Pick'N'Mix Mods for The Sims 2

9 - Hugs And Kisses

Helen sat in her tutor room, lost in thought.

"Miss O'Stuart! If you wouldn't mind joining us", said her tutor, "the Deputy-Head wants to see you".

"Ooos", "Ahhhs" and giggles went around the room in equal measure.

Helen was shocked, she'd never once been in trouble at school.

"Now, Miss O'Stuart."

She grabbed her bag and left the room.

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Arriving at the deputy's office, she knocked and waited.

"Come!"

She opened the door and entered.

"You wanted to see me, Sir?"

"I rarely want to see anyone, but I need to see you."

Helen mulled over the possible responses and settled for 'dumb obedience'.

"Is that your car?", he pointed over his shoulder.

"Yes Sir", she replied

"And you drove to school today?"

'Clearly, as it hasn't flow here by itself', she thought. "Yes Sir", she replied.

"And you have permission from your parents to drive to school?"

She could lie, but that was so easily checked it was ridiculous to even consider doing so, "No Sir", she replied.

She could see a smile starting to form - a bit like a crocodile before it strikes.

"Sir, I only started here last week. I didn't know I needed permission, Sir"

"Ah, ... yes, ... indeed", the proto-smile retreated, "so you did."

He rummaged in a drawer. "Get this signed", he said, waving a sheet of paper towards her, "You can go".

"Thank you Sir", she said, taking the paper, and turned to leave.

"One more thing. That's the staff car-park, student parking is through the rear gate."

"Sorry Sir", she said, "I'll remember that tomorrow, Sir."

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Later that evening, while packing away her homework, Helen remembered the form. She went in search of her father; Mum could be a bit over-protective about this kind of thing.

She found him pouring over documents spread across the dining table.

"Dad", she said, and waited for him to respond.

He looked up.

"Can you sign this please", she said, placing the form in front of him.

"What is it?"

"I need permission to drive to school, you need to sign at the bottom."

"Woah there, young lady! Think of the environmental impact if everyone drove to school. You can stick with the bus."

'Good old Dad', Helen thought, 'predictably playing the Environment Card. Mum would have played the Safety Card, and that trumps pretty much everything.'

"It makes me sick", she said, a slight quiver to her voice.

"You don't get travel sick", he said, handing the form back, "you can use the bus."

"See you tomorrow at 8am then", she said in her best little girl voice.

"What?"

"You'll need to drive me to school. The bus really does make me sick." It wasn't technically lying - the bus did make her sick, just not from its motion.

He looked up at her. He knew the look on her face - she'd inherited it from her mother - and he also knew he'd already lost this argument.

"Give it here", he said resignedly. He scrawled his signature and handed it back, "anything else?"

"Just this", she said, giving him a big hug and a kiss.

"I don't get as many of those as I used to", he laughed, "now you're all grown up."

Helen gave him a super-duper hug for good measure.

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