"It is my nightmare!" Screamed Mrs. Krabapel as Bart wandered past for the second day running. Today he was put in as a substitute teacher. His class was the one little Jimmy was in. He looked around the classroom as if to say: What do I do? The children glared back at him as if they had hollow heads. Someone's bubble gum popped and Bart's head snapped round. It was a girl!! He was amazed. No girl when he was around would dare to eat bubble gum! Girls were good he thought to himself.
"Bart! Bart!" It was Skinner. Bart didn't want to look round. "Bart! Aren't you going to deal with that?" Bart sighed and made a gesture to the girl as if to say sorry, but you have to go. She glared on at him angrily. Jimmy spat at Bart and landed a direct hit on his face.
"No one puts out my girl!" He shouted standing up.
"Sit down and get on with your work!" Bart shouted back without thinking. Man he hated it when the teachers used to say that to him. He sat down at his front desk and switched on the computer. He waited for it to load and put his feet up. He loaded up the internet and typed in Facebook.
"School system blockage!!" Bart screamed angrily. The whole class looked up from their work, there were a few giggles lingering around the classroom. He couldn't believe it! He had forgotten how to hack the school systems!! He racked his small brains for the solution to his problem.
"Yes!" He whispered to himself as Facebook loaded on the screen.
Jessica Lovejoy: I 3 u Bart!
Bart Simpson: I 3 u 2!
Jessica Lovejoy: gtg, parents nagging!! 3 u!
Bart Simpson: C ya! 3
"What ya doin?" Asked a squeaky voice. Bart who had been rocking happily on his chair, flew of backwards and knocked down the interactive whiteboard.
"How long have you been watching?" He asked the boy he didn't even know yet.
"Since you typed in your password - .J.L isn't it?" Bart was infuriated. He pointed to the exit and the boy wandered slowly to the door, sniggering as he went. The class were in hysterics.
At the end of the day Bart wandered home exhausted. He slumped in front of the tv. Maggie, now 10, was watching her Itchy and Scratchy collection box she got for Christmas last year. Lisa was out at Uni still and Homer was obviously at Moe's, 'drowning out his suffering'. Bart wandered up to his room and pulled off his shirt.
"Psst!" What was that? Bart thought.
"Psst!" Was that it again. He peered out of his window. There stood at the bottom of his garden was Jessica. Bart beckoned her in.
"Heard you were sent to jail?" She began. Bart nodded. "What'd ya do?" She asked.
"Nothing much," Bart lied, he was a master at lying and phony apologies.
"Is making love an offence?" Jessica questioned wrapping an arm around his waist. She slid her lips to his making very light contact.
"Bart!" It was Marge's call. "Bart! Come down here!"
"Go!" Bart whispered. Jessica clambered out the window and jumped down.
"See ya soon," she replied blowing a kiss before running off into the night.
As summer rolled in not much changed except Bart was becoming more popular with the children. By now he was finding his old self again. He came out with insults and comebacks for all the teachers and Seymour. He was becoming a role model. He even looked after the children like they were his own, and spoiled them. In detention, he made paper aeroplanes out of the work sheets and they had thrown them at all the teachers who dared set foot on the rebel's turf. He stuck up for the children who got bullied:
"Hey ginner! Give us your lunch money!"
"Hey! Leave him alone! Look - you're black, and you're blonde! no offense, but what makes you have the right to pick on him!" This was Bart stepping in.
And the biggest of all that all the children admired. When Bart was put in as a substitute teacher he would let them do 'Sod all!' The children loved it. All was fine until one day.
"Bart! My office!" This was usual after Bart had done something the children loved. When the two were in the safe concealment of the office Skinner broke the news.
"Bart, if I had it my way now, you'd be back in jail."
"What?"
"But, as the children love you so much, I've decided to let the court decide, Bart, this is to be your last day of community service here."
Bart trudged back to the classroom and sat at the desk. The children sensed his angst and discomfort.
"What's wrong Bart?" Asked Tom, a small black haired boy, one of the nicest, but mischievous in the class.
Sorry for another short chapter, but it's nearly finished now, and I apolagise already if anyone takes offence from some of the words used in the story so far. if you like it, please continue to R&R.
lol, Charlie