Death on your Lips

Disclaimer: I don't own The Simpsons but I do own loads of Simpsons Merchandise. :-D

Note: I got this idea from a lot of things. Partly a great fanfic and all this talk about death (Rose Tyler almost dying, House getting shot, Brass getting shot, my dream of getting shot) so don't think I'm suicidal.

Summary: Being bored leads Lisa to find some interesting things online. What will people think of the 'new' Lisa? Only the pixies know (XP only the pixies).

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Chappie 1: The Post

Once again it was raining. Lisa looked out the window and saw Bart running around like a jerk outside.

"Rain! Rain! Rain! Rain!"

"Bart! Come inside, you'll catch a cold," Marge shouted at her son. Lisa sighed. She had done all her homework and for once in her life she felt too bored… too old perhaps to play with her Malibu Stacey dolls. She stood up and walked to the computer in her room. She typed 'bored' on Google and was about to click on when an idea popped into her mind.

She typed in 'forums' and clicked search. Maybe she could talk to random people about stuff – it was better than even considering a conversation with anyone at home. Marge was busy, Bart was still acting like a lunatic and Homer… she didn't want to think about the last time she tried to have a decent conversation with him.

After looking for a while she found a decent forum that might be vaguely interesting. She read through a thread called 'Bored' and murmured, "Boring, boring, boring, boring…" after reading each post until she got to the strangest post ever.

"Everyone here seems to be moaning and moaning about how bored as hell they are and how they have nothing better to do, as if your lives are crappy but if all you're lives are that bad do something about it. The most logical thing that I can think of is to destroy life itself. It made you bored, stop it, and kill it"

Lisa stared at the screen. She read it over a few more times. 'Why does it make sense?' She wondered, 'but I have too much to live for… don't I?' She read the name of the person who posted it, 'MillieVH. Well it's not like I'd know anyway… unless… Milhouse? No… It couldn't be… could it? How? Why would he say this? Why…?'

"Why you little!"

"Aghhhhh!"

Lisa sighed. Could her family really not act normal for just one second? The only person worth being with was Maggie, but she couldn't talk yet. Marge nags like crazy and gets on her nerves. And with Homer and Bart… they've had their times, but usually they're morons. Santa's Little Helper and Snowball II maybe, but Santa's Little Helper was more of Bart's pet and Snowball would probably get killed soon like the last 4 cats. Her family was an embarrassment, an embarrassment she couldn't handle. "My head's hurting from being so confused"

She decided to reply:

"MillieVH. It's me, Smartgirl63. Remember? I don't understand it. Why do you hate life?

-Smartgirl63" She had decided not to write her name so she used her email address's user ID. She got an instant reply.

"Tomorrow, lunchtime, by the swings"