allens crying.

"Poor little Allen."
"I'll get him sis, you get something to eat."
"Sorry little, guy. We wont leave you alone with evil ma again." Carly took him into his bedroom and placed him in his crib which she had brought in earlier.

"Ba ba" Allen cried.
"Here ya go." Carly handed him his bottle, then turned of the lights. She found her mother on the couch, fast asleep. Carly and I headed out to the tent which we placed behind the house and went to sleep.

Mother didn't wake up until morning.

And this was our routine for a month. When we left for school we called a babysitter, who we ended up being best friends with, and she was happy to take care of Allen.


Two months after we moved in, Mother dropped to the floor.

Death came in all his glory.

And so our trying time begins. The death of our mother has to remain a secret, so we couldn't give her a proper burial at the graveyard. The babysitter promised to not say anything about mothers death, and was glad to help us in anyway she could. We have to keep our family together, so no failing grades in case the social worker comes.


What will we do?