Summary: Lisa Simpson thought that her life was over as soon as she heard the family was moving. But little did she know that this would be just the beginning.

I can't be the only one to get an idea like this, right?

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"WHAT!"

The shrill cry escaped past Lisa's lips before she could stop it. Her eyes stared widely at the sympathetic expression on her mother's face while her father let out a loud 'woo-hoo!'

"Sweet!" Bart exclaimed with glee, enjoying the horrified look on his sister's face.

"Lisa, honey," Marge began, kneeling in front of Lisa. "I know this may be hard for you-"

"Hard for me? What about my friends! My grades! My clubs!" Lisa pulled back, hands clenching into fists. She couldn't believe it. They were moving? But life was fine right here! She had a life here! Lisa couldn't help but let out her opinion, wondering why this was happening to her. "Why?!"

"We just can't afford it here anymore, sweetie. But there's a lovely, cheap little place in South Park, Colorado." Marge explained, resting a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Think of it as an adventure. There's gotta be something interesting to do there."

"But..." Lisa trailed off, looking at the floor. Her chest clenched. "I'm going to need a moment." She mumbled, moving away and trudging her way towards the stairs, her feet clumping with every step. Marge hummed with worry.

"Don't worry, Marge," Homer reassured. "She'll get over it. Like I did when you forgot the ice cream but made me those pork chops. Mmmh, pork chops." The large man drooled loudly, causing his wife to roll her eyes and stare up the stairs in concern. Lisa's bedroom door slammed shut and she immediately turned to her saxophone. Lisa gazed at it tenderly, quietly thinking about how it would relax her no matter the situation. She raised the instrument to her lips and let her heart and soul out, the song revealing frustration in a smooth, blues-like way. The time passed by and before she knew it, Homer was banging on the door.

"Keep that racket down! It's past your bed time and we're leaving first thing tomorrow!" And with that, he retreated into his room. Lisa froze as she realised what he had said and she glanced around the room to see that everything was, indeed, already packed away for her. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. There was no way she could persuade them to stay. The young female put her saxophone in its case in a dejected manner and she changed into her pyjamas, slipping under the covers of her bed one last time. Lisa turned off her lamp and stared up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to catch up and make her forget about this horrible news.

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Shitty first chapter, check! Up next, the big move! ;) Please favourite, follow and review! Sorry for the shortness of this chapter.