Simpsons Porn Story: Unexpected Connections Chapter 3

The next day at school was greatly the same as the ones that preceded it. I sat in my tiny desk, intently listening to Mrs. Hoover despite every fiber of my being opposing this function. I did my work quickly and efficaciously; I completed with success before most of the other students had begun writing the date on their papers. And then I was left to think. This was my favorite time of the school day, the time in each class when I was done with my work and could have the rest of the period to dream, create, and imagine.

It was not that I didnt enjoy learning. It was definitely not that at all. Learning was my deepest pleasure. It was that the fact that I wasnt learning, or at least not as much as I should have been. Occasionally, we would study a branch of science that was foreign to me or a war of which I did not confidently know the details. However, this was the exception, and most days I spent taking unnecessarily precious heed to material I already knew.

However, while most of the school day was less than necessary for me, my thinking portion was more than necessary. I seldom received the opportunity to think without distraction at home, with Bart often initiating some type of calamity, with my dad usually caught in some dilemma, and with my mom trying to help both of them. Sure, I had my room as solace, but I couldnt peacefully think anywhere as long as I knew that my family was in trouble. So, I always ended up pulling up my sleeves and trying to help them too. Despite Mr. Smithers comment, I was really trying to take after my mom.

And now as I was thinking, I began to reflect on my omnipresent feeling of isolation from the world. I usually tried to avoid thinking about it, because I knew there as no escape from it. But conversely, that morning, I felt like there was no escaping thinking about it. I began to wonder if I was truly alone in this ignorant, immature Earth and came to the conclusion that there must be others out there like me. But perhaps I was alone in the town of Springfield. And this was just as horrible as far as I was concerned, because I knew that I would have to wait until I was an adult to escape beyond the city bounds.

All at once, I felt like I couldnt breathe. I looked around the classroom, spotting Ralph Wiggum downing a jar of paste, Janie and Joshua passing notes, and Ms. Hoover nearly sleeping at her desk. I felt trapped.

I raised my hand. UmMs. Hoover?

Yes, Lisa? groaned Ms. Hoover.

May I go to the bathroom?

Sure. Go ahead. Take the pass.

I hurriedly walked to the front of the classroom, grabbed the pass, and made my way out the door. And out of Springfield Elementary School.

I didnt know what I was doing, but after I had left Ms. Hoovers classroom, I just kept walking. Down the corridor. Across the fields of the playground. Out of the school and down the streets. I told myself to snap out of this destructive trance I was under, but I couldnt. I had to get out of there. I had to break away.

Never having done anything like this before, I kind of wished my brother were by my side to instruct me about how to properly execute a ditching of school. But he wasnt. He was in class. I, Lisa Simpson, was on the run and Bart Simpson was in class. The world didnt make sense to me anymore.

I just kept walking, following my heart to wherever it happened to lead me. Which just so happened to be the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant.

I convinced myself that I must have found my way here because I wanted to see my dad, although a small part of my heart knew that wasnt entirely true. As I paced down the hallways of the plant, I found myself turning my head at every corner, expecting and maybe wanting to see someone. My dad, my dad. Thats who I want to see, I told myself, although I knew that if that was true I would go directly to his station instead of meandering aimlessly past others posts.

Temporarily snapping out of whatever spell I was under, I directed myself towards the candy machine, hoping to find my dad there. However, it was Mr. Smithers whom I found, sitting on the small bench beside it, gulping down Jolly Ranchers like they were pills.

Mr. Smithers? I asked as I approached him. He looked down at me, surprised.

Miss Simpson? What are you doing here? he asked.

I didnt answer. How could I tell him I ran away from school to come seemy dad?
I have the day off.

You look sad, he then added. Here, take a seat next to me. You want a Jolly Rancher?

I smiled and tried not to beam. Yes, please, sir. I took a seat and gladly accepted the candy.

So, whats wrong, Miss Simpson? Mr. Smithers questioned.

I sighed. Well, you wouldntI mean you have more important things to do around here than to listen to my problems, Mr. Smithers.

Im on my break. Please. Go ahead.

Well, I just feel so alone sometimes, I started insecurely. Mr. Smithers nodded, encouraging me to continue, which relieved me a bit. I just get so tired of being around people who have nothing on their minds but playtime and boys and money and pleasure.

Mr. Smithers asked, People who spend all day talking about themselves and insignificant matters, when there are so many more innermost and essential things in the world, and they dont even seem to realize it?

My mouth gaped open and my eyes grew wide. Yes, yes, exactly, Mr. Smithers! You understand!

He smiled. I certainly do. Story of my life.

Well, how did you manage to get past it? How did you manage to grow up and find happiness?

Mr. Smithers pushed his descending glasses back against his eyes and shrugged. Im not sure I have. Most of the time, I just dont let this town get to me. I ignore the ignorance, which I know is very ironic, and I put aside the insolence, and I overlook the emptiness. I focus on my work andsome other things. And that helps me attain some sense of contentment, but I couldnt help you with the finding happiness part.

I nodded. Perhaps happiness is too lofty a goal for people like us.

No, dont think that. Its just me. Im sure you will Mr. Smithers started, but then he looked to my side at the bathroom pass that was resting on the seat next to me. Miss Simpson, did you run away from school?

I giggled nervously. Umwell, noI walked away. Heh.

Mr. Smithers now looked irritated. I wished more than anything that I hadnt made him angry with me, but I did. Come on, lets get you back to school. Ill drive you.

But Mr. Smithers

Miss Simpson, you dont want truancy on your records, do you?

I thought about it and knew the answer. No. I dont.

Well, then, we really should hurry. I only have twenty more minutes for my break.

Feeling quite ashamed about my fleeing from school, I said, Im sorry I ruined your break, Mr. Smithers.

Mr. Smithers smiled and waved his hand facetiously. I was going out to get some lunch anyway.

I smiled weakly. Are you going to tell my dad that I ran away from school?

Not if you promise never to do it again.

I promise, Mr. Smithers. I promise!

Okay. Then, it can be our secret, Mr. Smithers said as he opened the car door for me. I hopped inside, my heart giddy. Mr. Smithers and I had a secret. We had a real conversation. We had a connection. Even if truancy did go down on my record, it was undeniably worth it.

TO BE CONTINUED