High School Years

Days of our Bart

Bart Simpson hadn't changed, not really. He was taller, a little slimmer, and his hair was a little longer but in attitude and personality Bart hadn't changed. He was still the hell raiser he always was. The biggest difference was his new surroundings: Springfield High.

Yep, Bart made it out of Springfield Elementary; he wasn't even ever held back a grade. Neither was one of his best friends Nelson Muntz, though many believed it was because Skinner and the teachers wanted to make sure both of them were out of school as soon as possible; and if that meant changing the grades a little, so be it.

And both soon became big men on campus just like Elementary. Unfortunately for their reps their parents and the staff in Springfield High actually cared about both of their futures. Both were put into an after school study program, and both were actually getting a C average.

Lisa was skipped ahead a year and entered into Springfield High a year after Bart did. The siblings were getting along, though neither wanted to hang out with the other much anymore. Lisa was tied with Martin Prince as the school's top student.

Milhouse was the same geek as he always was.

And now Bart was entering his final year of school, most of Springfield wondered what the future held for the oldest Springfield sibling. What Bart didn't know was this would be his most complicated year yet.

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Bart, Lisa and the rest of the students piled out of the bus as it reached Springfield High. The school was large, old, and paint on the outside was chipping, but at least it still had a sweet air hockey table.

Lisa turned to her bother as they approached the building. "Taking your first step of your final year, make me proud brother…or at least try to try to make me proud." She offered. Bart rolled his eyes at the comment, same old Lisa. She wore her hair down rather than spike it, but she was the same little know it all.

"Whatever." Was Bart's only response, his interest in the conversation was gone when he entered the school and spotted a familiar face.

"Ach, not-so-wee brats! Can't you be wiping your filthy shoes before walking on Willie's clean floors ya hormone-carrying-spoiled-hooligans?" Said the thick Scottish voice of Groundskeeper Willie.

"Willie?" Bart looking confused to see his old Elementary school's janitor. "Why are you here?"

"Ach, I'm teaching haggis making 101…Yee daft? I'm doing what I'm always doing, just in a new pit." Wille responded as he pointed to his mop and bucket. "The Elementary traded me to this school for a Tassimo, so Willie left a little of his own 'special blend' in before he left."

Lisa looked ill but Bart laughed wildly imagining what the expression on Skinner's face would be if he ever found out Willie's final revenge prank.

"Now be off ta class with ya, sooner Willie finishes, the sooner he can return to the break room. They actually let Willie eat the donuts here." Willie returned to his mopping, and both Bart and Lisa were on there way to class.

"Well see you back at home Bart, please don't do anything to bad to your new teachers, just take it easy on them for the first day." Lisa requested sincerely. Bart patted his sister on the back.

"I'm afraid that's up to them sis, if they try to teach it's my duty to stick up for my right to underachieve." It was Lisa's turn to roll her eyes at Bart for that statement. She made her way to her class while Bart turned to his locker. "36, 24, 36." He said to himself as he entered the combination on the lock. He grabbed a few things and put his bag in the locker.

"Well hello Bart." A new voice said behind Bart. Bart gulped, he knew that voice, he knew it to well.

"Jessica." He let out before turning to face the bane of his life so far. "Wha-wha-wha-what are-are-are-"

"Oh Bart, you're cute when you stumble. What am I doing here and not at my boarding school? Dad agreed to let me have my final year at a public school, it just took a little convincing that I'd changed." Jessica responded in her typical fashion.

"So…you've changed?" Bart asked hopefully.

"Nope, I'm still the same girl you know and love." Jessica pushed up closure to Bart who pressed back towards the lockers further. "I got some Duff in my bag, wanna forget class and have some real fun?"

"Uh…Gee Jessica…the thing is…you use to make me really miserable and if you haven't change then-" Bart started but was cut off.

"Then what? You know you can't resist me, make it easy on yourself and give up now." Jessica said with a cocky grin.

Bart slipped down towards the floor and darted off to class. "Nice seeing you again Jessica, why don't we talk again in another four years."

Jessica huffed as she watched him run down the hall. "Fine, we'll do this the hard way Bart."

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Bart gasped for breath as he finally entered his first class: Drama, one of his favorite courses because it contained the least amount of paper work.

He sat down next to Milhouse and Nelson, both greeted him. He let out a sigh of relief, at least he had managed to get away from Jessica for the moment, he really doubted he could resist her for long though. Suddenly a man bursted in through the class room door.

"Hey, hey! Who's ready to learn drama!?" Bart's eyes widened a little, it was Krusty the clown.

Krusty, his idol of comedy, had disappeared a couple of years ago after low ratings cancelled his show. There were a lot of rumors about what happened to the clown: Krusty died in a car accident, he joined the mob, he got plastic surgery and became Rusty the clown (who's show replaced Krusty's), but here he was.

"You're our teacher?" Bart managed to ask despite his shock.

"Sure am." Krusty then groaned and looked to the floor. "This is what I get for all the investing in Fox."

Bart smiled. With Krusty as he teacher he was sure he could survive Jessica Lovejoy.

"Is this Drama?" A new voice belonging to a stunning blond girl asked. She had just entered the class room and was staring at her timetable.

Krusty nodded. "Sure is Greta, you dad said you'd be here. Take your pick of the seats."

That name clicked to Bart. Greta, Greta Wolfcastle. The girl locked eyes with him for a moment before frowning and taking a seat as far away from him as possible. Clearly Greta hadn't forgiven Bart for his treatment of her years ago.

"Now class, I'd like to teach you about a standard sitcom premise, it's called the 'overly improbable plot twist'." Krusty started.

Bart groaned to himself. This was going to be a long semester indeed.

To be continued folks!

AN: Hey, hey! Hope you like the first chapter in what will turn into a love triangle story. If you don't remember Greta she's Rainer Wolfcastle's daughter from the episode 'The Bart Wants What it Wants'. Review please….No flames folks, but creative criticism is always welcome.