The next day Lisa awoke to the loud noise of electric guitars and drums, Green day, it always was with Bart. She wandered down the stairs and into the basement.

Nobody likes you,

Everyone left you,

They're all out without you,

Havin' fun!!

Bart sang teasingly.

"Lay off it Bart!" Charlie said putting his bass guitar down.

"Charlie," said Bart, "it's a joke."

Later that day Lisa did a bit of spying for herself. Bart was hanging upside down in the middle of a small group. Lisa watched and scanned the members of the group. Millhouse, not unusual, Lewis, Strange, but ok, Ralph Wiggum, Probably doesn't even know what he's doing there, Charlie, I knew it, he had to be there somewhere.

At dinner that night all that was heard were the loud chomps of the family scoffing down their food. Lisa sat there. Her eyes were fixed on Bart, thoughts rushing through her head. How could he do this to me? We had a deal! Bart looked up.

"Hmm?" He murmured through a mouth-full, looking at Lisa's facial expression.

Lisa stood up and stomped up the stairs to her room slamming the door behind her.

"What did I do?" Questioned Bart.

"Ooooooo!! Someone's not in a good mood!" Homer called after her.

"Shut up Homer! Your just making it worse!" Marge hissed.

When Bart finished his dinner he wandered up to Lisa's room to see what she was upset about. He knocked on the door and awaited a reply.

He must have waited at least five minutes before he sighed and pushed the door open. Lisa has red eyes, it was obvious she had been crying. She looked up as he walked in.

"What do you want?" She snapped.

"Just to see what you're upset about," he replied innocently.

"Like you care."

"I brought you left overs from dinner, pork chops?"

"I'm a vegetarian!!" Lisa yelled pushing Bart out of her room and slamming the door in his face. Bart sighed again and walked into his room. At least he had tried.

Lisa began to cry again, her face pressed into her pillow to muffle her sobs. Everything was going wrong. At home no one cared for her, at school no one cared for her, the only reason Charlie came over now was to have band practice with Bart and Nelson. Her heart felt as if it were made of lead, trying to tear itself from her chest. With her eyes blurred hot tears, she took the card she had crafted for Charlie, staring at it disbelievingly. How could she have been so stupid? She gripped the card with both hands, knuckles white with fury and tore it in half, but was not satisfied. She ripped it again and again until the pieces were to small to tear, then threw the fragments out her window to rest in peace with the shards of her broken heart.

"Lisa's gone! Lisa's gone!" Marge screamed.

"What?" Homer shouted from downstairs.

Bart raced into Lisa's room, his mouth wide open, and not saying a word. The thudding of Homer's footsteps came from the stairs, then no sound, then three quick grasps for air, then the thuds came again. Homer burst into the room.

"No!" He cried seeing the empty bed, "wait, you did say Lisa's gone right?"

Marge didn't reply, she just looked round with tears in her eyes. There was a knock at the door. Bart charged down and opened it.

"Is Lisa in?" Asked Charlie, holding a bunch of flowers and a card.

Bart lead the ginger haired boy up the staircase and into Lisa's room. The empty bed was enough.

"We've gotta find her!" Charlie yelled. The family ignored him. Charlie ran down the stairs and out the open door. Where should he look first. West Springfield alone was said to be three times as big as Texas.

"The chances are she's in downtown," said Bart stood next to Charlie, in the morning air.

"How do you know?" Said Charlie.

"Everything she likes is there: The Jazz Hole, The Springfield museum, The Buddhist temple, The collage, The cemetery, everything."

Later that night Charlie and Bart returned to Evergreen Terrace, empty handed.