A world without Bart
First chapter: Bad day
Hard day for Bart Simpson. He was coming home, alone, sad and in a little rain. Bart was wondering what was wrong with him. He liked to be mean, to make jokes, but he regretted it almost immediately afterwards.
At school, Bart allowed himself any nonsense. He loved to make his comrades laugh or at the very least, entertain them. But sometimes he wondered so clearly, they appreciated him for what he was.
And at home, it was no better. Between two sisters who seemed happier than him (one who found his passion in science and jazz, and the other who spent all his days with their loving mother) and a father who preferred to drink when he found himself dismissed, Bart had a hard time finding his place.
He was walking, all occupied with his thoughts, when he noticed a rather large and illuminated grocery store. He decided to enter in order to warm up. In fact, he had landed in a part of the city that he did not know and which was very far from his home. Maybe he could make a phone call so that Homer or Marge wouldn't come looking for him? Even if he doubted that the first one would move, given that he had already made a false leap to him.
- Hello, young man.
- Hello.
Bart was morose. He raised his head, and saw a rather tall man, smiling and with a beard.
- Sorry to bother you, sir, (Bart surprised himself with this new politeness, but he didn't really have the heart to laugh).
- My boy, as you can see, the grocery store is empty and there is no one there except the two of us. So, you don't bother me at all.
— Can I make a phone call, please? I got lost and I would like someone to come and walk me back.
— You can make your phone call, young man. However, I notice that you are sad.
Without really knowing why, Bart decided to confide in this stranger. He finally admits that he wishes he had never been born.
— Your wish is granted, young man, replied the bearded man, snapping his fingers.