Based on the book "Sideways Stories from Wayside School" by Louis Sachar

Introduction
This stapled-paper shameless-parody "book" contains 30 stories about the students and staff at the Hudson Valley Sudbury School. But before we tell you these stories you should probably know this:
The Hudson Valley Sudbury School is not a normal school. There are no classes, no classrooms, and no periods. Kids do (almost) whatever they want with their free time.
It can be said that these stories are really fucked up. That is most likely true. But if I told the students at Sudbury stories of public schools, they would think YOU was fucked up. That is also probably true.


( 1: Carmen )

Same disclaimers from before apply.
( Stuff under cut )

So, I felt like starting a Sims 2 legacy. D8 I kinda failed, considering I couldn't have the walls up (for some reason, I can't see ANYTHING with the walls up...) and I only have the Nightlife xpac.
This is my first legacy, so forgive me if I do anything wrong D8
( Actual content under the cut~ )

"Yes, sir. Would you like a straw with that?"
I looked up at the woman who would be serving me my drink. Her blonde bob bounced as she shifted from foot to foot, staring at me intently.
"No thank you", I said. The woman nodded and quickly walked into the kitchen.
I took a look around the cafe. Eyes gazed at me from every dark corner, every old, wooden chair. I sighed, staring at my hands, quietly seated in my lap. I had been careful to open the door with my shoulder, and not to touch the tablecloth. I couldn't be bothered to wear gloves while eating.
The woman came back, carrying a glass of clear soda pop on a tray. She placed it on the crooked table, and the wooden piece of furniture shifted to the side a little bit.
"Here it is". She glanced at my face a few times, then her gaze drifted down to my hands. "Aren't you going to drink it?"
"Why should I?", I said. She looked at me in shock.
"Well, you ordered it"
"Why do I have to drink it now? Can't I have it later?"
"Are you sure you don't want a straw?"
I sighed. "Leave me alone"
The woman shrugged and walked back to the kitchen. Once I made sure she had vanished, I lifted my right hand and took hold of the glass.
The glass became opaque, the surface turning somewhat rough to the touch. I glanced around the room. Everyone seemed to have taken their eyes off of me. Good.
I took a sip from the glass, which was now a muddy shade of brownish grey. With each sip, I remembered a little bit of an old story I had once heard. King Midas. Anything his body touched turned into a solid gold. He couldn't eat or drink. The story ended there in my schoolbooks, but I know the people of the village must have known the whole thing. I bet he died.
It's a shame it's only my fingers.
After I had finished my drink, I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out the magically attuned gloves I always carried with me. I slipped them on and walked out of the cafe, keeping my gaze straight ahead. These people could stare all they liked. It wasn't like I cared.
Stepping out into the cold air was a sudden wake-up call for me. There were things I needed to do. The same thing I did every day...
Walking along the grey cobblestone streets, through the crowds, the memories came flooding back, just like they did every afternoon. Unfortunately, this time I was out in public.
"Hey Siri, whatcha doin'?" My older brother Set was looking at me from his cot, seated on the floor next to mine. The house was quiet. Our parents were out, presumably at some sketchy hotel again. They only came back to feed us. I remember missing my mother a lot. My father I never really cared much for.
"Nothin'", I said. I turned over in my cot. "Lemme sleep"
Set was quiet for a second. Then he leaned over and stared at me with the most disturbing and feral look in his eyes.
"Siri, have you ever tried this?"
"Tried what?" I wasn't quite sure what to think at this point. I watched Set pull the covers off of his cot and stand up. He took off his pajama pants and sat back down on the floor, this time tousling my red hair with one hand, as the other one slipped into his briefs.
I shivered in disgust. I couldn't keep walking like this. I looked for a bench and quickly sat down as the reminiscing continued...
After a few seconds, Set removed his briefs by kicking his legs and began to try and remove my boxer shorts. I tried to scream, but his hand shot out and covered my mouth. My arms lay motionless at my sides. Set was bigger than me, any struggling would end up in my injury.
All I could do was watch.
As the rest of the encounter flashed through my head, I began to feel sick. Angry, and sick. Every single moment from when Set removed my boxers was imprinted in my brain like a color photograph, and they were replaying like someone quickly flipping through pages of a book. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to do something.
I removed my gloves in a quick movement, stood up, and spread my arms wide. I pushed through the crowds, screaming, watching as a throng of stone statues was left in my wake. Not even the walls of the buildings, or the strollers pushed by the mothers were safe from my wrath. Anyone who was still left with a beating heart would be trapped in a veritable maze of stone people.
Looking back on my 'creation', I felt a sudden pang of panic. Clasped in the hand of the last statue I had transformed was a wanted poster with my face on it. I knew the law would catch up with me sooner or later.
"Who are you?"
"I am Isis, and I have come to grant you one wish"
The memories of that day were not as fresh and clear as the ones of my violation, but it was an important day to me nonetheless.
"Everything I touch... must die! Turn to stone! Please, this is the only way I can kill my brother"
"As you wish. Just remember, the burden of death comes with a greater responsibility"
I laughed at my foolishness. Set was gone, most likely killed by someone else's hand. I would never have my revenge. It just wasn't possible. The police would catch me, and I would be sentenced to death for mass murder. There was no use in running... I could be tracked by the stone objects I left behind.
However, there was one last thing I had to do.
After putting my gloves back on, I walked through the labrynth of still bodies, toppling a few of them over. Then, I heard a whimpering from the middle of the statues. Knocking the remaining statues over, I saw a boy, around the age I was when I gained my 'gift'. I took his hand and told him everything would be okay. He was still breathing heavily, each breath letting a puff of steam into the cold air.
"Follow me", I said. I let go of his small, frigid hand and walked to the local inn, motioning for him to follow. Before I could see if he was obeying, I walked inside.
The inn was pleasant as always. Before I became infamous for my deeds I would often spend a night there. It was warm and cozy and more of a home than any I ever had.
The woman at the counter looked back at the wanted poster of me behind the desk, and gasped. I quickly took off my gloves and lunged towards her. She dodged, leaving me slamming into the desk. I slid off the desk, managing to touch the bare part of her ankle that was sticking out from her sock. She was immediately petrified.
If you cannot defeat your enemy...
The boy was waiting at the old wooden door. After putting my gloves back on, I grabbed a key and walked up the creaking stairs to the vacant room with my key number on it. The boy was following every step I took.
Finally reaching the room, I opened the door, revealing a large bed. I sat down on it, and the boy did the same, jumping onto the clean red sheets.
"What's your name?" I asked him after I had closed the door and sat back down.
"Horus", he said shyly. He had a bit of an accent, which was uncommon for this area.
...Follow in his footsteps.
"Well, Horus... Have you ever tried this?"

~FIN~

The farmlands buzzed by through the large glass windows of the U-Haul truck. In the passenger seat, a girl lay asleep, long auburn hair strewn across the back of her cushioned seat. An older-looking woman was at the wheel of the truck, brown eyes drooping as they grew closer to their destination. Her hands fiddled with the dial as the volume on the radio was turned up.
"Good Afternoon, Atlantic County!", a sing-songy voice said. The girl in the passenger seat opened her blue eyes slowly as the weather forecast for the next day came over the truck's speakers.
"Mom, do you always have to wake me up like that?", she said. The girl yawned, and her mom chuckled.
"Fiona, this is how I always wake you up"
"Leave me alone", Fiona mumbled. She attempted to cover her face with her long hair, while her mother laughed again.
"You're going to have to wake up soon, anyways. We're almost there"
Fiona looked up through the side window and saw a faded green sign - Welcome to Egg Harbor Township. She rubbed her freckled cheeks as the suburbs came into view.
"So, this is where we're going to live?"
"Yes. Our house is on Timber Drive", her mom said as the van turned into a small suburban development - Great Pines South.
Houses painted in various shades of brown and blacktop driveways surrounded by pine trees appeared on all sides of the small orange U-Haul truck. It made another turn, this time onto a street marked 'Dead End'.
"Is this our street?", Fiona asked. Her mother nodded as the truck pulled into a driveway with several larger trucks already there.
"We're here", her mom said. She stopped the truck, unbuckled and stepped out. Fiona did the same, watching as people dressed in brown suits moved their furniture into their new home.
"Excuse me, miss", a man's voice said. Fiona's mother turned around. A man in a black button-down shirt handed her a piece of paper on a clipboard and a pen. "Sign here, please"
Fiona's mother scribbled her name on the line on the bottom of the paper. Fiona smiled. She knew that signature anywhere - it looked like gibberish, but it really said 'Joan Taylor'.
"Thank you, ma'am", the man said. He grabbed the clipboard and pen and walked away, motioning for Fiona and her mother to follow.
"This is your new home", the man said, smiling. He gestured to the beige house in front of them. There were stone steps leading up to the door, and Joan walked up to the white entrance and asked the man for the housekey. He obliged, and she opened the door.
"It's beautiful", she said. The red carpet and white paint looked brand new, as if they had just been put in that day. She walked inside. "Fiona, come see the house"
"In a minute, mom", she called back. Fiona was busy at the side yard, looking at a large spot where no grass seemed to be growing. She kneeled down and drew a smiley face into the dirt.
"Hey! What're you doing digging up my grave!?", a man's voice shouted. Fiona looked up in alarm, seeing an old, bearded man holding a shovel looking down at her.
"N-nothing, sir", Fiona stuttered. "I didn't know that was where you were buried. Please, forgive me"
"Why should I?", the man yelled back. "I don't go around digging where you're buried, do I!?"
"Sir, I think you're confused. I'm not a-"
The man brought his shovel down with such force that Fiona shrunk back, even if she knew it couldn't hurt her. She then noticed the man staring at her, and pretended to faint.
"Serves her right", the bearded man said. He faded from view, and Fiona opened her eyes. Blowing her blunt bangs out of her face, she saw a boy around her age looking down at her.
"What were you doing?"
"Nothing", Fiona said, shivering. It was November, and the sun was starting to set. Fiona was surprised it wasn't snowing.
"No, I mean, who were you talking to?", the boy asked. Fiona looked up at the boy, who stroked the black bangs covering one eye out of the way so he could see better.
"Nobody"
"Why are you laying on the ground, then?"
Fiona was at a loss for words. She had been able to explain talking to spirits before, but fainting because of one?
She heard her mom calling her again. "I'll tell you later", Fiona said. The boy looked at her, puzzled, then turned away,  his jacket blowing in the cold breeze.