Ever since his birthday, Charles had been thinking about fishing. He’d dabbled with it before, but now he really saw the appeal. There was just no better way to commune with nature.
One morning, he got up at dawn and teleported down to the beach behind their house to get a chance at the fish before Sunset Valley woke up.
It was just like Sim-Fu meditation: him, the water, the dawn, and his thoughts.
Until the cops hauled him in for being out before curfew.
To give you an idea of how nuts this was, let’s look at the setting.
Here’s the Sample family house, perched on a cliff above the beach.
Here Charles ran up the path back to his home, where the cop stood shouting at him. The guy didn’t even bother to come down himself.
“We can’t have ruffians the likes of you running about all hours!” the cop lectured him when he finally got back home. “Especially ones in, uh, camouflage paint to make ’em hard to see.”
Great. Nobody noticed Charles when he wanted to be seen, but when a bit of invisibility would have been nice, he got screwed.
“Now get in the car, and I’ll take you home.”
“I AM home,” Charles pointed out. Then, more quietly, “Doofus.”
“What’d you call me?”
“Well, we’ll see what your folks have to say about this.”
Zahra, who was hauled in from her morning gardening, looked from Charles to the cop and back again. “You picked him for FISHING before curfew?” she asked. “Really? Don’t you have real troublemakers to arrest somewhere? You know his stepdad is detective on the force too, don’t you?”
“Um, no ma’am.”
That’s Sunset Valley’s finest for you.
(Seriously, teens wish to go out after curfew all the time. How on earth do you NOT get caught?? I canceled Zahra lecture because the whole thing was so silly and it would have made them all late for school/work.
This chapter is super-short b/c I thought it was funny, and it didn’t line up with anything else thematically. Going to get another one out quick while I have time.)