Simpsons Porn Story: What I Pine For Chapter 1

itI
sit in the back of Lisas Car, my legs tucked under my chin away
from the prying eyes of the neighbourhood children. Im Maggie
Simpson, Aged ten, a Reserved Girl who doesnt mix very well, Lost
in a world of fate.

The
Children at school act like I dont exist, Like a soulful speck of
dust floating forever in a vacant
landscape, Even the teachers treat me with care, I have to have
special lessons so everyone thinks Im thick which I the case I
guess.

Im
not like other Children

Maybe
it would have been better if I had died that day I fell from the top
of the Climbing Frame. Be free of this pain and exclusion. Thats
how I got this horrid illness. I had been climbing then suddenly like
a hand had pushed me I was thrown back and landed with a smack on the
hard concrete. I had passed out.

I
remember the rest clearly even it had happened so long ago, when I
had come round I had found myself trapped. Unable to hear From
that day forward instead of the chatty and joyful Four Year Old I had
once been was gone, Gone Forever just like that. This was the new
Maggie, The New me.

Im
Maggie Simpson aged Ten and Im deaf.

Lisas
gentle, warmhearted hand on my shoulder
pulls me out of my sullen daydream. I look up at her, her arms are
crammed full of paper bags which she squashes into the seat next to
me. I pull on my seatbelt and Lisa points to the Steering Wheel,
Signing that she is going to drive off. I dont need her to sign
for me, I already understand.

We start
to drive away, I still make no noise and its been years since I
have talked.

I feel
more comfortable that way, its hard at school though when people
start to pick on me I just want to yell at them, to leave me alone,
To think how they would feel in my situation.

But why is
Lisa stopping? We cant be at home already can we? I peer out
through the weather, washed window onto the world outside. We are at
the Kwik-E-Mart

Lisa mimes
opening a wrapper and Licking an invisible Popsicle in my direction.
I understand what shes getting at and leap out of the car.

I follow
her in through the Sliding doors and to the Popsicle Stand; picking
the blueberry flavor as I always did I follow her back to the Counter
where Lisa is standing holding up a strawberry one.

We lean on
the wall outside sucking away the flavored ice; I have loved
Blueberry Popsicles ever since I have been little because they always
cheer me up no matter how bad or sorry I feel.

Its
late when we arrive home, I pull off my coat and hurry upstairs, I
dont feel like eating dinner. I flop down on my bed and roll over
wondering a thousand wishes if I would ever hear Lisas sweet voice
again.

All the
pain and humiliation from Six years was still with me; wherever I
went, and for as long as I have this illnessOh its all hard to
explain.

I reach
for my diary and flick through the many pages filled with Sadness and
dread. Im more prone to write my life on paper seeing as I cant
explain it out in words.

I feel
tears on my cheeks, why must I always cry when I remember my life.

After I
came out of hospital I had to have special lessons with a special
tutor in a special school. My Tutor was deaf himself and he taught me
sign language.

My Family
learnt it to, Endless nights of pouring over hard, merciless books.

My Life
had changed

I didnt
need their hands or their voices, I just needed them. When it
somebody you love you understand them no matter what they are trying
to say.

I sighed
and sat up, my dreams were different and in my dreams I was free.

I was like
other children that were able to laugh, play and hear. I heard my
Family, even though I have forgotten there voices, I had made them
up.

I heard
Lisa jamming away some jazzy new tune on her sax. Bart arguing with
Homer, Mom humming some tune to herself while she cooked.

The force
of sleep was great; I rolled back over not bothering to put on my
Pajamas. I was too tired, but not all hope was lost. We had been told
by Hibbert so many times when we thought all was lost, Remember
never give up hope, One day she may be able to hear again

I wished
so hard and then I fell away into my dreams,

It was
early morning, my eyes were sore but someone was shaking me. I opened
my eyes then something amazing happened.

Mags,
Wake up! Lisa Called

I could
hear her, I could, I really could, my eyes snapped open properly and
I as I looked up at her I wondered:

What
miracle is this?