to her room. Bart came in right after.
“What’s with her?” asked Homer.
“I don’t know but she was crying all the way on the school bus. I tried
to ask her but she wouldn’t tell. She didn’t look like she was
physically hurt though.”
Bart went up and knocked on Lisa’s door. He only heard muffed sobbing on
the other side. He slowly opened the door. Lisa was on her bed with her
pillow over her head.
“Lis’, what’s wrong?”
“My life is ruined.”
She took a sheet of paper and gave it to Bart. It was a report card and
she had an F in history.
“Oh Lisa, I’m sorry. But you know, your life isn’t finished because of Continue reading