Sequel to 'Smoke to the daughter'
Lisa was frowning, sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels. Homer is out drinking at Moe's. Bart already got out of his window and skating to elsewhere. Maggie is asleep in her room. Marge was sitting next to Lisa folding clothes. Lisa was irritating about her school. Lisa turned away from the screen, looking straight at the window. The breeze sucked most of the Halloween leftover madness away, calmly blowing away left-over candy wrappings and fallen dead leaves. Lisa liked the quiet night that isn't loud and obnoxiously scary, to the point making Springfield into the city of screams.
Lisa turned back to the television and looked at the scene of the movie. Ballet dancers wearing green, floral, European like costumes. They were turning and dancing gracefully with uplifting smiles on their faces, like green jay birds flying through the forest.
Lisa frowning as she cringed at the thought of going back to wearing the ballet shoes. The dance shoes of oppression. "I can't believe Principal Skinner would increase gym hours to make students do ballet and makes it harder to pass gym." Lisa thought.
Marge finished folding the clothes; she turned her head towards her daughter, noticing her frown. "Lisa, what is the matter?" Marge gently said.
"Principal Skinner announced that he was going to increase gym hours to make every student in the school do ballet," Lisa quietly said.
"Oh… well. You and Bart could use more gym hours. You two do eat junk food and sweets not as much as your father,"Marge said, frowned as she thought about Homer overeating and constant weight gain.
"I see your point Mom,"Lisa said as she rolled her eyes. "Like I said before, Ballet is unnatural not only to women also to children." Lisa thought of ballet as artistic movement. It causes constant leg aches like small knifes that have been slowly shoved into legs.
Lisa turned to look straight at her mother. "Mom, do you remember the time you pressured me to going to the Ballet Academy?"
"Well…yes," Marge looked away as she winced at the memory of Lisa to go to the Chazz Busby ballet academy. While attending, she became addicted to cigarette smoke like the other ballet students in order to gain technique.
"So... where is Bart?"Marge said, trying to change the subject.
"Bart is out with Millhouse," Lisa lied, letting out a half smirk."Principal Skinner does deserve a prank pulled on him. He was stupid enough to make the school curriculum hard to for children get through school by adding stupid ballet."Lisa thought to herself.
Marge stood up from the couch, picked up a basket of folded clothes. Then she walked upstairs and put the basket in the master bedroom. Marge opened her closet and started putting folded clothes away.
Lisa's frown deepened as she stared at the tv screen. Lisa grabbed the remote and changed the channel to her favorite cartoon, Itchy and Scratchy. Lisa grinned. As she watched the cartoon, she saw Scratchy dressed in ballet tutu and ballet shoes. Lisa scowled and immediately turned off tv. Lisa threw the remote across the room.
Lisa stood up, quickly ran upstairs to her room. Lisa slammed her door shut. Marge heard the door slam. She walked to Lisa's door and knocked.
"Are you okay, Swee-?" Marge said.
"I'm fine Mom, I'm going to sleep, Goodnight," Lisa said rolled her eyes as she closed her curtains.
"Goodnight," Marge said as Lisa listened to her mother's footsteps walking away from her door. Lisa changed into her blue night gown. Then she pressed few buttons on her radio to put on smoothing blues jazz music on her radio.
Lisa smiled and closed her eyes slowly, not knowing it meant a dancing nightmare…