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It was a sunny day in the lovely town of Springfield and at Springfield elementary all hell was about to break loose. Principal Seymour Skinner roamed through the halls of his precious school inspecting that everything was in order. He finally reached the cafeteria-nothing could have prepared him for what was about to occur.
"Good Morning, Lunch Lady Doris and how are we today?"
"Put a cork in it Skinner."
"We-we-well I never, I'll let that go because with the budget cuts I don't think I'll be able to hire someone with your workmanship."
"Don't bitch to me bossman."
With an unpleasant disposition Skinner continued his inspection. As he reached the freezer he felt an overwhelming feeling of repulsion. The school was unable to buy real, healthy food due to low-funding and the "crap" they served not only looked awful when cooked, but also smelled awful. Those two characteristics were multiplied by infinity When said "crap" was raw. However, as soon as Skinner opened the freezer door he regretted it as frogs jumped out and into the kitchen trampling the principal and contaminating the food, and appliances.
After a while, the smoke cleared because some of the frogs jumped out the windows, while others jumped through the school and out the front-doors. Skinner stood up sweltering with anger, his suit-once tidy-now disorganized and with a loud, mighty roar he yelled the words, "BART SIMPSON!"
The suspect in question was at rest in Edna Krabappel's 4th grade classroom-reading-no I'm serious Bart Simpson had a "dark secret" or so he thought, the boy loved to read. In fact he had a lot of "dark secrets", such as this. However, his reputation as being an "underachiever and proud of it" prevented him from expressing these "dark secrets"-but more on that later.
The classroom door swung open as Skinner barged into the entrance irritated and once more yelled, "BART SIMPSON!".
" Skinnerrrrr!" bellowed Superintendent Chalmers, who had appeared out of thin air
Surprised the principal asked, " Superintendent Chalmers, what are you doing here?"
"It's March 25th. We were to discuss the changes to improve the school's financial situation," he continued unenthusiastically, "But it seems like another Simpson kid is in trouble."
" What is going on here Seymour?" asked Edna, a little annoyed.
"Yes, well Bart Simpson has pulled another disruptive prank."
The accusation caused Bart to drop his book-covered by a comic- jump up onto his chair and defend himself, " I didn't do it. Nobody saw me do it. You can't prove anything"
"Simpson, I know you're behind this! And with all my power I will prove it and suspend you"
Thoroughly confused the young boy relaxed to ask, "Wait, what am I being accused of doing?"
"Don't play innocent with me Simpson, I know you put all those frogs in the cafeteria freezer."
Hearing the crime caused the class to gasp, then cheer and praise Bart. Usually, Bart felt a thrill from getting credit for a prank he committed, even the ones he didn't do. However, lately the whole "bad-troublemaker-boy" made him feel unfulfilled. Once more he said, "I didn't do it."
"Sure you didn't Bart", spoke up Edna doubtfully, "You know the drill, now go on with Principal Skinner and Superintendent Chalmers to receive your punishment."
Bart felt betrayed, but deep down he knew that even he would accuse himself because such a prank had his name plastered all over it. Stepping down from the chair, he walked out the door and followed the two men to the principal's office. They would call his parents, like they always did, and while he painterly waited outside the adults would chat; try to figure out what was wrong with him. Why didn't anyone ever talk to him? When finished he would go home where he would be punished, confined to his room for hours. It wasn't fair, he wasn't always the criminal and for once he wished someone would believe him. Even his mother, who repeatedly said she believed him, didn't and he knew it. This time was different though because Bartholomew Jojo Simpson was innocent.