Simpsons Porn Story: Unexpected Connections Chapter 1

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Unexpected Connections

A sunshine-hued bus pulled up to the once spotless white curb of Springfield Elementary School. It waited impatiently for the mass of students to board its body with grins plastered across their faces and freedom fluttering inside their hearts. Teachers smiled at each other in tacit, shared happiness as they took their seats in the front of the vehicle. Insouciant chatter, secret games, and cacophonous giggles comprised the symphony of sound that enveloped the bus as it propelled itself away from the school, away from stress, away from hardship, and away from reality. A field trip had begun.

However, while every other individual on the bus was pleased beyond measure, my heart was sullen. While I usually enjoyed going on field trips for the innovative, educational experiences that museums and real-life applications proffered me, a school trip to the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant was not my idea of a worthwhile jaunt.

I had already been to the plant more times than I could count, and none of them had taught me much. The whole exploit seemed frivolous, and I absolutely detested frivolity.

Why couldnt we have gone to the Springfield Museum of Art? The other 2nd grade class is going, I asked Ms. Hoover as we boarded the bus.

Oh, Lisa, weve been over this. Were not even studying art in my class.

I riposted, Well, were not studying nuclear physics either. Were not studying nuclear energy or nuclear chemistry or nuclear engineering or nuclear propulsion or

Lisa! shouted Ms. Hoover. Enough! Were going to the power plant because it is more worthwhile and educational than looking at a bunch of colors and shapes on canvases.

I gasped. I could not believe what I was hearing. Mrs. Hoover, with all due respect, condemning the value of art is an appalling thing for an instructor to do.

Well, then, I suppose you will have to live with being appalled. Not everything can go the way you want it, Miss Simpson, Mrs. Hoover replied dismissively.

I was outraged, but was impelled to board the crowded bus along with everyone else. I sat in the back, where I could stare out the window and dream of a more stimulating experience. As my eyes ran their gaze of moving trees of tourmaline and dreamy skies of tangerine, I began to envisage a world where people understood the beauty of the scene as I did so emotionally. At that point, my acquaintance Janie sat next to me and interrupted my fantasy with the harsh, displeasing sound of reality.

Lisa, Lisa! Janie shouted as she tapped my shoulder.

I turned from the window to my peer. Yes, Janie?

I have some big news to tell you, she continued with an odd amount of giddiness in her voice.

I looked at her, a bit curiously. What is it?

Joshua just told me that he liked me liked me. And he said Robert likes you!

I cast my glance over to Joshua and Robert, two boys I had known since kindergarten. Joshua was short, fairly handsome for an 8-year-old, with dark eyes and an ever darker mind. He was the Bart Simpson of the 2nd grade, although he was much more popular with the female populace. Every girl in my class had had a crush on him at one point or another, except me. I never found his wiles captivating or his deviousness charming. Sure, he was interesting in the dangerous sort of way, but he was as dumb as my dad and as cruel as my brother. I wanted no part of him.

Robert, on the other hand, was a bit kinder and smarter. He was an average student, an average friend, and an overall average human being. He was always the follower of Joshua, and never had I once seen him stand up to him. And I enjoyed Robert, as a friend, and it would pain me to see Joshua boss him around like he was some type of slave. But I suppose Robert enjoyed it, because without Joshua, Robert would simply fade into the back of peoples minds like he was one more blank face on a swarming street.

I turned back to Janie. Well, I guess thats all well and good. But I dont like Robert.

You dont? I told him you did

Janie! I exclaimed irately. This field trip was growing worse by the second. Why would you do that?

Janie nervously played with the soft, milk chocolate curls that cascaded down from her pigtails. Well, I thought you liked him. You guys would be so cute together! And now that Joshua likes me, we can all hang out together. Wouldnt that be great?

I sighed. Yeah, just great. I turned back to stare out the window. The truth was I seldom liked boys. One or two, I had interest in at some point, but I was not like the other 2nd-grade girls, who thought that crushes were possibly the most cataclysmic events of their lives. No, I decided to focus on more meaningful matters of the heart: music, art, culture, the world. I knew that boys would not bring me the happiness I so craved, but that inanimately-directed passions just might.

Lisa, whats the matter with you? Roberts the second cutest boy in school.

Its not that. I forgive youits just… I didnt know how to talk to Janie. I didnt think she would understand, but I gave it a shot. I feel like I cant relate to anyone here. I mean, look at all those cheerful faces. And yet here I am, so disheartened.

Because of this stupid field trip?

I looked up with hope. Well, yeah. You think its pointless too?

Janie nodded. Totally pointless.

I began to get worked up with passion. Because we really should be going to the art museum. Because we really should be studying the academic, idealistic techniques of Adolphe-William Bouguereau or the emotional influence of the Pre-Raphaelite era, right?

Janie stared at me with blank eyes. Well, no. Just because we have to do the work packet on the power plant while were there. I mean, this is a field trip! Were supposed to be having fun!

My heart sunk once more. Oh. I turned back to the windowmy only solaceand sighed a lengthy sigh of loneliness. If only I could find one person who would understand me