Maggie had her own secret diary, one hidden in the least likely place in the whole house. Under the padding of her cot in the basement.
And while it may not contain the most important secrets of her life, they were deep.
One included her current little crush, it would have been nothing too special as it's just another crush.
Unless her mother would to ever see this, she would use it as ammo to take her therapy and punish her for being "unnatural" in her eyes.
Maggie sighed as she slipped the thin book under the padding and slid the cot back to place. There was nothing else to do except go upstairs and face another day of hell, Homer was at work and Lisa was at the arcade.
But Marge was in the living room, she was stressed as all hell and pacing back and forth.
For a moment she stopped and stared intensely at Maggie but went on her pacing, some words were coming out but none of them made much sense.
Sneaking by Maggie felt something catching her arm, turning her head a back hand greeted the young Simpson and she was sent into the wall.
"Where were you last night?" Marge asked, her eyes were cold and full of hellish fire.
"I was in the basement" Maggie said, "why?"
Marge sneer and punched Maggie, not hard enough to leave a bruise but enough to get the message through.
"Don't lie to me" Marge said, "I want to truth."
"I swear I was in the basement!" Maggie said, she was so close to crying.
"Fine, but you tell anyone about this, there will be savvier punishment" Marge watch Maggie run off to her room upstairs, she went back to worrysome pacing.
Maggie on the other hand locked the door and sat on her bed, she hated it here.
I wish I could just grow wings and fly away she thought as she cruled into a human ball.
So far away.