This story is a BART/TODD LISA/FRANCINE fic, please stop flaming me because of it. If you don't like it, than please stop reading it; and don't even bother reviewing it please.
Lisa looked over the letter again, the wording seemed so familiar to her; but where? Who had used this before?
Reading the letter again, her mind went over who is so blunt and straight to the point. She ticked off the possibilities; she came to a conclusion of no one she kept going back to the beginning than start all over again. It wasn't making sense, something in this situation is missing. That key element.
Who are you? Lisa thought, who sent you?
Cookie sat there, astonished. Her first game where she had lost, she was no longer number one on the east side.
"You win, Homer." Cookie written down the results, "pretty intense game there thought."
"Well, yeah." Homer said while rubbing the back of his neck. "Thanks for the game Cookie, but I better get home or else Marge would get mad."
"What's the hurry?" Cookie stood up as Homer did, "you just own your first shogi game. Don't you want to savor that victory?" She smiled as Homer shrugged, leading him out of the building to a small place across the street. A semi-charming café, Cookie offered to pay for this.
"To new beginnings," Cookie said after retrieving a cup of coffee.
"To new beginnings." Homer said before spilling coffee onto the floor, Cookie repressed a laugh as Homer D'ohed.
Todd was helping setting up the dinner table, he noticed that Rod wouldn't stop glaring at him. His father was in the kitchen preparing dinner and an earshot out of the following conservation.
"You couldn't dress like a man," Rod snapped as he lean in.
"It's not like my usual attire, you know," Todd said while tugging at the white blossom he was wearing. "I don't understand why you are so high strung about it."
"Because it's wrong," Rod snapped.
"According to who?" Todd said, "according to who? You? Dad? The entire society of nutsville?"
"What was that?" Ned said as he came in.
"Oh, nothing, I guess Mr. Simpson has his stereo up again." Todd lied, earning another dirty, hateful glare from his brother. He shrugged, Rod just stood there. "I'll go get the main course, Rod; did you want to help?"
"Yeah, sure." Rod said in a sweet tone, even though his stare hasn't changed.
"Oh, you two are very sweet boys." Ned said as he took his seat.
Rod walked into the kitchen with his older brother. Once again out of earshot he spoke, "at least one of us is."
"Please don't do this at dinner," Todd said. "Let's get through this and we can go about the rest of the day as far apart as we can."
"I wish you're very far from me right now," Rod said. He left with the main dish, leaving Todd there to gather up the side dishes.
Now returning to the arcade Bart was at the 19XX machine thinking to himself.
His thought revolved around himself, being that way, Todd, his parents, life it self and those very prejudice people that don't know anything beyond that narrow scope of life. Yeah, this sucks.
What am I going to do? Bart thought, who do I tell? Maggie already knows, but who else should I talk to? Should I talk to someone?
"Damn it!" Bart shouted, his plane had just burst into a fiery ball of death. "And that was my last quarter too."