My name is Willow Collins. I'm a twin. I like to think that I'm a bear. And also - I have a story. And I'm going to tell it, even if no one will listen. 

Out of me and Chase, my twin brother, I was born second, and because my dad was holding Chase I had my mum to hold me. Apparently I cried a lot as a baby, but Mum and Dad always knew how to make me happy again. All they had to do was take us to the woods behind our house, and immediately I would stop crying and try to scramble out of their arms. The funny thing was, that it never worked from Chase. To stop him crying you just had to dump him in a wardrobe full of clothes and he'd be happy. Dad always teases us because we weren't normal babies - but then, Callery-Aikens are never very normal. Too much drama. And despite having Dad's surname, I'm a Callery-Aiken too. 

I don't know why I've always looked like a baby bear. When I became a toddler Mum put my hair in buns like bear ears, and Grandma dressed me in brown, beary dresses. Dad let me use his workout equipment after I had too many muffins, and Grandpa  taught me how to play football. And then there's my half-sister Noelle - my mum's daughter from another relationship. It's always been kind of awkward between me and her, since we are both Mum's only daughter from two different men, but Noelle's alright. A bit mean and snappy, but she's pretty cool. 

I've always been amazed by how much family I have, and how it all started with two Sims - Great-Grandma Clare and Great-Grandpa Ali. Most of my best friends are related to me! The ones who aren't are really jealous, because we get to go to each others birthday parties without question, which is totally awesome!

I think I've said enough about me. I have a story to tell, remember? Let's start on the 3rd of November, when I was 16 . .