The Body Beneath
September 9, 1945. One week after World War II. Springfield had been recovering after a long, and frightful war. Grandpa Simpson, or Abraham Simpson, had just come home. But the beginning isn't about a Simpson. More like the...co-star of the story.
"Mom? Where are you?" asked eight year old Gretchen.
"I'm over here." a distant voice answered.
Gretchen noticed that the voice sounded a bit hesitant.
"Where's here?" she replied in a scared tone.
"Gretchen I want you to know I love you."
"What? Mom! No!"
BANG
Gretchen realized that to some people, World War II is not completely over.
It has been about 50 years after death of Gretchens mother, and about 1987 Gretchen died in the same house as her mother.
Present
The Move
"Hey Bart!" Milhouse said catching up to him.
"Hey." Bart replied.
"You wanna go and get a Squishee at the Kwik-e-Mart?"
"Nah, I want to do some Homework."
"You! Homework!? I didn't think it was possible!" Milhouse laughed.
"Yea, it isn't, but I still can't come, and I can't tell you why.y.y..." Bart trailed off. Right in front of Bart was a "For Sale" sign, and this was his house.
"Your moving! Why didn't you tell me!?" Milhouse cried.
"Trust me dude, I had no idea either!"
Bart was freaking out! Have you ever come home happy and realized there was a "For Sale" sign in your drive way. If you have you know exactly what Bart is feeling.
Bart didn't know what to say. Does Lisa know? When did this happen? How did it come to this? Is all he could think. Because everything, memories, good and bad times, and even the fun and friendship he shared in this house was suddenly gone.
All Bart wanted right now was answers.
"I'll see you later, Milhouse."
"Okay, see ya, maybe."
Bart ran inside hoping to find answers to this horrible situation.
"Mom!" Bart yelled.
"Bart, please don't yell so loud. I got a headache from the move already." Marge replied.
"Then why the heck are we moving?!" Bart screamed, ignoring Marge.
"Not now, your father will tell you later. He'll tell you when Lisa gets home." Marge shot Homer an angry look. She wanted more than anything not to move. Her life was here. She knew what Bart was feeling.
A few minutes later Lisa arrived home, more concerned than Bart.
"Mom! What's up with the sign outside?" Lisa said, almost crying.
Marge let out a big sigh. "Kids go into the living room. Your father and I want to talk to you."
Everyone headed into the living room. Except for Homer, who was already there, sleeping. Homer woke up with a loud annoyed grunt.
"Hey everyone." Homer said. Not knowing or caring what was going on. "I had the weirdest dream. It was about ponies and pigs, and the pigs were..."
"Homer!" Marge screamed. "Tell the kids why we are moving."
"Well, kids, your mother and I think it would be best if we got a bigger house. For your sakes." Homer replied innocently.
"What? No! We're moving because the land lord evicted us!?" Lisa cried.
"What! How'd she know!" Homer asked.
"Yes. We are moving because Homer forgot to pay the bills for more than four months. So, now we have to move. Blame your father all you want." Marge replied, but ignoring Homer.
"Good job, Homer! You have just destroyed our lives...again!" Bart screamed running upstairs.
"Thanks a lot, dad, I actually would have gotten far in life!" Lisa added, while crying and following after Bart.
"Well, I think they took that rather well." Homer said, not even being sarcastic.
I hope you guys liked it. I thought it was better than my other one. Reviews please!
