Youre different chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own the Simpsons. If I did I wouldn't have to write this fanfiction.
A/N: You probably hate me. I know, it took me really long to update. Sorry 'bout that. But it was kinda boring to write last chapter, so I wasn't all that excited. But now I made it funnier to write. You'll know what I mean. Again, sorry.
Lisa woke up. She hadnt slept well, even her dreams were filled with Nelson. She yawned and jumped down on the cold floor. It send shivers down her back.
After putting on her clothes, she walked downstairs. Mom was making pancakes for breakfast today. She sat down next to Maggie, and listened to her parents yells. Homer had been out all night, probably at Moes. He hadnt come home before now, and looked pretty wasted, with shadows underneath his eyes. Every time Mom didnt look, he fell asleep.
Lisa didnt really care. Her dad did this about once a week. She finished her breakfast and walked upstairs to find her schoolbag. She scowled, when she saw her chemistry book was missing.
Whats wrong, little sis? Not in the mood to go to school today? Bart was standing in the doorway, leaning against the door frame.
No, Bart. You havent seen my chemistry book, right? Lisa asked, whitout turning around.
Hmm..I dont know. Is it this one? He laughed and held up her book.
Bart! Give it back! She yelled, and jumped on top of him. She managed to pin his arms down, and grabbed the book.
Youre such a douche bag, Bart Lisa stated before walking to the school bus.
The ride was uneventful, except for Otto almost crashing into a truck, he was still a bit high from last night.
Lisa took her seat, just as the bell rang. School hadnt changed in five years, it was still ugly, as always.
Ms. Hoover walked in. She looked pretty wasted, and Lisa wondered if all the adults in Springfield had been out last night.
Shh...Silence! Ms. Hoover rubbed her forehead, obviously having a hangover. Today, were gonna work on a project with ninth grade. Theyll be here any minute
There was heard a knock on the door. Ms. Krabappel and Ms. Hoover exchanged tired smiles.
Team up with someone. Choose a subject and make something with it Ms. Krabappel said, and sat down beside Ms, Hoover at the teachers desk. They should probably complain to each other abo...More Cartoon Sex Stories...
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