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"Break time" Said, Mrs Ocean. "I hope you all took notes and if not, your assistant would have done so for you. See, you all tomorrow"
And then some of the students began to leave.
"I see, you struggling Bart" Said, Josh. "Perhaps, we can move you to another class where things are a little easier for you"
"Easier?" Bart said, he should be happy but he had a terrible feeling in his gut.
"I'm sure we can talk to your parents about the school moving you to another class" Said, Josh.
"I'll think about it" Bart said, before getting his bag and walking down the steps and out of the class room.
Bart found his leg's walk quickly through the spotless hall way and make his way to some open double doors to a wide-open space, just the sight alone was a thousand times better than Springfield.
"I know this good Chinese restaurant out of town we can go to" Said, one kid with phone headset, with some girls.
"Then I know this great mall, near that place" Said, a girl beside the kid. "I got some shoe's pre-ordered there, that I need to pick up"
They were about to pass him, when Bart suddenly blocked their way.
"Wait. You guys can leave school at break?" Bart said.
They all looked at him, clearly wondering who the hell he was.
"Of course, we can" Said, the kid. "We all can. What do you think this school is? The school opposite us?" getting the girls to laugh.
Bart thought they were snooty people but if he could leave this place and head to Springfield Elementary, he would take even their advice.
Bart got out his tablet and set a route to leave the school and a route showed up.
Bart began to follow it without looking around at the many kids who were in their own groups and talking about thing's he wouldn't understand because he wasn't born highly privileged.
He didn't even see his sister Lisa, sitting on a table outside with a group of friends that she made the bus and in her classroom with a happy expression on her face.
Bart soon found one of the exit's and in front of him was the back of the Montessori plack.
He saw Kid's playing out in the yard and looking at across the street enviously.
He crossed the street and ignored the gasps from the Springfield Elementary kid's as he did so as he ran around the school and went to find Milhouse, out back.
He passed a window that showed the groundkeeper willie, putting a rat into a pot.
He found Milhouse playing on the jungle gym, surprisingly enough Nelson and his crew were nowhere to be seen.
"Bart?" Milhouse said, upside down, he thought he was hallucinating.
"Hey, Milhouse" Bart said, and Milhouse got down.
"Bart! It's really you!" Milhouse said, as the other kid's stared at Bart in his new school uniform. "What are you doing here?"
"Apparently students from Montessori can leave school when it's break time and lunch" Bart said, "I thought I could visit my old school, so here I am"
"We'll I don't know why you would want to come back here, this school is terrible" Milhouse said, even he wasn't going to sugar coat it, then the kid noticed something. "Hey, where's Lisa?"
"Back there" Bart said, "Every kid is so snooty over there"
Lisa had no friends here and was despised as a know it all, why on earth would she want to step back into this school willingly?
"We'll, you're welcome to join us" Milhouse said.
"I've got a better idea" Bart said, before he had a mischievous smile on his face. "What to help me prank Skinner?" he opened up his bag and showed his old paint balloon kit.
Suddenly he heard.
"Can I help as well?" Martin Price said, surprising him.
Seeing him, everybody was suddenly brave enough to want to help as well.
"Ur...okay?" Bart said, confused. "It can be a collaborative effort"
He didn't know that they were hoping to get on his guest list.
Everybody took a balloon and began to fill it with paint before making their way to Skinner office, inside, three kids distracted Skinner while the rest entered his office and set up the balloon's over his door, using an easily cut, string to hold them up.
Skinner was coming.
"Hide!" Bart said, as they all hid.
"Troublesome, kids" Skinner said, in his blue suit and walking to his door only to find it jammed.
He used his full body to open it, unfortunately his body naturally swung into position, all heard he heard was the sound of wind before he was pelted with about a dozen balloons filled with paint making him look like a unicorn had thrown up on him.
Bart laughed and so did Milhouse, everybody else laughed also.
"God, I miss coming here" Bart said, wiping a tear from his eyes, before they all heard a beeping noise coming from his bag.
It was his tablet.
He took it out and heard a robotic voice say. "Break is over, it's time to get to your next lesson. Chemistry."
Bart turned and said. "I'll see you at Lunch, Milhouse"
"Can't wait" Milhouse said, before confession. "Things are boring without you here"
"On the weekends, I'll let you into my school, bring whoever you like" Bart said, before running out of the double's doors, which had broken locks on them and made his way onto the fake grass and crossed the road.
He was instantly, caught by a security guard who wanted to see his ID.
"Please give me, your key card" Said, the man in a blue professional guard uniform.
Bart got his out and watched the man got out a reader and scanned his ID in before deciding it was legit and let him pass.
Bart followed his Tablet to the building where Science took place, with his eyes on the directions, he didn't bump into a single person and found his way to a steel like door with a key card reader next to it.
He swiped it in and the door opened and he walked into a large room, it had a spotless colourful floor and there were large tables with beakers and Bunsen burners on them.
This time, Bart wasn't going to let the teacher introduce him.
"Hey, I'm Bart. Bart Simpson" Bart said, as they all looked at him. "I'm a new kid and I'm supposed to be here, today"
The middle-aged man with a moustache that taught, recognise the name and said. "So, your Bart? Please sit anywhere."
And Bart did, right in the middle of the room where a kid with glass sat next to.
"Today, we're going to discuss what a catalyst is and what would make a good catalyst if we were to do an experiment" Said, the teacher disappointing Bart with boring equations instead of actually doing stuff.
And Bart was pretty sure, he was good at Chemistry as well.
An assistant came over and introduced herself as Marinette, she was a young woman who had short brown hair.
The moment, the teachers started explaining what a Catalyst was, Bart got it but when he went into detail of what happened when a Catalyst was added to a substance, Bart mind just want blank.
And Marinette tried to explain it to him, she really did but it wasn't going into his mind, they tried questions but his mind was completely blank.
By the time he finally grasped something, the lesson was over and Marinette suggested that he could be put into an 'Easier' class while calling him 'Special'.
Bart didn't feel good as he left the room and went to Springfield for lunch to forget about why two adults were calling him special, he played kick ball and the Principle who saw him through the window, couldn't go near him.
Bart returned and walked into the changing rooms near the pool out-front, the place was large and everybody had their own cubicle attached to their own shower, Bart came out of his in blue patterned swim trunks and in 500-dollar dark green flip flops.
He had his own assistant on the left side of the pool, ready for him with a warmily heated towel.
"Okay, kids" said, their instructor, who was a buff man with muscles showing and tight blue swim trunks. "We're going to do a drill today. You will be put into groups and make your way to the other side of the pool. You will be timed by your assistant"
And they were all put into four lines, looking around Bart saw many fancy swimsuits especially from the girls.
There was a girl who actually had diamonds sewn on her 2-piece suit.
The whistle was blown and the first wave swam across.
The moment they all crossed, their assistant swarmed to dry them off and the next whistle was blow signalling for Bart to take off his flip flops and jump into the Pool.
Bart assistant quickly went around the pool and grabbed his flip flops while recording and then ran back.
Bart was pretty confident in his ability to swim, he may not be brainy but he was athletic.
However, he made the mistake of looking around and saw he was in fact in last place and touching the other side really hammered it home.
Bart realised that he wasn't up against out of shaped kid's, he was up against kid's that had their own fitness instructors for as long as they can remember and were even from athletic families.
Bart didn't feel so good as he was dried off.
"Don't worry, Bart." Said, his male Instruction Evan, he had a beard and brown hair flicked upwards. "If you keep at it, one day you can become first." before adding. "Or we can move you into an easier class"
Bart frowned at that and he felt a hundred times worse when it was announced that he had actually came in last place out of the whole class.
He went back to the changing room, disappointed and took a shower before drying himself off and putting on his school uniform.
He heard from his tablet. 'Congratulations. You have completed the school day. There is no club activates registered so head to the bus" and then he was giving directions.
Bart made his way to a separate parking lot for the school bus's only and saw Lisa talking to two girls as they got on the bus.
Lisa was beaming from ear to ear while he looked miserable compared to her.
Bart walked onto the bus and sat on the closest seat he could find and the moment his butt touched the seat, the meaning of the word 'Special' for him finally revealed itself to him as if it was a message from god.
"Wait a minute..." He said, "Special for me...is just a nicer way of telling me, I'm an idiot"
Bart wasn't happy when he realised that.
The bus drove away and the first stop was his and Lisa house because they were the only kids on the bus who lived in Springfield, they got off and walked down the driveway to the front of the house, where their mother came to greet them.
"My two kid's have come home from their fancy new school. How was y-" Marge only got those words in before Bart rushed past her, ran up the steps and shut the door loudly to his room.
"Oh, my" Marge said, what was wrong with Bart?
Meanwhile Bart, throw his bag onto the floor and throw his shoes and than collapsed onto his bed, not wanting to get up.
He heard his mother voice but he didn't answer.
Bart didn't come down for dinner.
Eventually Homer who came home, heard that Bart had apparently locked himself in his room and knocked on his door.
"Bart. It's me. Can I come in?" Homer said, only to get silence, Homer slowly crept into the room to find Bart still in his uniform on the other side of the bed with his back turned towards him.
Homer slowly walked towards the bed and sat down on his side.
After a while, Bart finally talked.
"I want to go back to Springfield" Bart said, stunning Homer.
"Why?" Homer said, "Montessori is so much better than Springfield. You have better opportunity's, they serve you real food. You clearly get a much better education there. Why do you want to go back to Springfield when I've heard nothing but praise from Lisa"
"That's because that school is practically made for Lisa in mind" Bart said, "She has no problems at that school. I just want to go back, at least at Springfield, nobody would tell me I'm 'Special'"
Bart didn't expect Homer reaction next.
"...What?" Homer said, in a voice a lot more serious than it was previously. "Who told you that?" suddenly on the other side and looking deadly serious.
"All my assistant's." Bart said, "They told me, that they could transfer me to a much easier class because I was having a har-"
"No son, of mine is going to a special class that isn't for those who overachieve" Homer said, surprising him. "Bart, one day when you have kid's of your own and you hope that they pass everything with flying colours. Being told that your kid is 'special' and it's not a compliment is the worst thing a parent wants to hear, other than they are dead."
Bart looked down, feeling like he was a huge disappointment to his dad.
Than Homer said, "Bart. When I was around your age. I was told that I was 'special' too but I thought it was a good thing. That was until my dad tried to strangle my teacher when he heard those words and he know I was failing school" getting Bart to look at him in surprise. "No good teacher wants to tell you, your stupid, so they use the word 'Special'. When I was a kid, you could tell that the teacher talked to me with a completely different tone than every other kid, it was as if I was 4 years old and I loved it. I couldn't understand why my dad was so mad."
Bart continued to listen.
"It wasn't until years later did I realise that when you're an adult and they know your 'special'. There is only so many job's that you can do and it leaves you wide open for people who went to swindle those kinds of people." Homer said.
"So, what did you do?" Bart said, "You're have a really advanced job. How did you land it?"
"Simple. It was dad, who helped me" Homer said, surprising him. "My dad refused to allow me to become one of those people. He would come home tired from work and help me with my homework. He would make sure I hit the books. I had to try twice as hard as everybody else just to pass a test. I struggled my up until I got to High school and took my first sip of Beer. But I wasn't completely far gone not to graduate. And here I am"
"Wow. It seems like you owe a lot to Grandpa" Bart said.
And Homer seemed to be thinking about something and said. "Your right. If he didn't take me by the hand and guide me. There is no way I would have met your mother in high school and who knows? I may be repeating the same grade for several years"
Before Homer said. "The point is Bart. Don't let anybody label you and put a limit on you. If I can do it, then so can you. In fact, I'll help you with your school work just like how my dad helped me. It's my turn now."
Bart was stunned as he said. "Do you mean it? What about work?"
"Bart, I come home before or during Dinner." Homer said, "Even if I have to stay with you until you go to bed. I will do that, if that mean's you will pass a test or exam. There is no shame with asking for help from your old man. I may not look it but I am willing to even read your school books to find out what the hell they're on about"
"Thank's dad" Bart said.
"No, problem, son" Homer said, hugging his son, before saying. "Now let go downstairs and get something to eat. Tonight, we hit the books"
Both Marge and Lisa who was peering through the doorway smiled at each other.
Homer, really had become a great example to Bart.
And scene!
Next chapter, its Saturday and Bart meets up with Milhouse, to take him to the school only to frown seeing the many extra additions. They go to the School and Bart finds out what it means to be exploited now that he was rich. Review/fav and follow!