The other Lisa Simpson

[windrider86]

Well, I told you I was writing some fanfics, and finally I decided to post here my first one. It's a bit short and I know I surely can do it better, but anyway, I hope you'll like it



The other Lisa Simpson


That’s how they sometimes call me, but that ain’t true. I'm just Lisa’s friend... or that's what I’d like to believe. When we met for the first time, I thought I had finally found a true friend, but time has passed, and distance has grown between us.

“Hey, you still think we can be friends?” “Only if we’re the best”

Well, Lisa… I’m afraid one of us has fallen behind… and I’m afraid that one is me. I can’t… I can’t stand it anymore… It’s too much pressure for me; I just can’t bear it… For Lisa, being a model student, trying to improve every day, achieving new goals... is a challenge, a motivation. For me, it is an obligation; it has always been. It wasn’t enough being a good student; I had to be the best one. It wasn’t enough to be a good girl; I had to be perfect.

It has always been this way since I can remember; I know my parents worry about me, and they want to give me all the best... but they never ask me what I want. And I just want to be normal, only that... It is too much what I’m asking for?

If anybody thinks I’m weeping while I write these words… well, you’re right. I can’t hold back my tears. Right now, my parents are arguing about something. Again. I think they’re talking of moving to another city. One more… Belfast, Boston, New York, Springfield… Please, not again… And yes, it’s true: Belfast. I was born in Northern Ireland, though it seems I’m American. I don’t know, and I don’t care. I just want to stay in a city, or in a town, and live a normal life…

But that doesn’t matter. My voice does never matter. Just my grades, my saxophone solos, and my good manners; that's all what counts. That’s what my parents truly want. They know what is the best for me... just what they want.

My whole life is a big schedule: every minute of my time is carefully planned. How can you call that a life? From home to school, from school to home… in both places I’m unhappy. I try to smile, yes, but that’s only a facade, most of the times… Eating an ice cream, going to the beach, playing in the snow… that’s what makes me really happy; the most common things in life. The things that make any kid happy… And of course, those are the things I can rarely enjoy.

Who I am, really? The brilliant A+ student and saxophonist, always smiling and raising her hand whenever the teacher asks a question? Or maybe the poor and sad little girl who quietly cries every night in her bed, silently complaining about her empty and meaningless life?

I know I should dare to tell my parents what I really feel, but… would it be worth while? Would they listen to me or would they just tell me I’m just a child who doesn’t know what does she want? It wouldn’t be the first time, of course… But how can they know better than me what do I want? I want to be happy, and I’m not happy with my life! I can’t be happy with my life! I need a change!

But… how I’m gonna do it?

An important question, for sure… I just got no idea of what I should do. Mmm… maybe I could ask Lisa… Yes, that’s what I’m gonna do; maybe my parents can control me when I’m at home, but they can’t do it when I’m at school… yet. I’m pretty sure Lisa will help me as soon as I tell her about my worries; I bet she already knows something bad is happening to me… I only hope nobody finds out she’s helping me; last thing I’d want is Lisa getting into trouble by my fault.

I need to calm down a bit… I hope a warm bath will help me. It’s still Saturday evening; I’ve got enough time to think on my plan ‘til Monday comes, but now I need to relax. If the bath is not enough, I’m sure listening to my Enya CDs after dinner will soothe my soul… “Shepherd Moons”, “The Memory of Trees”… I got to thank Lisa for giving them to me … it wasn’t even my birthday… It’s truly the best present someone has ever given me, besides my pendant…

Phew… Too much things on my head… That can’t be good for a seven year-old girl. It won’t be good for anyone, I guess.

Well… I don’t know how things will end, but I do know one thing. It’s something I’ve got in common with Lisa; something that both of us have learned pretty well. Each one by a different way, but that doesn’t matter. We know it for sure: being a child prodigy is no bliss.


Allison Elaine Taylor

[windrider86]

Oops... It looks like I completely forgot about the legal disclaimer... Of course, I don't own any of the Simpsons' characters, which belong to Matt Groening and Fox. I just hope no one is upset because of my little mistake

[UndeadSamurai01]

I was considered something of a child prodigy, so I know first hand, intelligence does not bring you happiness. (which I suspect you already know).

I did feel similar to this story, but not because I was falling behind, I couldn't do that even if I wanted to. I just stopped caring, I was so good at school, at playing the trumpet, at chess, at swimming (and fitness), that I didn't even have to try any more. I was just better than everyone I knew, at everything.

I just read hundreds of novels and non-fiction books, one after the other, trying desperately to escape the monotony of everyday life. I hated everyone for being stupid, and weak, and for bullying me. I was so completely unhappy that I couldn't sleep at night, but I never told anyone.

When I got to university everyone was smart. I realised I wasn't as smart as I had thought I was...

And I couldn't be happier!

[windrider86]

Yeah, sure I know, and pretty well...

Luckily for me, one of my best friends was as smart as me (or even more), and he was quite tall and fit, so bullies didn't push me around too much... but most kids simply ignored me. I was a nerd, a geek... "freak" would come later, in the High School. Most "funny" thing, it was that I never really had to study too much, despite what people said; in fact I'd say I studied very little time; I simply had a very good memory and was interested in reading books and learn more things... I even read my textbooks as soon as I got them at home... XD

I didn't excel at Music, really... it was one the hardest subjects (the only one, I'd say) I had at school. I wasn't too good at Physical Education, but I was thin and had long legs, so I was a very good at running and jumping, and I had more stamina than people could have thought... But even that, one good point for me, they used it against me, calling me "ostrich" and "Gallimimus" (due to my fascination for dinosaurs and the fact that "Jurassic Park" was in fashion during those years)

But that wasn't the worse for me. I know it now. No, not the kids... but the teachers. Yeah, I could be considered somewhat of a "teacher's pet", but in fact, they stopped me. Just as it sounds: they forced me to go at the same pace of the other students... and I didn't have the spirit to search for my own way to a greater knowledge. When I finished answering the questions of the textbooks even weeks before the "average" students (and I don't want to insult anyone) did... but would you think the teachers did? They told me to erase all the answers and finish the work when all the others. I didn't realize then, I didn't say a word... but in the end, that has been worse for me than being ignored by nearly everyone.

Fortunately for me, my parents had never pushed me as hard as Allison's parents do (at least in my story), so I didn't have too much stress for studies... 'til I reached the university, but that's another question and I think I'm writing a bit too much XD

And yeah, I truly was a lonely child, as I was shy (I'm still a bit, nowadays) and found very difficult to make friends; when I ended the High School, I only had four really good friends. Things have gotten a bit better in the last years, luckily

So I spent most of my time writing and drawing things, alone, in a room, or reading fantasy books to escape from the dull and gray reality. I joined soccer and basketball teams in my early days... to no avail. Though I liked playing, I didn't enjoy the experience; I lost interest pretty soon. Maybe losing nearly all the matches and playing only a few minutes from time to time had something to do with that...

But as I said, things have gotten a bit better in the last years. Not at University (I'm really trying to finish the Biology course, I promise XD), but outside it. I've gotten a bit tougher (mentally), I've got a bit more of self-esteem (I need more, anyway), and I enjoy going out with my friends, much more than I did before

D'oh... Now I realize my reply is (way) longer than my fanfic... Anyway, thanks for finding time to reply

[UndeadSamurai01]

Yeah, the bullies never picked on me physically - I was a martial arts black belt by the time I left school. Only one guy ever layed a hand on me. He regretted it five seconds later, and said sorry once I threatened to dislocate his elbow. (I didn't injure him and that's the only time I've used my martial arts for real).

In terms of doing school work - I didn't really. I only did what was assessable - and even then I never put any effort in.

I didn't really respect my teachers at all. I always assumed that they didn't know what they were talking about and I called them on it. Basically I had two types of teachers - teachers who liked arguing with me because we were on the same intelectual level, and teachers who dispised me and tried to get me transfered out of their class.

I didn't care what they wanted me to do, either they'd tell me what I wanted to know, or I'd ignore them and work on something else.

I did have one friend who was as smart as I am - he's at another uni now, studying pure maths.

I wrote another story you might like:
www.fanfiction.net/s/5704470/1/Lisa_the_Social_Scientist

[windrider86]

Thank you for the story, if it's as half as good as "Firestarter", I'm sure I'm gonna enjoy it

A martial arts black belt... Wow... No one would dare to mess with you XD

I never liked fighting (except in videogames, of course), and I always preferred to avoid harm, dodging blows and well... running away if necessary. I had to be cornered or very angry to fight back... Fortunately for me, that didn't happen too often.

Seeya!

[UndeadSamurai01]

I don't really 'like' fighting either, but no-one really believed I was a black belt because I never got into fights.

That guy was about 6" taller than me, and a rugby player (so he thought he was tough). He grabbed me by the collar and tried to shove me into a wall, and was threatening me with the other fist.

My first instinct was to break the grab and throw him into the wall, but that might have given him a concussion, so instead I responded by kicking him (in the shin, rather than the nuts or breaking the kneecap), rotating his arm into a lock (forcing him to bend it and causing pain), palmed his face (in a more serious fight I'm trained to gouge the eyes), then moved into a shoulder lock (in a more serious fight I would have dislocated the shoulder) and swept his legs, throwing him to the ground (face down). I knelt on his elbow and threatened to break it by pulling his hand upwards , but I was never gonna.

In the end both he and I were completely uninjured, and I never even threw a punch. The fight lasted about 5 seconds and he was obviously defeated, without being hurt - I'd say the fight went perfectly.

For some reason people said I fought dirty - apparently there's some sort of rule that you shouldn't hit someone while they're on the ground and you shouldn't 'supprise them'.

But that's crap. There's only one way worth fighting. Fight to live. Use every advantage you have to destroy your opponent until they are unable, or unwilling to fight back.

[windrider86]

An amusing and interesting story, as I guessed

I hope I'm not "copypasting" (or however it's said) the review I left on Fanfiction.net, but I must say I like Lisa/Colin stories, and I'm a bit upset that the writers of the series seem to have forgot about Colin. C' mon, I ain't saying they're a perfect couple, but it would be so hard to give him a few lines in some episodes? Or at least seeing (or talking about) him, so we can realize he's still there...

Talking about the story, although it was a bit shorter than I expected, it was quite well done and it has got a bit of everything. Every character which appears in the story fits perfectly, even if he/she's got only a few lines (like Fat Tony or Chief Wiggum, for example)

And for once, I enjoy seeing Lisa as the one who plots "crazy plans", but in the end I feel a little sorry for her, as she realizes college is too much for her, and most of all, because Colin goes back to Ireland (I'm not surprised that his parents don't want him near the Simpson family... XD) But knowing Lisa, she'll get over it all

As for Bart, I had never seen him in such a way, but well, maybe he'll be able to defeat the curse of the "Simpson gene". Yeah, maybe...