My name is Maggie… chap 3
Welcome to life 101
Joan and I walked through the large wooden doors of the school, still giggling. I looked up and saw the schools motto, "knowledge brings fear". Under it, in large blood red spray paint, were the words EL BARTO. I smiled. Bart's famous going away present. He had mixed the paint with lead to make sure it was permanent. "No way this town will EVER forget me now!" he had said with a grin the size of his skateboard when he got home that day, accompanied by 4 janitors, 2 cops, principal skinner, the school board, AND a lawyer. They couldn't do anything, seeing how he had done after the last day of school had ended, so Bart got off scotch free. Re-telling this story to the radio station chief was what clinched the job for Bart.
We started looking around, trying to tell if we recognized anyone, saying hi if we saw them. "There's Dave…nice bowl cut." "There's holly! Wow, she went Goth!" "Hey, it's Joe! Wow, he must have meet slimfast."
I was just admiring the size of Tyrone's new Afro when Joan nudged me and pointed out a sign that said
"ALL NEW STUDENTS, GO TO CAFITERIA FOR SCHEDULES." I shrugged and said. "Might as well. Better know what classes were skipping." She nodded and we walked to the cafeteria. The cafeteria was huge. It had a stage, 30 odd tables, and a squishy machine. I looked around, shocked. How could a public school in Springfield afford this? I looked over and saw a crowd moving around one specific table, so I guessed that's where the schedules were. We moved over there, pushing slightly, until finally we reached the table. A man in a brown tux looked up and looked at me with startlingly brown eyes. "Name?" he said in a booming voice. I was still shocked how brown his eyes were that I didn't hear him. He repeated himself, only louder this time. "NAME?" he boomed. I shook myself a little and said, in a small voice, "um…Maggie Simpson." He stared at me for a moment, and then started shuffling through some papers. "Any relation to Bart Simpson?" he said in a casual voice. I looked at him, wondering if he was gonna make a crack about Bart. "Yea, so?" I said in an aggressive voice. He found what he was looking for and handed me a piece of paper. "Ohh, nothing." he said in a voice that suggested something. I looked at him angrily, then walked off with Joan, making a mental note to tipi that guys house the first chance I get. "Mag? Maggie? You okay?" Joan asked, trying to see if I was fine. "Yea, perfect." I said in a testy voice. "What we got now?" I said, trying to keep my mind off that sob. "English." Joan said, in a voice that suggested a guaranteed bore fest.
We found the room pretty easy. It was shaped like an old west saloon. We found a small table in the back corner and sat down. We waited quietly as more and more people came in, not paying attention to anyone. Finally, a loud bell woke us from our stupor. A man in an old-fashioned cowboy suit walked in and just looked to us all. Then he looked at the roll-call list. His eyes went from side to side until they stopped suddenly. He looked up and said in a voice with a hint of surprise in it. "Who is Maggie Simpson?" Suddenly, there were murmurs all over the room. "Simpson?" "Like Bart Simpson?" "No way" "I've heard Lisa Simpson play." "Isn't that tag outside Barts?"
I looked up and said in a bored voice, "hey, I can hear you." They all looked at me and collectively blushed. The teacher laughed and stood up. "Well, since we've met Maggie, let me introduce myself. I'm Mr. Bergstorm.
Lets go around the class and introduce ourselves." I didn't pay any attention and started thinking about HIM until I heard a familiar voice. "Ryan Mont." I looked up and my mouth dropped open. It was him. The guy I had meet during the summer. The guy I had been thinking nonstop about for 3 months He had brown hair spiked with gel in the front. He had a t-shirt on with long jeans. He had startlingly green eyes that you could easily get lost in. I stared at him. I couldn't NOT stare at him. It was really him.
The rest of the day was a blur, until school let out. I walked outside still thinking about him, until a heard a loud car horn honk. I turned and saw, parked in a red miata, was Lisa. Lisa wore a plaid over shirt over a tube top, and looked bored. Her hair was twice as long as mine, and she still wore the pearls around her neck. She didn't use make up and was listening to Bart's station on the radio. "Mac's playing in the park with the guys." She said, smiling. "Thought you might wanna come. Bart'll be there." I smiled. Mac was in a band called "caps". They were pretty good, but they all wanted to stay Springfield for a while. Seeing how Bart and Mac were really good friends, Bart played their songs sometimes. I jumped in the car and said bye to Joan, who waved as we drove off. Lisa and me spent the ride talking about school for both of us. Mac and Lisa were both at Springfield U. Finally, we reached the park. It was crowded for some rappers on stage at the moment, as Mac was talking to Bart, who looked sad and was being patted on the back by Milhouse. "What happened?" Lisa asked Mac, who had a "its for the better" face on. Mac was dressed in a dark blue t-shirt while wearing an overshirt with the bands colors (green, blue, and silver) painted on it. His long brown hair and green eyes made him very popular, and with his trusty guitar over his shoulder, he looked like a guy out of the 90's. "Bart and Jessica broke up," he said, trying his best to hide his relief that Jessica was gone. Milhouse looked at Lisa hopefully, with his army jacket open showing a collar shirt, and said " hey lis, about dating ho-" "no." Lisa cut him off angrily. "1. I will never go out with you. 2. Your best friend is crushed. Now is not the time."
I looked sadly at Bart. I was about to say I was sorry, but a pretty bruttete came up and cut me off. "Hey guys." She said in a pretty voice. Milhouse let out a gasp. "SAMANTHA?" Bart looked up surprised and said "hey Samantha, what are you doing here? I haven't seen you since high school." "I moved back into town last week." She said simply, blushing "I came down here to-" she was cut off by milhouse "who cares why you're here! Do you want to go out sometime?" Samantha looked angrily at him and said " that's kinda what I came to ask." She then turned from the hopeful milhouse and said to Bart " do YOU want to go out tonight Bart?"