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A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you to everyone who has supported my fanfic so far with reviewing and is following my story, it really means a lot! I apologize for the delay on posting this chapter, I have been rather busy lately. In this chapter, Bart gets in trouble for not returning to class and has to go and see Dondelinger, things don't go well with that, causing the teenager to get detention on his first day of school, this displeases Marge and she has to go to the school to handle the matter. Hope you all enjoy and don't forget to read and review!
Love at First Sight
Written by: Super Saiyan Blue Juuhachi
Chapter 3: An Unjust Punishment
Tick Tock Tick Tok
Milhouse looked at the clock and saw it was now 9:15. Bart had been gone for 15 minutes now and he was beginning to get worried about him. Though part of him thought he may have skipped class, the other half knew that Bart would not do that, at least not on the first day. Something was wrong and he knew it. Milhouse turned his focus to the front of the class where he saw Ms. Haynes had an annoyed look on her face as she looked at the clock.
"Well, I guess Mr. Simpson decided not to come back to class, so I guess we will continue without him," She said, closing her book and setting it down beside her. "All right, class let's go over what we just read..."
Bart stood in the stall, trying to figure out a way to get out of it. "All right, think Bart, think," He said to himself, rubbing his temples. "You have survived wet willies, wedgies, and swirlies, if you can get through that surely you can figure out of this." He looked around the small courters once more. He was too big to simply slip under the stall, and he knew couldn't simply just climb up over the door, he already tried a number of times already.
Just then he heard the bell ring, making him cringe at the sound
"Dammit, class is over." He cursed softly, knowing he was going to be in trouble once he got out there. He waited a few moments when he heard multiple footsteps approaching "Bart? Bart are you in here?" He heard a familiar voice speak to him, "Milhouse? I'm here, I'm here!" He said, frantically, "Get me out of this stall!" There was brief silence when Bart heard the sound of a lock click and the door opened.
"Thanks, man, I owe you one," Bart said as he walked out of the stall
"Don't worry about it," Milhouse said, "How did you get locked in here?"
"Bullies did it, while I was using the bathroom," Bart grumbled, straightening out his clothes and fixing his hair. "Bullies, really? What did they look like?"
"What difference does that make what they looked like?" Bart asked, looking at his friend with an irritated look "Just wondering is all..."
"Well, it doesn't matter, okay?" Bart told him, and Milhouse nodded "Come on, let's get out of here." The two boys then exited the bathroom where they walked into a crowded hallway "I got to get my stuff out of Ms. Haynes class," Bart said, "Do you want me to go with you?" Milhouse asked, "No, that's okay this should only take a minute," He assured his friend, "Go on to your next class and I'll see you later,"
"Okay, see you later, Bart." Milhouse then departed and Bart walked back to his second period. He peered in the door where he saw Ms. Haynes erasing stuff off the chalkboard. "Well, hello Mr. Simpson so nice to see you again," She said sarcastically "too bad, my class is already over." She said as he walked over to grab his belongings. After he had them gathered, he walked back over to her, "Look, Ms. Haynes," He began, "I know this looks bad, but I swear it was not my fault-" He tried to explain when she held up a hand "Save it for the Principal's office, Mr. Simpson."
"What?" He asked, eyes wide
"You heard me," She said, firmly, "march yourself over to Mr. Dondelinger's office, right now." Bart narrowed his eyes at her for a moment "Fine," He said, biting back his anger "Here your hall pass back," He said, giving her the thin piece of wood back. Afterward, he slung his book bag over his shoulder and walked out of the room, complaining under his breath as he went. Bart made his way through the crowd of students, heading to their classes. He soon heard the bell ring again, and he was once again in the hallway alone, though he kept walking until he reached the main office.
He entered and saw the same elderly woman he had met before when came to pick up his schedule and walked up to her desk "Excuse me Ms..." He trailed off a moment as he looked at her nameplate "Ms. Grabble, my name is Bart Simpson, we met earlier."
"Yes, I remember you," She replied, "What can I do for you?"
"I am here to see Principal Dondelinger," He said with a sigh, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"Gotcha," She said with a nod, before pressing the button on the intercom "Principal Dondelinger, Bart Simpson is here to see you." There was a brief silence before Dondelinger responded, "Send him in."
"Right away, sir." She told him, before releasing the button on the intercom. "He is right through that door there," Doris instructed, pointing at the door that read the words "Principal Dondelinger" in black bold letters on the door. "and good luck, you're going to need it." She told him, before going back to her work.
"Thanks," Bart said, walking toward the door. When he got to it, he paused briefly to sigh once more time before opening the door to find the same over-weight balding man he had seen earlier, he was going over paperwork. "Bart Simpson, come on in, have a seat." He told him, Bart hesitated for a moment but did as he was told and sat down, setting his book bag down beside him as he did so.
"I am Principal Dondelinger," The man introduced himself, "Tell me, what brings you to my office?" The older man asked, folding his hands in front of him on top of his desk.
"Ms. Haynes told me to come here." The teenager replied, arms folded over his chest
"Why was that?" Bart did not respond to the man's question instead he turned his head away and glared out the window. "Bart, why did Ms. Haynes send you to me?"
"Because she thought I skipped her class, which I didn't!" Bart said, irritated "A group of kids locked me in one of the stalls and I had to wait for someone to let me out, by the time this happened class was over. When I tried to explain myself to her she wouldn't even listen to me, and sent here to you."
"Is that the truth?"
"You calling me a liar?"
"Well, you do seem to have a habit of it,"
"What are you talking about?" Bart asked, his glare turned into a look of suspicion
"I have been looking over your files," Dondelinger said opening up a vanilla folder, "and you have quite the reputation, just being 14." He commented, scanning over the many papers "Where did you get that?" The boy asked, his anger returning "Over the last 10 years you have had a history back talking and lying to teachers, defacing school property, pulled a series of pranks on teachers and students, served many detentions in both Elementary and Junior High." Dondelinger casually went down the list, ignoring Bart's question. "Seems like you have problems with authority."
Bart rolled his eyes and sighed as he listened to Dondelinger continue to read his file, "It also says here, your parents are Homer and Marge Simpson."
"So what?"
"I hold your mother in high regard, she was a wonderful student here, got good grades and graduated with high honors," Dondelinger said, "Your father, however, was a slacker who got into constant trouble, and it was obvious he would never amount to anything." The old man sneered, "It is clear now that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, like father like son as they say,"
"Okay, we're done here," Bart said, getting up, "I told you what happened, clearly you don't believe me so I'm going to be on my way." The teenager said, heading towards the door
"Not so fast," Dondelinger stopped him, making him turn to the older man "You just bought yourself one day of detention, report to the old building at room 306 at 3:00 o'clock."
"Detention?! But I didn't do anything!" Bart said, outraged over the unjust punishment.
"So you say," The Principal said, dismissively "but there was no one else with you in the room that can verify your story, can they?"
No answer
"That's what I thought," Dondelinger said smugly, "so it's just your word against theirs," He told him, "Now get out of here! I've got work to do!" Bart glared hatefully at the man before grabbing his book bag once more and walking out of his office, slamming the door as hard as he could behind him, startling Ms. Grabble as he did. He walked up to her "Just so I don't get in trouble again and get sent back here, do you mind writing me a note telling my third-period teacher, where I was."
"No, its no problem," Ms. Grabble said, pulling out a piece of paper, scribbling down something fast before folding it over and handing it to him.
"Here you go,"
"Thanks, I appreciate it." He said, "My life can't get much worse can it?"
"Oh, honey, the first day is always the hardest for new students, don't worry things will get better," Doris assured him.
"Yeah, well, I hope so," He said to her, "because if this is the best it's ever going to be, I'm already dreading the next 3 years." Bart put his book bag on his shoulder once more, "Thanks again for everything, see you later." The teenage boy then walked out of the main office, once out in the hallway again he let out a sigh. "My first day here and already got detention, this got to be a new record." He said to himself, before heading off to salvage what was left of his third before class.
Homer sat leaned back in his chair, feet up on the console and hands behind his head, snoring softly. The phone then began ringing, startling him out of his slumber. Alarmed, he looked frantically around for the source of the noise before his eyes landed on the phone and picked it up "Hello?" He asked, tiredly
"Hello, Homer," A raspy voice spoke on the other end,
"Hey, Marge, what's up?" Homer asked, smiling a bit at hearing his wife's voice
"Nothing much," She answered, "Just thought I would check how things were going at work."
"Honestly, Marge, it sucks right now."
"Why?" She asked
"Mr. Burns made an announcement this morning, the Power Planet is due for another inspection in a month so until then all employees are put on mandatory overtime, at no additional pay," Homer said, clearly depressed about it. "Oh, Homie I am so sorry," Marge said sympathetically, "What can I do?"
"Just keep my dinner in the microwave for me and I'll warm it up when I get home."
"Okay, Homer." She said, a worried look on her face. Just then she heard an alarm blaring in the background "I have to go, Marge. I'll call you later." Marge then heard the click of him hanging up on the other end, followed by a dial tone. "Bye, Homie." She said, before hanging up the phone too. As soon as she did the telephone began to ring, she picked it up and put the receiver to her ear. "Hello?"
"Hello, is this Mrs. Simpson?"
"Yes," Marge answered, "Who is this?"
"This is Principal Dondelinger, I am calling in regards to your son Bartholomew,"
"Why? Did something happen?" She asked, worriedly
"Unfortunately, yes, Mrs. Simpsons it has," He told her, "Your son has received detention for skipping one of his classes."
"What? Well, that doesn't sound like Bart-" She began to protest, but was interrupted when Dondelinger then said "I'm afraid so, Mrs. Simpson you will need to pick him up at 3:10 after school."
"I'll be there, thank you Principal Dondelinger." With that, she hung up the phone and walked over to the table where she then sat down. Marge put her face in her hands. After all the warnings she had given him, her son had still had gotten into trouble, she was truly disappointed in her son. The blue-haired woman had hoped with age that Bart would have matured and learned to stay out of trouble when asked, but clearly, he couldn't do that, that would be too much to hope for.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the day and Bart walked to the old building and down the hall, looking over the class numbers till he saw "306" and opened the door there sat a male teacher behind the desk, reading a book.
His eyes then turned the other students in the room and found three familiar faces, now looking at him. Jason, Kyle, and Devon. "Well, they did say this morning that they had detention so it makes sense why they are here," Bart thought to himself
They sat a few seats towards the back. He glared at them as he then found a seat up front, "Well, well look who is here," Jason taunted with a smug grin, "What are you doing here, slick?" Bart simply ignored him and began doodling on the desk. "Hey, what are you deaf? I'm talking to you!" Jason said, now annoyed, throwing a paper wad at him and hitting him in the back of the head.
Bart continued to ignore him, he now had a Bart skull and crossbones on the desk, with the words "Bad to the Bone" written underneath it. "Mr. Dooley, be quiet!" The teacher said to him, an irritated look on his face.
There was a brief silence before Jason turned back to Bart again, "Let me guess, you got in trouble because of the little prank we pulled on you, didn't you?" Bart once more did not answer them but was clenched his jaw. He could feel his anger begin to boil from Jason's insistence to speak with him. "Come on, you can tell us..."
"Jason, leave him alone, he doesn't want to talk," Devon told him
"Do I look like I care?" Jason responded back, looking at him
"Mr. Dooley, this is your final warning, be quiet!" The teacher said, now becoming angry.
"Maybe you should," Kyle chimed in, in a hushed voice "You already got even with him for eavesdropping, now leave it alone." Jason looked at his brothers a moment, before looking at Bart and saw he was still facing forward. Unfazed, and not the least bit concerned about what was going on around him.
"Fine," Jason said, "I've got better things to do than to waste my time on a loser on like him anyway." He said, just loud enough for Bart to hear it and proceeded to throw another paper wad at him, once again it hit him in the back of the head, harder this time.
Bart could feel his anger seething now, as he fought to keep it under control as Jason began to throw more paper wads at him. Bart knew that Jason was just trying to get a rise out of him by provoking a reaction and just continued to ignore him, doodling on the desk once more.
A few minutes later, the door opened again. Bart and everyone else turned their head in the direction of the doorway and saw Marge standing there an annoyed look on her face. "I'm here to pick up my son, Bart." She said, "Hey, Mom." Bart greeted his mother as he rose from his seat, grabbing his book bag and slung it over his shoulder as he walked up to her. When he did, he noticed that she was glaring daggers at the three other boys in the room, who became shifty-eyed and nervous under her menacing stare.
"Mom?" Bart asked, getting her attention
"Let's go, your sisters are waiting in the car." She told him
"Okay," Bart said, walked out of the room, Marge glaring one last time at the three boys before closing the door behind her. Everything was quiet as the two began to walk down the hallway, Bart looked at his mother silently wondering what she was thinking at this moment. She was a few steps ahead of him so he was unable to see her expression but he was sure she was still annoyed.
Once they got outside and began heading towards the car, Bart decided to break the silence. "Mom?" He asked hesitantly, "Mom, can we talk about this?"
Marge did not answer
"Look, I know this looks bad, but I swear to you I did not do anything!" Bart now pleaded with her, which then made Marge stop in her tracks and turn to look at him. "Why should I believe you?"
"Because I am telling you the truth!" He told her, "Whatever Dondelinger told you was a lie! I didn't skip class!"
"What happened then? Why didn't you go back to class?"
"I couldn't go back to class because I got locked in one of the bathroom stalls and was unable to get out!" This caught Marge's attention and she looked at him with interest, "You got locked in one of the stalls? Who did that to you?"
"Those kids you saw sitting with me in Detention? It was them, they're the ones who did it."
"I see," Marge then said, before walking to her son and placing her hands on his shoulders. "Bart, I'm sorry I ever doubted you, don't worry, I'll come down here tomorrow and talk to Principal Dondelinger and set matters straight."
"Thanks, Mom." Bart smiled, making Marge smile in return
"You're welcome, let's go home," She said, ruffling his hair a bit before the two made their way to the car where Lisa and Maggie were waiting patiently. "Hi, Bart," Lisa and Maggie said, greeting their older brother. "Hey, Lise, Maggie." Bart greeted his sisters as he got in the car, mother and son then buckled their seatbelts "So how was your first day of High School, Bart?"
"It was rough," He said, "but tomorrow is a new day, and will hopefully be better for me." Lisa seemed satisfied with that answer because she did not press the subject, and afterward the Simpsons drove began their journey back home.
A/N: That is it for Chapter 3 I hope you all enjoyed it :) Once again, please forgive the delay in getting this Chapter out. I promise Chapter 4 won't take nearly as long to post. Hope you guys have a great day! Take care!