Shoujo-ai (girlXgirl romance), angsting for angst sake (I've admit it! Now let me go), set in the future.
Author's Note: Now that the warnings are out of the way I must say if you don't like any of the above please press the back button and not the review submit button. Remember I warned you.
Now on with the show!
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Lisa Simpson, your average 16 year old outcast, unpopular, called uncool and often left out of the social circle. But not it really matter much to her, she was use to such things.
At the moment she was getting out of school, she avoided the crowds from the get go and waited for the bus. Today the more popular kids must be trying to figure what's in, what's not and what retro, Lisa lifted her head up a bit more then usual.
When the bus came and she got on she headed towards the back, for the rest of the ride everything was pretty normal.
Getting off the bus though she felt someone try to place a kick me sign on her, she removed it the second the bus doors closed behind her and drove away.
Lisa sighed as she walked through the front door and found her father, Homer, sleeping on the couch. Lisa didn't say anything as she tipped toed passed him and up the stairs, she felt sorry since the plant has been going into overtime for the heat wave.
She pass Bart's empty room, it has been a while since they last heard from him.
He left about three years ago, he had just disappeared without warning. This affected her mother, Marge, a lot. After so many failed searches she's became a bit with drawn and hard to deal with, one minute she's worse then a mother hen then she becomes bitchzilla.
Since she's not home to Lisa's knowledge and Homer is on the couch then it would mean Marge is in Rage Mode, this also meant that she could be out ether gambling or drinking.
Lisa checked on her baby sister, Maggie, she was doing her homework and seem not to notice her.
Finally she reached her room, inside there wasn't really much to look at except for a shelf of psychology books and a old computer on her desk.
She kept her more important items such as her diary, photos and magazines that were, for some strange reason, banned by her mother in verious hiding places like under a few boxes in her closet, behind her book shelf and a loose floor board under her bed.
Tossing her backpack onto the bed and taking a seat in front of her computer she took a quick look out the window and saw the infamous second car up into the driveway.
With a shutter she thought The bitch is back.