"Why you little!" Homer cried. Bart span round and punched his dad in the face.

"Bart! Don't punch your farther in the face!" Marge growled, "you're in enough trouble already!"

Bart was nineteen and had just broken the news to his family had he was going to court. Marge had taken it pretty wellBart thought. Instead of crying like she did when Bart was sent to juvie she seemed more angry this time. Lisa was out at university and had not yet heard the news. Marge decided to phone her. Homer cowered in the corner shielding his face from his son and whimpering softly.

"Pethetic," Bart said as he turned away.

"Just where do you think you're going?" Said Marge, grabbing his collar. Bart was a typical teenager. He was always in a bad mood and had the shortest attention span in the world.

"Well?" Said Marge expecting a reply from her inition question. Bart shrugged and lolloped upstairs. Although he had a flat with milhouse, the simpsons household was like a second home to him. He walked into his room and flung open his door.

"Bart!" Cried Maggie racing up to her older brother. Maggie admired Bart. She knew if she needed to talk about anything Bart could help. To her, he knew everything.

"Maggs!" Bart said opening his arms. The two stood hugging each other for a second, before Bart knelt down infront of her.

"Maggs, I want you to know most of anyone. I've got into trouble with the law..."

"Are you going to jail?" Said Maggie cutting him off, sounding scared.

"I don't know, that's all I'll say, I don't know."

"Guilty!"

Bart's head sank. He wandered out of the court, handcuffed and ashamed. He was placed in a cell. three months! How would he survive. He hated jail. Yes, he maybe cool, but not tough, and the ones that envied him would surely beat him to a bloody pulp.

"Yea, he's shit," said one of the three figures snarling and sneering at Bart from outside his cell. Bart wasn't listening. He was looking down, thinking deeply.

"Scumbag! Oi! Scumbag!" Shouted one of the others. Bart looked up, he was sure he recignised that voice.

"Dolph Stearbeam! Well I never!" Bart said as if he was a long lost companion.

"Bart?" Dolph was shocked, "what you doing here?" Bart's head sank again at the thought.

"Outta the way! Oi! Back to your cells!"

The three scattered.

"Simpson? You got a visitor!"

"Hey Bart, came to give you bail." The squeeky voice warmed Bart's ears. Milhouse. Had his voice actually ever broke Bart thought sometimes.

"Why'd you do it?" Asked Milhouse as the two wandered up the stairs to their flat. Bart shrugged as the two opened the door. The flat was a dump. Empty crisp packets and beer cans littered the floor. "Comunity service, eh?" Bart looked up at his friend.

"And?" He replied.

"At our old school," Milhouse hinted.

"I know, I've got to put up with another year of Skinrash!" Bart was angry now.

"When do you start?" Quized Milhouse.

"Next term."

"That's next week!"

"Duh!" Bart slapped his head with the palm of his hand. He stood up and stormed out of the flat, he needed time alone.

Sorry for the short chapter, it's just to get you into the story, please read and review. I will tell you what happened, and why Bart was sent to jail.

Charlie :)