FEGG - G8 - Cosmo - Prologue

 For about eight years ago, this was me. Cosmo Bookworm.

A little girl. Lying in her moms arms. She didn't know what she had to face back then. That's who I wish I still were. Because that was the time mom cared.

Atleast for a while.

 Then I grew up. I became around 2 years old. That was when my parents stopped caring.

You may think that's unbelievable. Well. I can tell, that my dad liked me. But he didn't want to take care about me alone. And both mom and dad, if I should call them that, had work to do.

 I could be left alone in my crib, in my dark little room, for hours.

It was a nightmare.

 I even remember that I could cry for hours. The tears never stopped flowing. 

Even if I screamed the hardest I could, no one came. I felt so alone.

And I couldn't talk either. No one taught me that. Just easy words like "mom" "dad" and "food". 

 But after several hours, my dad could come. He looked so sad when he saw me. But I never knew why. It was his choice to leave me there. Or was he just sad that I existed? That I came to this world?

When I was that little, I didn't knew about how much my parents didn't like me. Just as soon as mom or dad came to me, and gave me attention, I forgave them. Easy as that. 

 Sometimes when I was hungry and my dad came and picked me up, he could put me in the highchair, before going down to get something to eat for me.

Or atleast I believed.

 I sat in that stupid chair. Happy over getting food soon. I knew that dad knew I was hungry, becaue I could say "food". And he could nod and say "yes, sweetie. You'll get food.".

So of course he knew I wanted food!

 But my stomach screamed and I started to feel sick. And that was when I realised that he wouldn't come back.

He usually forgot me. Because when he came upstairs several hours later, and saw me crying or sleeping in that stupid chair, he could scream "oh my godness, I'm so sorry!" and then he ran down after food.

He did care. At least more than mom did.

 But I had toys. I was happy about that. What would a kid without toys do? Probably tear down the whole place.

But now, I'm sitting here. Eight years later. I don't play with my toys anymore, and I'm not even trapped in a chair or a crib.

My parents aren't home, they're always, ALWAYS, out. Only time I can see them is when I wake up for school.

Not that it bothers me. I'm used to being alone.

And I have bought a lot of books. I love to read, especially romance books. That's my new passion in my life. The only thing I keep on living for.

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(sorry for this depressing chapter! xD)

Generation 8: Romance

"The love songs were the best part of their music, blah the other stuff."

You always listened to your parent's music, but it was the love songs that went straight to your heart. Let's just say they made you cry sometimes.

Challenges:

Have hopeless romantic trait

If you have Ambitions, be Dramatic

The other romantic traits are optional

Can have affairs, romantic flings, etc.

Have at least one child

Read only Romance books