Intro : Hey everyone just wanted to give you guys a little shout out and say that this is my first sim story, so my pictures are not the best. However am currently doing the second chapter and have made a few adjustments. I've used some tricks and made the pictures larger and the quailty will be much better the next time around, I promise. With that I present you, The Emily Bronson Chronicles. I hope to hear your feedback and really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing this story. Hopefully youll want to read more and as long as you do, I'll continue to write more.



CHAPTER 1: LIFE OR SOMETHING LIKE IT.

If they ever had to make bio story about me, it would be called, “Life in the Cubical. An Emily Bronson Story.” But then again who would want to write about boring little me? Emily Bronson. The shy girl In the back of the class. The smart and nerdy little girl from Foothills’. Face it Em, you’re a nobody. Oh well life could get a lot worse right? Or maybe it was just about too…….



PRESENT DAY

Here we go again Em, another day in the cubical! WooHoo! Someone throw the confetti! Like I said, this is my life. What you thought I was joking? Jokes are for comedians.





Work-Alcoholic? Check. Boring? Check. Wonderful life? Hmm, guess I’ll have to answer that one later. Emily Bronson sat there in her little cubical puzzled, wondering if she could go back in time, maybe should would. Maybe if she could go back in time she would have been “that girl.” You know, The Girl. The girl who walked around royal. The Queen B as they called it. But the truth was, Emily Bronson would never be that girl. She could never go back in time and her life was a dull existence. Emily is the kind of girl who can’t stand up for herself.



Speaking of Queen Bee’s, here comes Cruella De’vil herself. Yes if the devil was a female it would have been Betty Prado. Sim Corp’s Very own new COO. After Mrs. Sterling died, Betty was promoted and it seems she was going to be making some new adjustments. VERY SOON. Betty strolled over to Emily. “Emily, I need to see you in my office.” Betty was gone before she could even rise. GOODNESS, she probably forgot to bring up those files to her last night. I knew I forgot something. Emily quickly pulled out her book of records.



"Good afternoon Ms.Prado. You wanted to see me?"

"Yes Emily take a seat."





“As the brand new chief operating officer here at Sim Corp. It is my job to create and maintain a positive flow of work by utilizing my resources and facilities of what I have available. There for your services are no longer available. You can pick your last check up at the front office.” Emily sat there shocked. “Ms. Prado I don’t understand? I mean how-“ Before she could continue she was cut off.

“What don’t you understand Ms. Bronson? Your services are no longer needed. Now Good day Ms. Bronson.”



How could this happen? I mean what did I do wrong? I know I have a boring life but if there was one good thing that I was good at it was my job!” Suddenly she heard Betty walking over to her. Emily began to cry harder and harder. Maybe she was going to give her job back again. Psshh yea right. Or maybe she was going to comfort her.



"Oh by the way, don’t forget to clean out your cubical."

[Emily looks at the reader]
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?



Okay, so I got a little rowdy earlier….its okay. Am having a bad day. I lost my job for god sakes. Emily arrives at her cozy coz apartment.



I mean…its not easy when you loose your job. What was I suppose to do scream and slap Betty? Hmmm that would have been nice. How am I going to tell Brad?



She sat there in her car. Wondering how her dearly beloved boyfriend was going to take the news. It was times like these Emily wished she was a smoker. But Emily wasn’t that type of girl. Not one bit. “Brad…I lost my job.” That was simple right? “Honey…I lost my job.” She sat there saying lines to her self over and over.
Emily walked into her little cozy apartment. Which smelled like lavender. But for some reason it smelled different today. She heard a noise. A noise that sounded like laughter.”BRAD?” she said in a soft mild tone.



Emily walked into the her room hoping to find Brad there watching tv. However she walked in only to find her dearly beloved boyfriend with another woman.





"Whats going on here Brad?"



Brad and this mysterious woman parted. Emily stood there stunned, shocked. She couldn’t believe it. First her job now this? Stand up for yourself Em. She thought to herself. But she didn’t. She couldn’t, Emily wasn’t that strong of a person. Brad strode over to her. “WHATS YOUR PROBLEM!?” She had to snap herself to back to simality. “Excuse me?” he sighed. “Cant you knock? Huh? This realtionship is over! Its been over. In fact, get out my apartment! GET OUT! OUT!”



“Wait?What? Brad…I..I..I don’t understand.” She threw her hands on top of her hand as if her head was going to explode.



"No you don’t understand. GET OUT! LEAVE. BIZ OUNCE. ADIOS!”




But instead of standing up for herself. She looked down to the floor and left. Left to nowhere. Just as she was a nowhere nobody.