Robert Terwilliger stared into the rain, it was still light, and just as brisk and cold, he swished the brandy around in his glass.
"If I hadn't been sitting here for months on end I would be accomplishing my goal, killing that little hell raiser. Dammit! I should simply move out of Springfield." He broke the glass against a wall of books, not caring if the drink made a mess. He had it, his plan was coming together in little bits at a time and he could hardly stand another day in construction, the worker's hillbilly antics were becoming just too much.
"Weakness...everybody has a weakness, once you find that weakness." The tall red head stood and ruffled his hair,
"You jab at it! And they die!" He laughed obviously having been under mental anguish then smoother his composure again and paced back and forth, a habit he had seen in his father, the late Jone Terwilliger, never meaning a soul harm but his own.
Bob stopped and stared at the fire in his brick fireplace, flickering away with out a care in it's inferno world.
"I'll find his weakness, he'll wish he'd never been conceived, or better yet, never had framed me. Me! I was a real sideshow..." He muttered off into a dark corner of the room, remembering his job as the famous clown's side show, being shot out of cannons, he was a natural, pies in the face came as naturally as breathing, tooting that annoying kazoo into the audience of laughing children was his talent.
"Bart Simpson, you've wreaked havoc on my mind for the last time!" He exclaimed sitting back into his desk chair. His back sank into it and his wild red hair pressed against it. He reached quietly for the bottle of Brandy once more and began to scheme, yes scheme, one of the most brilliant ideas, which he should have thought up in the first place.
"My mind was simply too roused at the time...having been incarcerated and all..." He grumbled a few swears and swigged from the bottle.
"You...you never had anything on me clown! You didn't even know..." He took another large swig and a slur began on his tongue.
"You only wished you could find...someone like me...like me again."
Falling asleep Robert's hand began leaving a palm mark on the wood. He had dreams of revenge many times, but not like this, oh not like this, this was sweet. Bart had no idea what was coming, he better think fast and faster when I lead him to me, lead him too me, by using his one true weakness, that soft spot that remained in everyone. Bob's eyes opened so suddenly, but what was that? The boy seemed unstoppable, he was capable of almost anything, everyone thought he was such a normal and tough little guy, but Robert grinned in his drunken haze. He knew more than anyone could ever even suspect of the boy.
"Lousy Christmas..." He slurred.
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"Alright since Christmas is only one week and a few days away we're going to be creating home made cards today for crafts," Edna Krabapple instructed her fifth grade students, her mind was elsewhere, probably a cruise or romantic fantasy, she quickly tied her short blond hair back and noticed the students not paying a bit of attention.
"Oh wake up! You're finally doing something fun, so let me do something enjoyable too." She thought of the pack of Laramie cigarettes waiting in her top desk drawer.
"Christmas cards? This blows!" Bart, usually being the class disrupter said.
"Why can't we just buy them for our loved ones?" Nelson Muntz asked, he looked around and shrugged.
"Glue and paper are on the back table, as well as sparkles and other such items..." Edna muttered blankly.
Heaven smiled at the idea of creativity, it had always been her niche since she lived with artists for parents.
"I don't think it's such a bad idea." She said causing heads to turn.
"Shut up new girl, no one asked you." Nelson laughed afterwards.
"Well.." Heaven said a little more softly,
"Maybe if two people worked on one card alone it could pass the time of doing this quickly." She grinned shyly, Nelson unimpressed shrugged again.
"I think the new girl has a point," Sherri one of the long haired twins said, her sister Terri simply nodded in agreement.
Edna moaned,
"Whatever, partners it is, assign yourself one or I will do it for you."
Bart looked around the room quickly, his fingers tapping on his desk,
"Oh Milhouse was sent to the nurse again, what am I gonna do?" He asked himself under his breath. All the students quickly rushed around the room, desks screeched against the ground, and chairs were toppled over, just so they could find partners.
"I have my partner!" Both Sherri and Terri cried out in unison, no one noticed.
"You can be my partner." Bart heard a voice behind him say, he turned from the window he usually faced.
"What's it to you new girl?" He asked the mysterious girl, she grinned,
"You looked kind of lonely and I noticed your friend isn't here."
Bart looked the girl over, she was just another girl, like every other, out to get on his last nerve.
"How do you know who my friend is?" He asked in a challenging tone. Heaven laughed cheerfully,
"As if it isn't obvious by now?"
"You've only been here for what, two days?"
Heaven shrugged,
"Still. I like to observe, now do you want a partner or not. If you don't choose me, the teacher may assign you to him," Heaven nodded over towards a boy by the window, he was rather chubby and had a head full of bleached blond hair, his finger was searching up one nostril and his other was in his mouth.
Bart glanced over only to shudder then turned back to the girl,
"Alright fine, you can be my partner, but since you volunteere, you get to do the work."
Heaven sat in the empty desk beside him and smiled,
"No problem, I love to be creative."
"Yeah whatever, just go grab some paper and stuff."
"Awfully demanding aren't we?"
Bart propped his feet onto another empty chair,
"Yeah well you chose Bart and that's what you're getting."
Heaven didn't want to make a big deal with this obnoxious boy so she walked over to the back table, kids were hurringly grabbing all different colored paper, mostly green and red, so by the time Heaven reached the crafts there were only pink and orange pieces of paper left. She sighed,
"This will have to do I suppose."
She collected the crafts and glanced back at Bart who was asleep, or at least pretending to be in his chair, feet still propped, his spikey blond hair was in a mess and his mouth was wide open.
"Oh what an obnoxious kid!" She exclaimed under her breath, she carried the crafts in her hands back to the two desks causing Bart to look up,
"Back so soon? and with...Pink and orange paper? What are you colorblind?"
Heaven sat, her smile long faded, a strand of ebony hair fell out of her ponytail and into her eyes,
"That is all they had left so you will have to deal with it."
Bart groaned,
"Oh all you women and your frilly pink."
"Didn't you just hear what I said?" Heaven asked frustrated.
"You all should be ashamed." He said again obviously ignoring her, she sighed once more and began to cut the orange piece in half.
"Fine fine we will just use orange if it is that important to you."
Finally listening Bart looked up,
"That'll do." He said casually.
"Now we must think of a nice, cheerful slogan to put in the card." Heaven's smile began to return.
"Cheerful? What's all that hell crap about?" Bart frowned at the girl.
"It is the holiday season isn't it? Shouldn't it be cheerful?"
Bart groaned,
"Don't you know that crap is for sappy losers? Draw a picture of santa taking a dump down someone's chimney now that's gold!" Bart laughed to himself and Heaven shook her head.
"That'd be plagerism."
"Plage-what?"
"Plagerism, it means taking someone elses work and calling it your own, someone already made such an awful card like that genius."
Bart blinked a few times and shrugged,
"Oh well, you're doing the work anyway so you draw whatever you want, just don't put my name on that crappy thing."
"How will you get credit for doing it?" Heaven flicked the hair from her eyes.
"I do if I do and I don't if I don't."
Heaven looked him over once, his sneer was enough to make her sad,
"How can you have such an attitude? Where will it get you later in life?"
"I dunno." Bart shrugged and Heaven smiled again,
"Well at least you're young and have plenty of time to wait before all of this catches up."
"Yeah? and you're weird."