Milhouse

Wow her mouth tastes even better than before. I can't wait to tell Bart about my major score with the even more beautiful Samantha. We didn't even watch the movie if that's any sign of how good her mouth was.

She was destined to be mine I know that, I have no idea why I didn't want to keep in contact with her. Oh well that's all water under the bridge.

"I really enjoyed 'watching' the movie today, we should do it more often," Samantha says looking into my eyes so deeply I am sure she can read my soul.

"Hell yeah we do!!!" I say happily before turning around to see Alex and Allison walking towards me. They probably saw my tongue in her mouth, I can't hide this I guess, not that I want to.

"Hey Milhouse" says Alex while putting down her shopping bags on a nearby seat and resting her arms.

"Hey Alex and Allison," I say as I introduce Samantha to them. Alex and Samantha seemed to get along well; I always thought he was too annoying and preppy. My cell rings playing ABC as I search my pockets for it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Milhouse, its me Bart,"

"Oh hi Bart," the mention of Bart's name makes Alex blush while Samantha looks a little angry.

"There is something seriously fucked up going on here. Are you free?"

"No, I'm with Samantha, oh and also Alex and Allison"

"Give the phone to Alex or Allison,"

I hand the phone to Alex and she nervously takes it. I heard Alex's half of the conversation. They are talking about witches or something, that just out of it, its weird, they must both be high. Alex finally hands my phone back to me, it's weird for such a talkative person she seems really quiet.

"Look I got to go Milhouse, tell me about the date later, bye" He says before hanging up.

Well forget it, Samantha and I are going to back to my place to chill out a little bit.

"See you girls later," I say holding Samantha's hand in mine and walking towards my house.

Homer

I wonder what Mr. Burns wants me for; I am forced to patiently wait outside his door before he calls me in. I have been here for ages. "Come in Homer Simpson," says Smithers, the gay assistant of Mr Burns.

"Well hello old chap, how do you do?" Mr Burns asks in a rather weird jolly mood before gesturing me to sit down.

"I am fine sir! If this is about the peanuts…"

"What peanuts? You're in here because you're getting a promotion." He cuts me off with a statement I though I wouldn't ever hear.

"A pro-pro-promotion?" I stutter out lamely feeling my jaw drop, Mr Burns seems to find my reaction rather amusing.

"Yes young fellow, see I am too old too run this power plant forever so you are going to take over, since me and Smithers are going to retire. We are filthy rich and can do what we please, you can have the plant." I am sure my jaw fell off when he told me I was going to own the power plant. I wonder why he wants me to have it though, I think someone who actually does work her deserves it but I'm not going to argue.

"Well that's, that" He says as he hands me a folder, some legal mumbo-jumbo and leaves his office. Wow this is freaken sweet.

I own this dangerous hazard of a power plant now; this is going to be so awesome. Well I guess I would need an assistant. I need Lisa too check out all this stuff in the folder. The phone rings, should I answer it? I am in charge so I can if I want too. Wait I'm in charge.

Well I'm going to go to Moe's and take a business leave.

Alex

"Jessica?" I knock gently on her door again before she tells me to enter. Wow her usually clean room looks messy and she herself looks a mess.

"You okay?" I ask looking at weird old newsprints from what looks a very long time ago. She explains to me everything that has happened to her in the past few weeks. I have no idea why I believe her, it is the most stupid story I have heard in a while.

"I see, well I want to help," That wasn't the smartest I ever said but I did want to help her get back her normal self, which weirdly she hasn't been since last year. When we came back to Springfield she seemed to act very uhhh nice, not very Jessica-like.

We sort threw some newspapers from who knows when, one catches my eye, I throw the rest away and I say feel Jessica's eyes on the paper I am holding.

Serenity Granger was convicted of being a witch and an ally of Satan. The 8 year old has been proven guilty of countless acts of witchcraft. She was finally sentenced to death in 1715 but the death sentence has not been carried out. The main reason for the delay of her sentence is the church is nearly completed and the good people of Springfield feel that it is only fair that she is burnt in the church.

They burnt an 8 year old in a church? How cruel, she was only the age of Maggie and they seemed to have proven her guilty of witchcraft.

"Serenity Granger," says Jessica as if trying to remember something.

"She was the one Marge and I saw burning," Jessica says as I remember her experience in church after her dad's first teenage bible study session and Marge had seen the same thing 20 years ago or something like that.

"She was innocent, right?" I don't believe in witches so I have no idea why I asked such a dim-witted question.

"Yeah," Jessica softly responded.

I got to do some more research on this Serenity Granger. I almost shriek when I see a little pale girl sitting in the corner. Is that her?