When Lisa was six, His brother had been a menace. They called him 'The Devil in the Blue Shorts'. There was no figure of Authority safe from him, at least not within the Town of Springfield.

Mom liked to Think (and justify) that this was just a phase, a Phase the Blond Prankster would grow out of soon enough.

Now, Lisa was Eight. Bart was Ten, and He was still a Prankster. Lisa had changed a lot. She'd become a Vegetarian. Then a Buddhist. She had become an activist even this early, and was a member of MENSA. Among other things.

Bart hadn't though. He still liked to play pranks. And the more pranks he pulled, the more Lisa got fed up.

Because, as per usual, most of them were on her.

It was a field trip to the Springfield Glacier (it was wonderful how the City seemed to have all kinds of National Wonders, and yet it was so unheard of)

Everyone had waited in line, at three in the morning, for Principal Skinner to take a roll call and then start the trip.

"So Lis'" Bart said, a smirk on his face, "Ready for your trip?"

"Sure am!" Lisa said, the ungodly time messing with her Brain so much that she was trusting a Bart on caffeine. And then, of course, tripped, falling to the ground with a groan. "Seeya next Fall!"

She struggled, getting up and then said "Ugh! You make the same stupid jokes, every field trip!"

"Eh." Bart said, "you work in the business as long as I have, you're bound to repeat yourself", and true to his word, tripped her again.

Anyway, the trip had been long, and exhausting. Finally, they stopped near a shop close to the Glacier. "Behold, children, the Majesty of the Springfield glacier! Crane your necks skyward, to behold its Icy glory!"

The Children did crane their necks skyward, but There was no Ice to behold.
Which brought Lisa to the exact point of her participating in the trip.

"What happened to the Glacier? It's nearly melted!"

The Guards near the Glacier didn't explain why it had nearly melted. But they did lead the children to the gift shop.

Which brought her to the next part of her daily torment.

"Ah. The modern man!" she said quietly, only a couple of people hearing her. "If these wise warriors could speak, what would they tell us?"

"I don't know." Bart said, chuckling mischievously, "They left a message right here." pointing at a wall, where someone (okay. Bart) had wrote "LISA SMELLS" under a crude drawing of someone who, presumably, resembled her.

OF course, as per Murphy's Law, everyone heard him, and then looked at the drawing, and started laughing.

By Lunchtime, they'd all forgot about it. which was the perfect time for Lisa to make her point.

"Listen, People!" she said loudly, getting the attention of everyone, "How can you stand there eating snacks and being children when the world's glaciers are vanishing? We have to do something about it!" she said, not noticing how the eyes of every student followed something, before returning to her. "Glaciers are nature's alarm clocks! And its time for us to wake up! can there be any doubt that corporate's greenhouse gas produced by men-"

There was a crude sound from behind her.

She blushed as everyone started laughing again.

"The only gas is coming from Lisa's Butt!" Bart cracked, causing another bout of laughter.

"People, please! I'm talking about toxic vapor!" *Fart* "Aminations!" *Fart* "Miasmas!" *Fart*

It was only chance (and Lisa being an extreme believer of 'Innocent until proven otherwise') that The Culprit remained Hidden for even that long.

But, then, Lisa saw the Walkie-talkie in her brother's hand.

Which brought her to this. after they returned home, Lisa not talking at all until then, much to the amusement of everyone in the bus, she turned around sharply. "Bart, you are the meanest, nastiest little boy that ever lived." She ran towards him, even though he was still cracking up.

"Uh-oh" He got up, and sprinted for the Kitchen, "What'd I do?"

"what did you do? What did you do?" Lisa screamed, jumping over the table and tackled Bart.

"Whoa! Don't have a cow, man!" Bart squeezed out of Lisa's Clutch and slid under the table, taking off for the Stairs.

"You're dead, Bart." Lisa sprinted, chasing after him.

"Dang. You won't give up that easy, will you, Lis'?" Bart ran to his room and Locked the door behind him.

*Thud*

"Ow!" Lisa fell backwards, moaning in pain.

Bart opened the door slightly, to see her rubbing her forehead.

"Here, let me help you up" Bart said, still the same glint in his eyes. Bart reached out his hand, when Lisa tried to grab it… "Psyche!"

*Thud*

"BAAAAAAAAAART!"

But that was not the end of Lisa Simpson's torment.

The next day, The Simpsons were at the table, eating breakfast.

Dad was reading the paper (or, more accurately, the comics), Mom was washing the dishes. Bart had Bacon, and Lisa her cereal.

"So Kids!" Mom said, trying to start a conversation between the mutually glaring siblings and generally indifferent dad. "Today's the last day until winter break. Are you excited?"

"meh" Lisa shrugged.

"Duh, mom!" Bart exclaimed, "do I look like a doofus? It's the best thing next to Summer Vacation!"

"I'm not" Homer mumbled under his breath.

Bart looked around. To the two sides. He was getting fidgety, and needed to do something. so he just put some of the food on his spoon and catapulted it at Lisa.

"oops" he smiled innocently, "Sorry."

"HEY!" Lisa screamed, throwing some of her wet cereal at him. "Stop it!"

"I was trying to get homer!" Bart laughed, "Now I have to put on new clothes."

"Serves you right!" Lisa yelled at him, leading to more laughter from the boy.

"BART! LISA! Stop it! can't you two get along for a second?"

Bart changed his clothes, and was about to close the door, when he noticed a pair of Scissors. "Hmmmm" Bart tapped his chin as he wondered, until he saw Lisa's backpack downstairs.

"Perfect"

As Lisa came around the corner, Lisa put the scissors behind his back.

"What are you doing?" Lisa asked Suspiciously.

"oh, nothing" Bart smiled innocently, as he skipped back to the kitchen.

"Oh he's definitely up to something…" Lisa said to herself, but looked around only to see nothing out of ordinary.

She walked back into the kitchen.

"Have a nice day, Kids!" Mom kissed them goodbye.

"oh, we will" Bart smiled Maniacally, nudging Lisa as he moved.

"watch it" she glared. He got his backpack and walked to the door. He really wanted to see this.

"Bye, mom!" Lisa picked up her backpack, and

*Plop*

"Ha ha!" Bart ran out the door.

"Bart!" Lisa yelled as she gathered her books. "I'll get you this time!"

"Doubt it!" Bart said dismissively, as he got out his skateboard, jumping on it. "Try and catch me!" he laughed as he grabbed a light pole and circled around it. good thing he always had that.

"Wha… Damn it!" Lisa stopped to catch her breath.

Where being annoying was concerned, His big brother was always one step ahead.

Lia ran into the school, down the hall of her homeroom.

"I'm so sorry" she panted, "I'm late."

"You're late" Ms. Hoover said.

"Yeah. I'm sorry about that" she panted.

"Just take your seat, Lisa"

She did that.

"Bart again?" Her Best Friend, Janey whispered.

"Yes. Bart again." Lisa rolled his eyes, "I'm really getting sick of him."

"I can see that. This is really getting out of hand" she said. "Maybe you should tell your Mom."

"As if she's gonna go anything" Lisa rolled her eyes, "Even if she did, would he listen?"

"Attention students. This is Principal Skinner speaking." The voice of Principal skinner said from the Intercom device. "Please report to the Auditorium as soon as possible. All Classes will be put on hold for the duration of this event."

"Great. A Gathering. How much do you want to bet Bart will screw something up this time?" she said, as the two (along with twenty more second graders) walked over towards the Auditorium.

"A Sure bet like that?"

"Hey Lis'" Bart was already there, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. We even saved you a seat." He put out his hand. "Truce?"

"Do you think I'm stupid, Bart?" she rolled her eyes.

Bart nodded. Lisa still decided she could use the seat though.

Then she tripped.

Apparently, yes.

"Need a hand?"Milhouse said, and with a small smile Lisa grabbed his hand.

ZZZZZZZZZZZ

"Ow" Lisa pulled her hand away. "Milhouse!"

Lisa groaned, and sat down.

*Phhhhhhhhhh*

"Oh. My. God."

"Oh my god!" Bart laughed, "Classic!"

Lisa picked up the Whoopee cushion, and looked at it.

"Ms. Simpson? why are you holding a Whoopee Cushion?"

"Sorry, Principal Skinner." Lisa dropped her head.

The whole school started laughing again.

The Winter break started. Soon enough, Christmas had passed, and they were on the New Year's Eve.

Bart had been awfully non-mischievous the whole twelve days. most probably so he could get gifts. (Her Brother was awfully naïve about these things. Much as he wasn't, about some other things) but Lisa knew it was imminent.

Still.

She didn't know what it would be.

"Hey Lis'" Bart said "Dinner in a few minutes, what are you doing?"

"Uh, nothing" Lisa was still working on her science project due the first day of school. a few more screws and it would be done. "There. Finished."

Lisa put it on her desk, and went down for dinner, following Bart down.

"You guys ready for the New Year?" Homer asked eagerly.

"Sure am!" "Yeah!" "Alright!"

Everyone ate and talked.

It was 8:57.

"Three more hours!"

At 11:45, they were watching TV.

"Bart. Have you finished your Science project?" Mom asked, her eyes not leaving the TV.

"Yeah. I have, actually"

"Somehow" Lisa smirked, "I doubt that."

"Oh really?" Bart said, "Well. I'll go and get it."

He walked up stairs, walking into his room, and picking up a small Ball.

"Hmmm. Let's see if this works." He picked up a controller, and began using the buttons to control the ball. "Thank you martin." He mumbled.

He'd nicked it (Well, Martin had two other Projects, it was only fair for the others to have some too) from Martin's Locker. But what he hadn't known was the malfunctioning of one small button.

Which, of course, for the sake of this story to go on, he pushed.

The controller wheezed as smoke came out of the circuitry. The ball began rolling quickly, towards Lisa's room.

As if in a Pinball game, the ball began hitting and reflecting from all sorts of obstacles in the room, hitting the bed, the walls, her Sax, and finally the table.

Bart let out the breath he was holding. "Phew"

He walked over to pick the ball up.

But as soon as he picked up the ball, the Project, a Schematics of an Asteroid hitting the Earth, fell down from the Edge of the Desk.

"crud."

"Crud" Lisa heard. Oh no. she gulped, and ran to her room.

Only to see her beloved project on the ground, in pieces. Bart was picking up a baseball from the ground. "What- No- How?"

"Speak Lis'-" Bart was in for it now.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Lisa screamed. Mom and dad heard that and ran to her room.

"I'm sorry- it wasn't my-" Bart tried to explain. But Lisa was having none of that.

"Get. Out."

"But-"

"GET OUT!"

"Lisa, relax" Marge ran over to hug her girl. "Breathe. It was just an accident."

"In this house, nothing is an accident" Lisa let out, "nothing."

"That's not true!" Bart ran out of the room, to his own (Probably to do something with his ball)

Lisa sobbed. "Mom. Dad. I want to be alone."

Homer and Marge left the room.

It was 11:58.

Lisa rolled into her bed, under the sheets.

11:59.

"I wish Bart Simpson didn't exist!"

And fell asleep, her mind forgetting all about the Wishmaker's Mistake.

Lisa Simpson Woke up the next day.

It was the New Year.

And…

Well, it was exactly the same.

What. it wasn't like she'd wished on a star or something. she had just been a bit pissed off.

She got to the bathroom, sighed and opened the tap water, looking at the pool in the sink.

"Another Crummy year" she said, as she washed her face. She left the room, walking towards the stairs depressed.

"Jolly along, Sister dearest." A voice said from behind her. It was Bart.

Or, well, what Bart would look like if he'd been a Dork (as he called them). Hair combed and Gelled. A set of Square glasses on his face and no sign of the signature Orange T on him.

"Bart?"

"Who?"

A.N:

Is this a prank? or something else?

Well, I might answer those questions to you (If you ask), and I may do a story with this Premises sometime later (Of course, If I do, this change would be real in that story. But who knows?)

Anyway. This here is another completed chapter. The first part is almost completely copied off the first act of 'On a Clear Day I can't See My Sister'. The Second part (From when they get home) is based on 'Wished Away', by Swisssmarie.

Until next time, this is Davoid Signing off.