A/N: Okay so on my profile I have pictures of the characters that I made (Emily, Joey, and Mom) and they're SIMPSONIZED! Exciting, right? I spent like forever on The Simpsons Movie website. You can go there and create your own Simpsons avatar

I will however still go through that agonizing few sentences of describing the characters at some point. Sorry loves. R&R!

Chapter One: Hello, My Name is Hopeless

Stereotypical single mother with two kids kind of family. I'm sure you're already getting a mental picture of a worn out looking middle aged woman with frizzy hair and a bad manicure. She's got a sweat outfit on and sipping some coffee in her slippers. Her kids are both druggies and burnouts who dropped out of school due to pregnancies or other shenanigans that those kinds of kids are getting into these days. One of them is drinking a blue Squishee outside of the Kwik-E-Mart and the other is shooting up heroin.

Okay, that got a bit out of hand and I apologize for that. Having an overactive imagination can do things like you had just witnessed. But that single mother family that had been described is not exactly us. Although, I do enjoy a blue Squishee as much as any other fellow Kwik-E-Mart goer. But yes, I do have a small family with just a mother and my younger brother.

She was just turning forty but you couldn't really tell by looking at her. She stayed pretty fit, had a short blonde bob haircut which was always hairsprayed to the point of being layered Kevlar. She almost always wore a dress and a pair of shiny heels. Her name was Denise Lyon and she was my mother.

Then there was the first sixteen year old kid. He and I got along incredibly well and we're rarely apart but we did have our fair share of arguments. He always wore those big and thick black framed glasses and vegan Oxford shoes. His hair was sandy blonde, the same color as mine, with a mixture of dark brown pieces which were salted in naturally. He was lanky but very tall; his legs were long and thin. His name was Joey Lyon and he was my twin brother.

Oh, and the other kid was sixteen years old. She had hair a bit past her chest which was kind of almost straight but full and thick with a slight wave to it with one dread underneath, not too visible unless you really stared. She had a few freckles spotted around her face, especially on her nose and shoulders which played on top of partially tanned skin from being outside so much. She had stormy blue eyes with a sunburst of gold in the center and stood at a tall five foot eight. Her body was busty and had a few piercings like her nose, ears, and bellybutton. She of course was me. My name is Emily Lyon and I am moving to a new town.

Thank god that's over. I never want to describe anybody again.

I feel like it would be such a cliché to admit that we were moving to a new town because my mother was transferred because of her job. So I'm going to lie to you and say that our old town shunned us for our never ending crime spree and we barely escaped with our lives. There, now I feel content with myself. This place was called Springfield. It was decently far from where we used to live in Washington but it's not too bad. I was going into my junior year in a new high school so that kept me pretty excited.

It's not like I had an exceptional amount of friends back at home, but there were a few that I knew I would miss painfully. I didn't really keep a lot of close best friends but a lot of distant pals I guess you could say.

Pals. Who says that?

My brother didn't care either. He and I were the same when it came to our social lives.

Non existent.

So we arrived at the house that we would be residing in soon a few moment after my brother began his rant on political bosses which I happily took part in. My mother however would usually just get angry and yell at us whenever he and I had powered discussions about anything political or about our vegetarianism. Typical.

The place was pretty sweet. It was a soft cream color with a dark peach shingled roof and a nice green yard with tons of bright flowers hugging the house. It had a little front porch made of dark mahogany wood and a white front door which would lead us into our future here in Springfield.

My brother and I burst from the moving trucks passenger door as quickly as humanly possible before rushing over to claim our own bedrooms.

We were stopped though by a presence of someone else watching. We skidded to a stop at the sidewalk and I immediately felt my face flush with embarrassment. The way I act around my brother, hyper, isn't exactly how I would like for other people to see me acting.

I mean not like I'm a normal Norman around other people but I don't want them thinking I'm some kind of rubber room freak.

Joey pulled on my loose charcoal Johnny Cash shirt and snickered, "Looks like the prison let out."

"Hey new kids," I looked up at the group for the first time. "Nice glasses dork."

This kid talking stood a lot taller than my brother and I, he could've been almost six feet tall but probably weighed about as much as Joey did. He had a bit of chin scruff and shoulder length straight hair which was covered by a purple beanie. Shockingly green eyes stared at us from his face and his lip was sneered up in disgust.

There were two kids next to him. One of them was larger width wise and the other was only about an inch taller than me. The wider one had a dark brown mullet going on with a lip ring. He seemed like stereotypical trailer trash. Then the other boy had orange brown hair which hung in his face and full lips. His nose was about as big as mine was. His eyes were sweeter looking than the other two. They had a flickering hazel color to them.

"What's your name asshat?" Joey challenged and I sighed.

"My name is Jimbo Jones." He seemed to be taking charge here while the other two stayed quiet. "This is Nelson and Dolph."

"What kinda parent names their kid Jimbo?" Joey laughed.

I was never really the confrontation type, but then again who is? Oh wait, my brother is. He wasn't exactly buff or tall. We were pretty much the same height except he was a few inches taller and a hell of a lot skinnier. I swear to god that kid was frail. But he had the power of words on his side and a mouth that could hardly keep up with it.

"Mine does. Shut up before I kick your ass right in front of your sister."

"Are we really doing this right now," I butted in. "C'mon Joey."

"Wait," Nelson called and I stopped. "We're just messin with you. You know, like neighborhood initiation."

"Thanks," I mumbled. "Our mom needs us to help unpack though."

"You seem all nervous," he went on.

"I'm not. I'm just," I rubbed my head. Awkward?

No.

"She's just awkward."

Thank you Joey.

"I think she's adorable," Nelson smiled and Joey snorted. "What's so funny?"

"My sister isn't adorable," he crossed his arms. "She-

I cut him off before he could even begin to tear me apart in front of these kids.

"Let's go," I dragged him over to the moving truck where we began to pull boxes off.

A/N: okay I'm terribly sorry that it was so short. But I feel a bit stuck. Please please please inbox me with some ideas or your own OC's with a bit of background info on them if you'd like. This story is really just open to anything right now.