First off, I'd like to thank all of you who reviewed! Without your encouraging words, I would've probably given up the story after a few days. So thank you very much! ^_^

Well, it took over a month but I finally wrote the second chapter! Yeah, I could've done this sooner but I just had too much on my plate(mostly college-wise). I hope this is to your liking!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Simpsons, except my OC.

You'll Never Know Me

Chapter 2: The Two Sisters

I awoke to the sound of blaring cacophony from my alarm clock. 6:00 AM, the digital red numbers read. I groaned and reached towards the contraption, hitting the snooze button with the little energy I could muster. How I wished I was still dreaming and had all the time in the world before this dreaded morning finally arrived.

I haven't shut my eyes for even five minutes when I heard my mother Marge knocking on my door.

"Lisa honey, if you're still in bed I suggest you get a move on. Your father is in a more ravenous mood than usual, and you certainly don't want to skip breakfast on the first day of school." she sternly said.

I knew there was no use arguing. Besides, stressing on an empty stomach is not a healthy combination.

"Just a sec, I'll be right there." After brushing my teeth and throwing on some jeans and a polo, I headed downstairs to find my father Homer, devouring a stack of chocolate-chip pancakes.

"Hey Dad." I wearily said as I pulled up a chair next to him.

"Huh? I couldn't hear you because I was busy chewing on these thick, juicy, chocolatey waaaaaffffles..." he drooled, absorbed in his delectable euphoria.

"I just said hi." I then looked around and noticed my brother wasn't present. "Say, do you know where Bart is?" I asked Homer. He simply shrugged and continued his quest for stray chocolate chips on the floor. I swear, that man knows no bounds of sanitation.

"Your brother already left. He said he had some sort of 'business' to take care of.", said my mom as she entered the kitchen.

Ugh, I knew what that meant. Bart's prime money-making escapade is selling cigarettes to minors, even though he himself is only seventeen. I assumed he was out doing his usual morning rounds, mainly in the sketchy side of town.

"But that's not why I'm worried.", Marge continued. "Lisa, your principal called to tell me the bus on your route broke down, so they're forcing you kids to find another way to get to school. I would drive you myself if your father wasn't still *ahem*, 'fixing' the station wagon."

Homer gasped. "Marge, please!. It'll be done when it's done. But why can't you take my car?"

"Don't you remember? I donated it to your mother's old hippie clan since they needed a new getaway van."

"A getaway van? Why do they need that? They're hippies, not mobsters."

"Oh, come on..."

I sighed as they continued to argue back and forth on the subject. This was probably the most intellectual conversation I've heard in this house so far. It's just sad.

After a while, I decided to end the pointless debate. "It's fine, really. The school's not that far, I can ride my bike there."

Marge looked at me with uncertainty. "Hmm...well okay, but be sure to watch out for strangers."

I glanced at my watch and saw that it was 6:41. I knew it took about fifteen minutes by car, so I grabbed a granola bar from the pantry, hugged both my parents, and unchained my bike. Two minutes later, I was pedaling away to the house of horrors that is high school.

Even in the early morning, Springfield was already bustling with commuters in their cars and residents walking or jogging, on the verge of starting their day. For many, the only thing on their minds was what kind of coffee they were going to buy or the plans that they had with their friends after work or school or whatever it is they spend time doing during the day. For me, and I know this is just teenage angst talking, I was headed to the torture chamber which will take up a huge chunk of my life for the next ten months.

After a good twenty five minutes, I finally reached my destination; Springfield High. It was a typical rectangular brick building, complete with both a soccer and football field, and a small patch of woods behind it(infamously labeled "Stoner's Paradise", no explanation necessary). The school's parking lot seemed to span for miles. How many people go here anyway?

As I stepped through the double doors, I immediately lost myself. Literally, I did not know where I was or where I was going. Crowds of students were walking in every direction, and there were a billion(or so it seemed) forks and turns even I, who is considered the Master of Navigation in the Simpson family, could not comprehend. And to make matters worse, I forgot my schedule on my desk, not that it would've helped much, since the paper was just a compilation of letters and numbers all jumbled up together. I could ask one of the upperclassmen where the guidance office was, but from the looks on their faces, they didn't exactly have a friendly attitude towards the younger students(they don't call it "Freshman Beat-Down Week" for nothing). I, personally, did not want to get slaughtered on my first day of school, so the safest approach would be to consult a fellow freshman, if I managed to find one, that is.

I knew I wouldn't get anywhere by standing in the middle of a hallway, seeing as I was shoved by people telling me to get out of the way(yeah, I was really going to be popular this year wasn't I?), I searched for someplace I could get some peace and quiet, for now at least. My spirits lifted when I spotted a restroom around the corner. Perfect, I thought. With plenty of nervous frosh around, no doubt some of them were likely to barge into the ladies room to reapply their makeup or have a quick smoke before classes began.

I tried pulling the handle open, when I realized someone had locked the door. Confused, I checked for any signs that I had come across a bathroom reserved for faculty. If it was, the school must've been more underfunded than I thought, as it was unmarked except for a female silhouette plastered on the door. Assuming it was just locked, I gently knocked on the door to see if a janitor was inside, and a familiar voice answered, "Umm...this restroom's out of order so I suggest you go to another one.", Alex replied.

Well that sounded awfully suspicious! The entire lot of stalls were broken? If so, how did Alex manage to get in? Clearly she was lying, but about what? If she wanted to smoke, she could have easily gone to Stoner's Paradise. I never caught her smoking before, maybe she started over the summer in attempt to be cool?

Whatever it was, I did not have the time to think about it, because all of a sudden the bell rang, and was it loud, it had the potency of six fire alarms all blaring at once. Many students immediately darted off to class, except the ones who had no idea where they were going(namely me) and the ones who didn't give a crap about whether or not they were late. The formerly congested hallway was now as silent as a clinic.

My watch read 7:26, which meant I had about four minutes before I was officially late for my first day of high school. For a moment I contemplated cutting class and just do my own thing for the day. I mean, why not? I've been here ten minutes and already screwed everything up. After all, I would only be missing the usual first day introductions, what harm was there taking the morning off at least?

I started laughing. A few years ago I would have been appalled at the thought of ever skipping school, even for a few minutes. What a Bart-like thing to do! Guess this proves how much people can change. Speaking of Bart, where was he? Still 'working'? He must have more customers than usual if he was this late. Then again, he always arrived ten to even thirty minutes late, so I decided not to worry about him. I had my own problems, such as how was I ever going to get to class?

Suddenly, a door opened, and out walked Alex. I didn't care about my plan to avoid her, I rushed over to her and said, "Look Alex, I know we don't like each other, but I am in dire need of the guidance counselor, and normally I wouldn't bother you but I really do not want to be late so do you think you know where..."

"Please, will you just stop talking?", she calmly interrupted, but by the looks of her bloodshot eyes and snarling teeth, it was only a matter of time before she exploded with anger.

I took a deep breath. "Alex, I'm only asking you to..."

"What's going on here?"

I froze, fearing the voice belonged to a teacher or worse, the principal. Instead I saw a young woman, possibly a senior, appearing from the presumably off-limits restroom. With her platinum blond hair and piercing green eyes, she could be Alex's sister, save for the tattered leather jacket and knee length biker boots. Alex wouldn't dream of going through a punk chick phase.

Turns out my hunch was correct. "Is this girl giving you trouble sis? Because if you want, I can take care of her.", the strange girl said, clenching both her hands into fists.

Now I normally don't fear bullies, since they're mostly capable of a few witty insults, but this girl looked like she could seriously beat me into a pulp, and her voice, which was deep with a slight hint of femininity, only abated my chance of getting out of here alive. I was, and this did not happen often, truly afraid.

Luckily(or not?), Alex seemed to calm her nerves."No it's fine Lenore. She just wanted to know the directions to the guidance office.", she said, tears dripping down her face. I became concerned, what exactly happened to her? She wasn't her usual vain and arrogant self, therefore she must have went through something, perhaps something deep?

"Are you okay?" I asked."Because if there's something going on I can..."

"Nothing's going on!" Lenore snapped. "Look, just go straight, take two lefts, then a right. The counselor's office is the last room on the right."

I slowly started backing up, trying to avoid causing anymore unnecessary outbursts."Oh...well thanks, I guess. I'll just be going now." I said that last part so timidly it practically came out as a whisper. Without another word, I turned and began to run down the hallway, but not before Lenore stopped me one last time and called out, "Oh, and Blondie?"

Who was she calling Blondie? What a hypocrite. Regardless, I glared back and said "What?", a little louder than I intended, almost in a threatening tone.

Lenore simply placed her hands on her hips, giving me a non-verbal "Don't mess with me." message. Finally she said, "If you mention this little run-in to anyone, well, let's just say you'll end up under unmentionable circumstances.", evilly smirking, proving she was definitely Alex's sister, both in beauty and personality.

The final bell rang, signaling the end of our conversation. We parted ways, Lenore putting her arms around her younger sister and slowly guiding her towards the exit, and me clutching my book-bag and beginning my way to the place where the fate of my high school existence will be assigned. After trying to clear all thoughts of the recent confrontation, my focus shifted to what the rest of the day had in store for me. As I treaded up the stairs, the tension lessened but not my curiosity; what were the Whitney sisters hiding?