#silentpinessave

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dear, @silentpinessave : thank you for this beautiful base game save. you did a great job using limited items and making this feel realistic. the creators who inpsired you to make this save are some of my favorite. while i see their influences, ia dmire your ability to be authentic and show us your own creativity as well. hands down, amazing work!

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Miss Washington___________

Hey, I’m Chantel. I’m 28, I teach high school English over at Beaumont Davies Charter in Copperdale, and if you ask my students, I probably do a little too much. I laugh in class, sing in class, dance in class, and for sure fuss in class. But my babies learn, so I guess it works. I’ve always loved stories. English, history, music, people, all of it. I’m one of those people who genuinely wants to know where somebody comes from, what shaped them, what made them who they are. I think that’s why teaching came so naturally to me. My mama taught. My grandmother taught… in her own way. I guess it was always in me.

I’m originally from Silent Pines. Small town. Midwest. The kind of place where if you act up in public, somebody’s calling your grandma before you even make it home. I left after college swearing I’d never come back. Not because I hated it. I just wanted more. More life. More movement. More noise.

And I got it.

I found my people. My line sisters. My girls. Alpha Theta Nu, Line VII, the Blue and Golds. I fell in love. Got my heart broke. Traveled. Stayed out a little longer than I should’ve. Lived. I built a life for myself, and for a while, I really thought I had everything figured out.

Then last year happened.

I lost both of my parents in an electrical fire. Overnight. And if I’m being honest… that shit broke me. I stopped eating. Stopped answering calls. Stopped showing up for work, for my friends, for myself. I was lying to people, telling them I was okay, telling them I was just tired, telling them I was still teaching when I hadn’t stepped foot in my classroom in months.

My line sisters were the first ones to realize how bad it really was. They pulled up, cleaned me up, fed me, loved me, sat with me, fussed at me, and when I kept lying and saying I was fine… they called my grandmother, Natoya.

That woman moved right in, took over my kitchen, my laundry, my life… and honestly, she saved me. She lost her daughter and still found the strength to show up for me every single day. That kind of love changes you.

So now… I’m teaching again. I’m back with my babies. Back in the classroom. Back trying. Some mornings I’m still up before my alarm, sitting with my coffee, listening to my dog Kenzo snore like he got somewhere to be. Some days I still need five minutes before I can pour into anybody else.

I don’t have everything figured out. But I got my people.

And right now… that’s enough.