Like a lot of you people say this: Disclaimer: I don't own the Simpsons. That would be cool, but I don't. So, I guess I'll say it.

Invoked Forth is about how Lisa goes through her life wishing that something hadn't been done.

New Years Revelation

December 31st, 2007. 11:55 p.m.

Lisa was sitting at home on the couch looking at family photos. Her husband, Michael Drake, was getting ready for the new year. He looked over his shoulder and saw that his wife was about to cry. Michael went over to comfort Lisa.

"What's wrong? Every year you sit here looking at this scrap book." Michael said, taking the book out of her hands. "What's so special about it?" He flipped through the pages.

Lisa grabbed it out of his hands with force. "It might just be a book to you, but it's something special to me." She closed it and put it back on the shelf. There was something special about this book, more like different. This book had always missed something. It missed a very important being. It missed Bart.

The time now read 11:59, with twenty seconds to go.

"Come on Lisa, cheer with me." Michael pulled her off her seat and started counting down. "Ten, nine."

"Mike I really don't want to." Lisa just sat down, and thought about what she'd down, about what she'd done on December 31st, 1998.

"Five, four, three."

Lisa mumbled something under he breath. She put her head into her hands.

"Two, one!" Mike cheered. He picked up Lisa and started hugging her. "What's wrong, every single New Year you're like this. Tell me what is wrong."

"I told you nothing." Lisa couldn't keep that inside, she had to say something, or do something. She broke down crying.

December 18th, 1998.

Lisa was thirteen, she was in seventh grade. Bart, at that time, was in ninth grade. Lisa hadn't changed at all, really. But Bart had changed. He liked to play pranks way too much now. The more and more pranks he pulled, the more and more Lisa got fed up. Because most of them were on her.

Lisa and Bart had just got home from school, when Milhouse came knocking on the door.

"Who could that be?" Bart chuckled. He was about to crack up.

Lisa looked at him, and rolled her eyes. "I'll get it." Obviously Lisa didn't notice Bart's strange behavior. He was strange all the time. Lisa opened the door, and Bart fell on the floor laughing.

"Uh, hi, Lisa. I'm ready." Milhouse said holding out flowers for Lisa.

"Ready for... what?" She wanted to glare at Bart so badly, but she didn't want to be rude.

"Our... date." Milhouse looked round Bart to see him still laughing hysterically. Milhouse drop the flowers and scratched his head. "There is no date, is there?"

"No... sorry 'bout that." Lisa closed the door on Milhouse. She turned around sharply."Bart!" She ran towards him. He was still cracking up.

"Uh, oh." He got up and started running towards the kitchen. "What did I do?" He laughed, wiping a tear from his eye.

"What did you do? You did everything wrong. You've always ruined everything for me!" Lisa screamed. She jumped on the table and tackled Bart.

"Whoa, don't have a cow man!" Bart squeezed out of Lisa's clutch and slid to the staircase, to see that Homer was coming down stairs. "Move it, Homer." Bart squeezed past him.

"God, Bart, you're dead." Without seeing Homer, Lisa ran into him. "Dang it. Sorry dad." She patted him on the head and started running for Bart again.

"What the heck are you kids doing!?" Homer yelled. He picked up his doughnuts and continued walking down the steps. "I knew I shouldn't have had kids." He muttered to himself.

"Dang, Lisa. You're not giving up without a fight this time." Bart ran into his room and locked the door. Lisa ran down the hall and ran into Bart's door.

"Ow!" Lisa fell backwards. Bart opened the door slightly, to see his sister rubbing her forehead.

"Here, let me help you up." Bart said sarcastically. Bart reached out for a hand, when Lisa tried to grab it... "Psyche." Lisa fell back on her butt.

"Bart!" Lisa got up, Bart closed his door. "I'll get you, no matter what it takes."

Janurary 1st, 2008

"Lisa! Are you okay?" Mike ran down to her.

"No! It didn't come true! It didn't come true!" Lisa cried. She was shaking.

"What didn't come true? What didn't come true!"

"It didn't come true!" Lisa screamed.

"I get that, but what didn't come true." Now Mike's voice was calm and soothing again.

"You're still here, this house is still here. It didn't come true."

"You want me to leave, do you want to move?" Mike was so confused. What the heck were they even talking about.

"I want him back. It's been too long." Lisa's voice was quiet, but shaky.

"Who's 'him'? Is there someone I should know about?" Mike got up and looked at her with one eye brow raised.

Lisa chuckled. That was the first chuckle she did all day. And normally she was a pretty easy going girl. "No, 'him' is my brother."

"Huh? I didn't know you had a brother."

"That's the point, no one knows I have a brother except me."

"What?" Mike looked at her like she was crazy. "Is there something here I'm not getting?"

"Yeah, pretty much. That's why I didn't want to tell you. I knew you would think I was crazy." Lisa got up and got her scrap book. "Look through the pages. You'll see what I mean."

Mike went through them, and didn't see what was so bad. "I don't see anything. Only you, Maggie, Homer and Marge."

"Exactly."

"But that can't make me believe that you have a brother." Mike said.

"Well, shouldn't you believe your wife?" Lisa smirked.

"I don't know... y'know they tend to be liars."

"Hey! I've never lied to you in my life." Lisa hit him in the shoulder. She was smiling. Every New Years for ten years has been complete misary. For once after the accident, she was feeling happy inside.

"I know, I know. Anyway, what's the story with you and your 'brother'?" Mike put air quotes around "brother".

"He's real! But it's a long story." Lisa smiled crookedly.

"We have time. We have the rest of our lives, time."

"Maybe..."

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