Lisa Simpson's New Friend

Chapter 2

After that, we drove in silence until we got to school. "Thank you for the ride, Mrs. Simpson", I told her as I got out of the car. "You're very welcome, Michelle, have a good day!" she replied before driving off.

I headed to my first class of the day which was music class, as usual, I walked through the halls listening to the kids say things about my Papa like, "That's Fat Tony's daughter! Her dad kills people!". Then I heard the police chief's Officer Wiggum's son Ralph Wiggum say, "Her daddy putted bullets in my daddy. My daddy had to potty in a bag". It seemed the more I kept walking the more people cleared the way for me, I hated how everyone was afraid of me because of who my Papa was. I continued walking when I saw the groundskeeper Mr. Willy cleaning up some vomit on the floor, "Ah, look at all this puke! Why did I come in on my day off?" he questioned himself out loud. When he looked up and saw me, he gasped, "Oh, Fat Tony's lass!" Before I could tell him, I could simply walk around the vomit he got down on his back and gestured for me to walk across. I did so reluctantly, "God bless you," he said as I walked over to him on my way to class.

I sat next to Lisa Simpson, Mrs. Simpson's daughter in Mr. Largo's music class. During class, I thought it would be nice if the two of us became friends since we have a lot in common, mainly because neither of us has many (if any) friends. But I knew that was a hopeless dream, someone like her would never want to be friends with the daughter of a mob boss. Thinking about the possibility of us becoming friends though, made me distracted during class as I didn't realize I was playing out of tune until Mr. Largo called me out.

This is what Mr. Largo looks like:

"Oh, stop, stop! Who's the out-of-tune idiot on the third clarinet?" he said. "That's me," I said standing up and raising my hand. "I p—you didn't let me finish! I...from now on you're not third clarinet, you're first everything! Now if you excuse me, I'm brewing tea and I have to go jiggle my bags!" Mr. Largo said as he ran out of the classroom. The rest of the day I tried to keep a low profile and not bring any more attention to myself until it was lunchtime. The thing I liked about lunchtime was that it gave me a chance to eat the food I made myself in peace, especially considering the slop they serve here the school calls food, wasn't good enough for even the roaches to eat. But I was so depressed about what Lisa might have thought of me that I didn't even bother getting my lunch, I made myself out of my locker and just sat at a table eating the lunch the school provided.

I saw Lisa come up to me with a smile that seemed genuine, "You're sitting with me?" I asked. "I'm not afraid of you," she said sitting down next to me. "Well, you shouldn't be. I'm not like my dad." I told her. "I understand. I'm not like my dad either." Lisa said holding up a newspaper she had hidden under her tray that read "Local Man Thinks Wrestling is Real" on the front page. "Oh," I said understanding what she meant when she said she was different from her father. She folded the newspaper set it down on the table and started eating the Macaroni and Cheese the lunch lady served. It was then that I heard a crunching sound, it came from Lisa's Macaroni and Cheese I watched her feel something in her mouth and pull out something, but I wasn't sure what exactly it was. "Ew! There's a triple-A battery in my macaroni and cheese!" she exclaimed in disgust. "It counts as a vegetable." said the lunch lady behind us. "I can't eat this," Lisa said as she pushed her tray away.

"You know, I cook a little. Maybe I can make you something. All we need is some fresh ingredients" I told her, hoping she would say yes to trying my cooking. "Well, you're not going to find any here." She replied pointing behind us where the lunch lady was serving beans by opening a can of World War II beans as ghosts started floating around and screaming. The lunch lady didn't even look surprised or scared of the ghosts, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, get in the bowl." she said in complete disinterest. I took Lisa out of the double doors of the cafeteria that led to the playground outside. She held out her plate while I got the ingredients, "Dandelion greens, a sprig of wild dill, fresh blackberry juice for dressing" After adding the dressing she took a bite. "It's delicious!" Lisa said after trying the food I made. "Are you just saying that 'cause you're afraid of my dad?" I asked. "No, it's great!" she replied I could tell she was genuine in her answer. Suddenly she felt something in her mouth again, "Ooh! Except for the bee!" Lisa exclaimed as she spit the bee out of her mouth. We laughed at the funny situation that happened, when suddenly that boy who Lisa told me is named Nelson saw us together. "It's good to see you laughing!" he said as he walked by us and pointed at me. The two of us just shrugged and ate the lunch I made; we spent the rest of the school day getting to know each other better. I learned that her brother's name is Bart, she has a baby sister named Maggie, a cat named Snowball, a dog named Santa's Little Helper, and she dreams of going to Harvard but she's not sure of what she wants to be when she grows up yet. When I told her about my trouble with science, she offered to tutor me, which I accepted with gratitude. After school, Bart, Nelson, Lisa, and Milhouse (whom Lisa told me has a crush on her, but she doesn't feel the same way) waited at the carpool lane for my Papa to come to pick us up. "You could make a great chef someday," Lisa said as we stood side by side. I sighed sadly, "My dad wants me to go into the family business. Which is, uh... 'waste management'". My Papa pulled up to us, "We are going for a ride" although to the other kids, this made it sound like he was going to kill them. "By which I mean the carpool. Perhaps we will get yogurt." He says calmly to not scare the others anymore. "Now who wants to sleep with the fishes?" he says again, trying not to sound scary but failing. "Because I brought this Finding Nemo bedspread," he said showing off the bedspread to everyone.

We all got in the car, and I sat up front with Milhouse sitting next to Papa in the driver's seat, while Nelson, Lisa, and Bart sat in the back and we all listened to Papa's favorite song on the radio. Everything was going fine until Papa saw something in the rearview mirror. "The Calebresis! My archenemies in waste management!" He then pulled all of our windows up. After ramming our car 3 times, Papa turned to look at Milhouse. "Milhouse, may I borrow your three-ring binder?" he asked politely as The Calebresis rammed our car again. Holding up two binders with different images Milhouse asked "'Garfield' or 'Love is'?". "Uh, I prefer the cat. He hates Mondays. We can all relate". Papa took the Garfield binder opened it so the rings were exposed and threw it out of the car. I didn't get to see what happened to the Calebresis but it must have hurt because I could hear an explosion from behind us. After dropping off Nelson and Milhouse at their houses, Lisa and her brother Bart were the last ones left to be dropped off.

We drove up to their house and saw their mom waiting for them outside, they opened the door and ran out to hug her. "I apologize for my tardiness. I 'ran into' some old acquaintances." Papa said hinting at what he meant subtly by "ran into". "On the surface, that sounds practically pleasant" Mrs. Simpson replied.

"Papa, can Lisa and her family come over for dinner?" I asked Papa secretly praying and hoping he'd say yes. "We'd love to!" exclaimed Mrs. Simpson. "You know, I've never met your wife." Mrs. Simpson said genuinely curious about my mom. "Sadly, my Anna Maria was whacked by natural causes," Papa said sadly as he put his hand on his heart. "Oh, you're a widower," Mrs. Simpson said clearly sorry for our loss. "I bring flowers to her grave every Sunday," Papa said as he held my hand. "Ooh, flowers every week! I wish I was dead." Mrs. Simpson said, which made me think it was a bit odd for her to say something like that. Papa and Mrs. Simpson agreed to start promptly at 8 PM, so my Papa and I went home to get everything ready for our guests.