Chapter 1: Welcoming
"You're gonna love it here, Zoey, I know it!" said my mother, over enthusiastically. I hated when she seemed like Barney, the Purple Dinosaur.
'That's such a lie,' I thought. "Yes, Mom, I know!" I said, semi- sarcastically. "Oy vey.." "Don't worry, Zoey, everything will be fine. Now, just down that sidewalk--you will reach School. Good luck!" "Thanks," I said, stepping out of the car.
I walked down the sidewalk that was in a new little town. It had a school, a power plant, a store, supermarket...It was pretty nice. It was...unique. Better than where I lived in before--we were like drones there. Too neighborly. Now that's changed.
I looked at my watch. 8:12 am. I sighed, and I knew I had to get somewhere important; That was school. I started to jog a little, hoping I wouldn't be too late.
Well, I'm Zoey, and I'm new here at Springfield. It seems like a nice place. Pretty funny too. I go to Springfield Elementary now, and I don't know what's gonna happen to me....
* * * * *
A few papers were being thrown around, along with paper airplanes. Pencils were flying too. A loud class room; roudy and noisy, was about to begin. I peeked through the door and took a breath. Ms. Krabappel, who had cottonballls in her ears, motioned for me to come in.
"Class, class...CLASS!!! Everyone please welcome Zoey!" Ms. Krabappel called out to the students. I noticed an ashtray on her desk.
"Hi, Zoey," everyone said in unison, with a dull tone.
"Um...hi," I replied. I knew the procedure well.
"Zoey, you sit next to Bart," Ms. Krabappel said. As I walked to the seat, Ms. Krabappel pulled me back and whispered, "Good luck." I smiled nervously and sat down next to Bart. He was yellow, with spiky hair, a red shirt and blue shorts. I noticed a skateboard behind his desk.
"Hiya," Bart greeted.
"Hey," I replied.
"So, you're new here, huh?" Bart asked.
"Yeah...I feel so screwed."
"Eh, tell me about it," he sat up and twindled a pencil.
Ms. Krabappel then wrote on the board, "Student Assignment: INTERVIEW." I looked at it and raised an eyebrow. I heard Bart mutter, "What the hell?" Ms. Krabappel then took a box out of a drawer and put it on her desk.
"Now I want all of you to come up and pick a piece of paper from this box. That person will be the one who you will be interviewing. This is a good assignment for, you Zoey. You know, to get you started. All right everyone! Come up!"
All the kids ran to the front of the room. I almost got trampled down. I reached my hand into the box and thankfully pulled out a piece of paper. I sighed and walked back to my desk while Bart followed. He sat down and opened his paper.
"All right! Krusty! Whoo hoo!" he exclaimed, pumping his fists into the air.
I laughed. "You're lucky, Bart. A kinda know Krusty; that clown. Good show. Now let's see who I got."
Bart leaned over my shoulder as I opened the paper. I read the name and gasped.
Bart's eyes widened and said, "Well, you're unlucky. "
"Why?" I asked.
"You got Sideshow Bob!"
"What?!"
Bart slapped his forehead. "Sideshow Bob! He's the guy that tried to kill me!" Bart explained. "And lots of other crap.."
"Oh. Well, maybe this can be interesting. I get to go to a penitentiary," I said, trying to brighten the situation.
"You're crazy!" Bart yelled. He then sat down in his chair. "Or Ms. Krabappel is."
"HAH!" Ms. Krabappel laughed.
I sighed. "Well, be happy 'cuz I'm the one who's gonna be screwed, not you, Bart".
"Alright!" Bart said and started laughing happily. He then added, "So, you got any valuables? I'll be glad to take them off your hands."
"You're gonna love it here, Zoey, I know it!" said my mother, over enthusiastically. I hated when she seemed like Barney, the Purple Dinosaur.
'That's such a lie,' I thought. "Yes, Mom, I know!" I said, semi- sarcastically. "Oy vey.." "Don't worry, Zoey, everything will be fine. Now, just down that sidewalk--you will reach School. Good luck!" "Thanks," I said, stepping out of the car.
I walked down the sidewalk that was in a new little town. It had a school, a power plant, a store, supermarket...It was pretty nice. It was...unique. Better than where I lived in before--we were like drones there. Too neighborly. Now that's changed.
I looked at my watch. 8:12 am. I sighed, and I knew I had to get somewhere important; That was school. I started to jog a little, hoping I wouldn't be too late.
Well, I'm Zoey, and I'm new here at Springfield. It seems like a nice place. Pretty funny too. I go to Springfield Elementary now, and I don't know what's gonna happen to me....
* * * * *
A few papers were being thrown around, along with paper airplanes. Pencils were flying too. A loud class room; roudy and noisy, was about to begin. I peeked through the door and took a breath. Ms. Krabappel, who had cottonballls in her ears, motioned for me to come in.
"Class, class...CLASS!!! Everyone please welcome Zoey!" Ms. Krabappel called out to the students. I noticed an ashtray on her desk.
"Hi, Zoey," everyone said in unison, with a dull tone.
"Um...hi," I replied. I knew the procedure well.
"Zoey, you sit next to Bart," Ms. Krabappel said. As I walked to the seat, Ms. Krabappel pulled me back and whispered, "Good luck." I smiled nervously and sat down next to Bart. He was yellow, with spiky hair, a red shirt and blue shorts. I noticed a skateboard behind his desk.
"Hiya," Bart greeted.
"Hey," I replied.
"So, you're new here, huh?" Bart asked.
"Yeah...I feel so screwed."
"Eh, tell me about it," he sat up and twindled a pencil.
Ms. Krabappel then wrote on the board, "Student Assignment: INTERVIEW." I looked at it and raised an eyebrow. I heard Bart mutter, "What the hell?" Ms. Krabappel then took a box out of a drawer and put it on her desk.
"Now I want all of you to come up and pick a piece of paper from this box. That person will be the one who you will be interviewing. This is a good assignment for, you Zoey. You know, to get you started. All right everyone! Come up!"
All the kids ran to the front of the room. I almost got trampled down. I reached my hand into the box and thankfully pulled out a piece of paper. I sighed and walked back to my desk while Bart followed. He sat down and opened his paper.
"All right! Krusty! Whoo hoo!" he exclaimed, pumping his fists into the air.
I laughed. "You're lucky, Bart. A kinda know Krusty; that clown. Good show. Now let's see who I got."
Bart leaned over my shoulder as I opened the paper. I read the name and gasped.
Bart's eyes widened and said, "Well, you're unlucky. "
"Why?" I asked.
"You got Sideshow Bob!"
"What?!"
Bart slapped his forehead. "Sideshow Bob! He's the guy that tried to kill me!" Bart explained. "And lots of other crap.."
"Oh. Well, maybe this can be interesting. I get to go to a penitentiary," I said, trying to brighten the situation.
"You're crazy!" Bart yelled. He then sat down in his chair. "Or Ms. Krabappel is."
"HAH!" Ms. Krabappel laughed.
I sighed. "Well, be happy 'cuz I'm the one who's gonna be screwed, not you, Bart".
"Alright!" Bart said and started laughing happily. He then added, "So, you got any valuables? I'll be glad to take them off your hands."
