Denaro Fairchild Journal

Remember me, Denaro the Neglected? Yeah, I didn't think you would. This summer my life has gotten so crazy, it almost makes me nostalgic for last year, life was pretty normal.

First of all, my Mom has gotten all weird on us. She's taken a job as an Exorcist, of all things, and is always at the cemetery, crying about her late father, Robert.

I had never seen my mother cry over anything but money before.

She brought home this creepy looking thing from work, and mumbled that when she knew enough she would use it to bring back my grandfather. Yeah, told ya she was weird.

The scary thing is I think she really believes she can do it! She's always studying and reading, more neglectful than she was before, if that's possible.

Another failure in my life is James, our butler. He's pretty much useless, I have to admit.

And speaking of useless; topping that list would be my father's famous Sim Safety Burglar Alarm.

The "alarm" never went off, it's a good thing Dad is such a light sleeper.

Atleast the RRPD does their job right, they arrested the perpetrator and were on their way back to jail within minutes.

But trust me, my life still stinks!!!

My brother Franc grew up and seems to be as big of a buffoon as our father. They both overheated in this beautiful summer weather, I mean, hello, get a drink of water!

Oh yeah, I grew up too.

The first thing I did was give James a big tip. He may not be the most attentive butler, but he's still my only friend. If I've learned anything from my fortune-minded parents it's that money buys everything.

Oh, and the epitome of my horrendous summer?

Needless to say, I won't be going near that telescope again. I just can't wait until I'm old enough to escape this place and go to college. My life has to get better there!

That's me, Denaro the Neglected. Growing up in my pajamas in the bedroom. Daddy came running to see me at the last minute. Mom was nowhere to be found, as usual.

As soon as I could, I ran outside to show James. James loves me. I might marry James, one day.

For some unexplained reason, Mom likes playing with Franc. Atleast playing with him more than she does with me. Which isn't saying much, really.

Even though we're twins, I grew up alone, and Franc got a party.

With aunts and cousins and friends, and everything!!!

Although Daddy still worked, even at the party. He never stops. Ever.

Even my aunt Pammy's dog gets more attention here than I do! I can't wait till my next birthday, I might just run away when I'm big enough!