Time, an element that slowly past in Lisa Simpson's eyes, she hadn't seen anything new or inventive take place or several time lapses, it was that the summer day when she left Springfield Junior High for good that she remembered well, the reason being because today was when new things began again.
Another new school, another new world, Bart had already had two years of it to him, two years that he hogged to himself, but now it was Lisa's turn, she was to become one of the newest young Freshmen to enter Springfield high school, and she wasn't of course the only one to be an entry.
When she went into the school that day she admired it's knowledge, pride and glory, but knew there was other elements in the mix, as she arched the first hallway corner to her first class, she saw a young blond haired girl, another freshmen, she was trying to provide brochures for an after school club when she spotted Lisa.
"Hey can I give you a brocheure for the Arborial club, we start this afternoon and are are dedicated to protecting trees from harm".
"Absolutely I'll take one".
Then it was that some of the older seniors girls found Lisa standing there oddly eyed and enthusiastic.
"Well, well it seems we have us a new freshmen, how long will it take to break her spirit?".
The leader of the group examined Lisa herself, looking for any indications of a possible flaw or weakness to Lisa herself.
"I'll give about two months, she appears to be strong".
"But we don't start until tomorrow got it".
Each of the other girls nodded, "Understood".
"Good".
Lisa eventually pleased with her many enjoyable studies took time to relax in the cafeteria with the club girl at a provided new table.
"By the way I'm sorry, my name is Abele, Abele Lutkins".
"Lisa, Lisa Simpson".
"Pleased to meet you Lisa".
"Same Abele".
Then Lisa's eyes glanced over towards a table where a young boy sat.
He was young and held black hair flowing from the top of his head down in curved banks that covered his eyes near completely, and oddly enough he had a sword and a guitar strapped on the back of his black jacket.
"Hey Abele who's that?".
"I don't know, but he looks beautiful".
"I guess".
"You don't see that rugged look in him?".
"I see something".
"Well I guess I'll go talk to him, figure out who he is".
And so Lisa began to get up and walk over to the table where the boy sat.