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School so far has seemed long since we went over rules and such for the first few days, hence the first part of the chapter. I'm exhausted, I'm having trouble with my sleeping pattern/schedule, and I already have homework XD Yippie! Still, I'll try to update as much as I can. I hear a hurricane…Gustov was it? Yeah, some hurricane like that's going to hit us so maybe I'll be able to lose a day of school because of flooding or something!

Prison was often compared to school by numerous people.

They both had fences, although school 'claimed' to say it was for their own protection. They both had horrible food half the time. They both had older people watching them closely almost like hawks. They both have dress codes or even uniforms that their prisoners hate. And they both have schedules that basically control your life.

You had a certain time in the morning you had to wake up every day, you had to dress and groom and eat before transportation to school; same with prison. You had a few minutes before class and between classes to talk to your friends, and then once you heard the bell you take off; same with prison. The bell dictated a good portion of your life, telling you when to eat, when to move, when to relax…so on so forth in both worlds. The bell was the ruler, your commander in a sense!

Sideshow Bob knew this very well. For nearly half of his life he spent it in prison with a bunch of inbreeded low life idiots who couldn't even rob a store without screwing up which way the mask went on. It was rather pathetic but alas, he couldn't figure out what was more pathetic; him feeling like Einstein in prison…or in Springfield. Either way, he felt annoyed and alone. His thoughts swarmed his mind, thoughts that possessed more than five words a sentence and actually made sense. He hated the feeling of feeling like the only human being with a functional brain in this place.

That was before Lisa Simpson came along.

Even when he had been foiled by the first time ever by Bart Simpson, he sensed Lisa was…special. Although through out the Simpson kids childhood he never really had too much interaction with the girl, mostly with her brother, he knew she was similar to him. Both were intelligent, knew what current events meant, could have the same taste in music…they were like one spirit spilt in two despite the age difference.

Ah yes, the age difference.

Bob lay on the poor excuse called a mattress as he stared up at the ceiling. So many people knew him there, some from the news but most from their stay from before. They knew that he was to have top bunk or else…of course the 'or else' was a hallow threat but since it was from a 'killer', it was good enough. If some brave fellow decided to try and take his bed, he would lecture them in a Shakespearean way which left them stumped long enough for him to steal said bed.

As he lay there trying to get his mind off of his aching back, he started to ponder about the young lady. No longer was she a girl of age eight, she was now in college and he…well, he was in his forties, enough said. There had been cases of some early 20 blond thing, one of those silly celebrities, marrying an old man for his money. There have also been cases of a young lady falling for an older man old enough to be her father, but it was for love…not money.

Why bother thinking about love at a time like this?

He was in prison for life for 'killing' the girl's brother. Sure she was trying to help him out of jail and get the 'real' killer…but that was all it was; helping. She was not hitting on him, winking playfully, lifting her skirt her or hinting in any form or fashion that she wanted to date him. Even if she did, everyone would look down on it.

"Ironic," he thought with a small grin, "how if the two smartest people in Springfield got together…everyone would sneer and claim it was dim. How cruelly ironic."

Why should he be thinking of this in the first place? Why even bother thinking this, about the woman? Perhaps boredom had entered his mind and made him ponder of random things. Perhaps he was losing his aging mind. Either way, he should have stopped…but, of course, did not.

One must imagine how annoying this was, to think about something you shouldn't think about. Lisa Simpson was like fruit from the forbidden tree, something poisonous to touch, to look at, to taste plucked from the tree. Despite the age difference, which could easily be overlooked, there was the matter of her heritage, her blood.

Many thought he had killed her brother and just because she didn't think so, didn't mean she would date him. Her parents would have a fit and try to kill him in he tried. The whole town knew very well of his attempts on Bart and would assume he wanted something from Lisa, when in fact he did not. It was pointless to try, to daydream it, to think about it!

He needed to remove his attention, his thoughts, his mind from that subject. He didn't need to be driven to insanity just because of one young woman. He certainly didn't need to feel the need to be loved or commit suicide before he was 'found innocent'. Such a thought made him chuckle. The whole town assumed he was guilty; the kid was dead from so many times of trying to kill him. He'd be happier if he was free and the boy was dead…alas, it was not.

Rolling onto his side, he tried to take a quick nap to forget the name 'Lisa'. However, as luck would have it, the guard suddenly announced, "Sideshow Bob; you have a visitor!"

I love leaving you guys in suspense lol

Next chapter: The truth! Evidence tells the real story of what happened to Bart Simpson! Review!