Hey to everyone. This is the new writer to Nice of you to think of me, cloudwatchernumbuh7. I hope that everyone enjoys the chapters I am going to add. :) I would like to thank tea-cake-biscuits for letting me adopt her story did not start as mine, so please give credit to tea-cake-biscuits for starting it.
Just so the readers know the only real difference in my chapters compared to the first 17 is that I write in different characters POV (point of view), so I hope that people like it. I am going to keep every single one of the last author's chapters exactly the same, just so everyone knows.
Summary: After "Funeral for a Fiend" (episode 8, season 19) Springfield has grown tired with Bart's antics, resulting in him being sent to a private school. Five years later, he's back, times have changed, he's got another baby sister and an adopted cousin, but some things from his school life return to haunt Bart, and a lot more is about to happen.
Author's note: Okay, I am aware that Simpsons is a cartoon, and I'm probably taking these issues WAY too seriously, but to be honest, it worked as the basis of a fic for me!
This fic doesn't take every single Simpsons episode in account, and I have changed a few things around. When Bob first goes to prison, Bart is only eight, and when Bob returns for "Funeral for a Fiend" he is twelve. Bob is about sixteen to seventeen years older than Bart - yeah I know he's much older in the series, but you can imagine whatever you want.
This is a Bob/Bart pairing with some Nelson/Bart and some Bart/OC.
I don't own anything, except the plot... well maybe not even that, but I can't be assed to explain.
Read, review, flame, dance around naked - whatever you want. I'm not fussed.
After the last horrific encounter with Robert Underdunk Terwilliger, Bart Simpson had felt confident that as usual, there would be the usual resentful apologies from the people that had unleashed the monster. He had thought he'd receive even more from the way he'd been treated; the people who blamed Bob's insanity and apparent death on him. Him! A twelve year old boy capable of such a thing? Yes, it was true that Bart probably had caused Bob's mental stability to worsen over the three years he'd been in and out of prison, but hadn't it been Krusty the Clown who started it? Krusty was the one who caused Bob unnecessary humiliation to entertain his young audience. Krusty was the one who lured him into 'low-quality' entertainment, and Krusty was the one who coerced him into six years of physical discomfort and risk for the sake of his show. And yet Krusty was one of many who pointed the finger of blame at Bart, who supported the plan to send the kid to Tornstone, and then happily reconciled his friendship with Bob.
"Look, Mr. and Mrs. Simpson," Principal Skinner had said gravely the following week, "we, as are you, are really rather tired of this… 'Coyote and roadrunner' act between your son and Mr. Terwilliger. Alright, I'm sure all of Springfield can accept that Bart shouldn't have been treated so… harshly over the Terwilliger family case. He may not have been the primary cause of Terwilliger's insanity, but you can't deny that over the years he would've played a significant part in it."
Homer cut in, "Oh God, you're not gonna expel him are you? Nowhere else'll take him I tell you! We'd be forced to sell him or something!"
"Homer!" snapped Marge.
Principal Skinner chuckled nervously, glancing to his left where Ms Krabappel, Superintendent Chalmers and Mayor Quimby sat, all looking equally as grave, yet somewhat more self-assured.
"We… no we… well-..." Skinner started before Krabappel cut across him.
"We aren't expelling your son, Mr. and Mrs. Simpson," she said rather tiredly, "now if you agree with what we have to say, it will involve Bart leaving this school, BUT there would be a strong replacement for his education."
"Mmmm… I'm not sure I understand," said Marge, frowning slightly.
"Tell me about it! I feel that way all the time," Homer snorted and began drawing on Skinner's over-polished desk.
Before Skinner could object, he was again interrupted, this time by Chalmers;
"Mr. and Mrs. Simpson, I have here a booklet about a school in Tornstone. Tornstone Private School, do you know it?"
Marge and Homer shook their heads.
"It's a school for boys with… problems, be it behavioral, learning or emotional…"
"Bart doesn't have a problem!" snapped Marge defensively.
"No… not a problem, I apologize, that wasn't what I meant…" Chalmers face mutated into an ugly sneer as he continued reading the file in his hand, "Although your son has been diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder."
"Yes, well," spluttered Marge "it's not that uncommon, and it's really only a lack of concentration."
"Hah! Putting it lightly," said Krabappel, coldly.
"The thing is, Mrs. Simpson," Skinner cut in quickly, "Tornstone School, although I know it sounds patronizing the way we're describing it to you right now, it's produced some great results from boys who have had difficulty and… well… what with… recent events…"
That was when Mayor Quimby spoke up in his robotic drone of a voice; "Tornstone School is… it's actually an uh, specialized boarding school, so your son would stay there during the entire term, and, uh… from the trouble that was caused last week, your son isn't exactly, uh, popular… a feeling I'm uh… all too familiar with."
"Hey! But Bart's innocent remember? Sideshow Bob wasn't dead, and then he tried to cremate the boy alive!" Homer thumped his fists on the desk, drawing amusement from the irritated twitch this action caused in Skinner's left eye.
"Yes, but your boy still causes trouble for Mr. Terwilliger, and as Seymour said, your son still plays a strong part in his mental stability," said Chalmers; still smirking cruelly, "Just… take this prospective booklet… maybe pay a visit up to the school? Even if you don't agree about the Terwilliger case, you may want to consider your son's… education. I can assure you that even if you don't send Bart there, Springfield High School will."
The meeting had continued for another half an hour. Marge, with some support from Homer still defended their son over his personal intentions, but eventually took the booklet for Tornstone and agreed to have a look.
Marge had thought about the situation a lot. She loved her son dearly, but had always known about his problems. Perhaps Homer's disinterest in the entire subject, or her own fear of Bart taking an irritating revenge on her drove her to visiting Tornstone Private School herself.
Or, it was the far more profound feeling of fear she'd had when she'd heard one quite simple statement from the psychiatrist who confirmed Bart's disorder about a year before; "Even the most common of disorders can develop into something more serious, but I feel, Mrs. Simpson that you are looking into this rather too much."
The school took boys from the ages of twelve to eighteen, though there was also a college in the same building where boys could stay for a further two years if they wished. There was a church service every Sunday morning, good meals, good medical staff, good teaching staff…
It was an opportunity. How many more scholarships for this kind of education would come along? And for Bart, too! There was the option of refusing; surely Springfield would forgive Bart in no time, but like Chalmers had said, what about Bart's education? Marge didn't like having to leave notes in Bart's lunchboxes saying things like: "Please behave." And "Just do something constructive, okay?"
Maybe this way she was giving Bart a second chance in his education. In an atmosphere that was strict, though that may seem cruel at first, would encourage him to work.
After Marge consulted Homer about the subject, for which she received: "Marge, I sat on the TV remote and now I'm too scared to look for it!" in reply, she decided to put her foot down on this. Bart was going. Bart was going to be encouraged in his education, not knocked back and discouraged like her husband had been by his father.
First chapter. I hope you like it... though I know nothing much has happened. If you don't like it, I could always take it down... but I'm not going to. XXX