"Where the Lisa is."
By Quick-n-Popular
Chapter One: The Falling of Lisa Simpson.
From the diary of Lisa Simpson:
Hello, diary, it's me, Lisa, your absent scriber. I apologize for my tardiness for telling you about my life but with all that has followed me for over the past ten years, a lot of which, I've been reluctant to talk about. Starting from the beginning, I successfully accomplished graduating from Springfield Elementary School. Receiving the highest grades possible and not to mention repeating the same feat in Middle School. Junior High went by in a blur and then High School. Some people say High School is one of the most memorable times of your life. Life as a different opinion, also the choices that we make, which counter that opinion. One person changed my life and sadly not for the better…
The year is 1992, and the Simpson household remains all the more quiet. On the second floor, in the bathroom, leaning next to the door, a young shorthaired girl is crying. Her name is Lisa and clutched in her hand is a stick with a positive plus sign showing in blue. Lisa's been in that position for over an hour and the tears haven't stopped. She does hold them, however, as a pounding knock emits from the door.
"Lisa! C'mon, I need to shave!"
Her brother Bart continued to pound until Lisa got up and hid the stick as she opened the door.
"It's all yours." She said quietly as she left.
Bart's demeanor had changed as he saw the look upon her face.
"Hey, Lise, is everything ok?"
Lisa didn't answer him, instead, retreated back to her room. Lisa sat down on her bed and brought back the stick in front of her. Tears flowed to her eyes, again, and she curled herself into a ball on her bed.
Two hours later, she was on the school bus heading for school. She dazily looked out the window as the town passed by. She ignored all of the greetings made to her on the bus, still staring at the world outside. Upon arriving at the school, she walked past her friends Janey, Alison, and Alex and walked towards the outside lockers of the School. Standing outside of the School smoking Laramie Cigarettes, with two guys was Milhouse.
Milhouse looked at her for a moment and then made a hushed whisper to the two other guys beside him. The two left and Milhouse extinguished his smoke against the side of the building.
"Hey, Lisa-baby, how've you been doin?"
Lisa walked up to him, looking down, she said, "I'm pregnant, Milhouse."
Milhouse's mouth dropped. He looked around as if under the suspicion someone might be overhearing them. He then looked at Lisa again as if she was going to take back the statement and declare the whole thing a joke. She didn't.
Lisa looked up at him again. A tear came to her left eye.
"What're we going to do, Milhouse?"
Milhouse fished another smoke from his pack and placed it in his mouth.
Milhouse took a quick drag and rubbed his eyes, "Are you sure?"
Lisa nodded.
Milhouse then shrugged, "Get rid of it."
Lisa's eyes went wide.
"What? Are you serious?"
Milhouse started walking away, "It's very simple."
Lisa grabbed his arm, "No. It's not simple. You know I can't do that. My Mom would kill me. I would kill me, I think abortion is evil."
"So much for killing yourself, that'd be doing it, anyway." Milhouse joked.
Lisa sighed, "Please, Milhouse, let's get serious."
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Milhouse leaned against the building.
Lisa shrugged, "Well, most pregnant teenagers get married, get jobs; you know, try to make it work."
Milhouse then laughed, "I hate to tell you this, Lise, but, I'm not one of those people."
Lisa sadly looked towards the ground, "I thought you might."
Lisa spent the rest of the day with her face down and she remained unresponsive to anyone and everything. Soon, she was called into the Principal's office.
Ironically, Skinner's love of being Principal had escalated to the High School and he watched as Lisa Simpson, gloomily, strolls into his office.
"Hello, Miss Simpson. Do you know why I've called you in today?"
Lisa shrugged.
Skinner walked around his desk and knelt next to the seat Lisa was in.
"What's wrong, Miss Simpson?"
I broke down and told Skinner about my pregnancy. Despite my complaints he contacted my mother. When she arrived, I felt as if the world had finally come to a halt. She was looking at me during the entire time, asking me questions in exasperation on what was I thinking and, when she finally exhausted that; she finally asked me who it was that got me pregnant.
"Milhouse!" Marge was standing up and pacing around the room.
Skinner, who had remained quiet, the whole time, asked the first question he had since Marge Simpson had arrived.
"Have you told him?"
Lisa nodded.
Marge sat down and put her hand on her daughter's arm.
"Is he going to take responsibility?"
Lisa closed her eyes and shook her head, the eyes themselves filling with tears.
Marge got out of her seat and hugged her daughter.
"Oh, Lisa."
When Dad and Bart found out, they swore to find Milhouse, who had disappeared from town, and make him take responsibility. After two months, they stopped.
What hadn't stopped was what went right around town. Lisa Simpson, slut, child deviant, and fornicator of the masses. The rumors flailed about, but I was determined, at first, to ignore them and try my best to just concentrate on finishing High School and get ready for college. That was, until…
"Thank you for coming in Mrs. Simpson. The reason we've called you in today, is to, regrettably, expel your daughter from Springfield Municipal High School." Said Skinner.
Marge went into an outburst, "How can you justify this action! Has she displayed any violent or any other awful behavior which would need this kind of discipline?"
Skinner shook his head, "No, she hasn't. She's the perfect student. This isn't my calling, Mrs. Simpson. The PTA made this decision. They felt that her being pregnant and attending the School will have a negative influence on the student body, especially the freshman."
Marge starred at Skinner, aghast. "I can't believe what I'm hearing. Are you, honestly, telling me that those snobs think she'd go around promoting this destructive act of irresponsibility?"
Skinner shrugged, "I can't really say what their motives are, but I do know what power they have and how many other children's parents they have influence over. My hands are tied, Mrs. Simpson, I don't know what else to do, or what I can do."
Marge sighed in bitter defeat.
Lisa, who hadn't said a word during the entire time, just looked at the floor in sadness. Her life had officially ended.
To be continued…
A/N: Just to let those of you know, who've painted a picture of me based on what they've read here; I'm not going to announce nor deny, nor support any kind of political medium. This is a story and I'm writing it for the purpose of telling a story. This is going to become more controversial when the chapters come, but none of what I write reflects to my beliefs.
A/N II: This is kind of a stretch from what I've been writing previously, but I believe it'll still be an engaging story. Also, the year 1992 and the refrence to Lisa being in High School show to my belief that Bart was born in 1980 so Lisa was born in 1982.