Chapter Two: Springfield

                                    

                                          
"So, (Y/n). Where are you from?" Lisa asks.
                          
"Before here, I lived at (wherever you are). My parents wanted a new start," I answered Lisa.
                          
"Nothing was wrong where we used to live, they just wanted something fresh and fun, instead of the same boring things, I guess.." 
                          
"Oh, well you'll love it here in Springfield. Even though there are some people and places to avoid.." Lisa trailed off, looking at the ground.
                          
"That's an understatement," Bart grumbles.
                          
"Hmm?" This perked my interest. Are there some people here that I should avoid? 
                          
"N-nothing!" Lisa speaks up. I was taken aback at her little outburst. 
Once Lisa realized what she done, she piped down and cleared her throat, 
                          
"It's nothing important, a discussion for later. Say! Wanna go explore Springfield so you know, get to know springfield a little better?" Lisa suggests, clearly trying to change the subject. 
                          
"Oh, sure," I reply, a little agitated. I wanted to know who was trouble so I wouldn't get into it myself.
                          
"Great! Let's go then," She says, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the kitchen. Bart quickly follows after us.
                          
"Mom, we're headed out to show (Y/n) around Springfield for a bit!" Lisa calls out, opening the front door. 
                          
"Okay! Be back by 7!" Marge says.
                          
"Have fun, kids!" My mom calls out.
                          
We went outside, but before we could go, Bart stops us.
                          
"Wait! Let me get something," He says, running to the side of the house.
                          
"Bart, I swear to god-" Before Lisa could say anything, Bart comes speeding down the driveway in a red bike. He stops his bike by me.
                          
"Why are you bringing your bike?" I ask, pointing to his bike.
                          
"'Cause walking is for nerds. Plus it's overrated," He smirks, flipping his hair out of the way of his eyes.
                          
Lisa and I roll our eyes and continue down the sidewalk to town. Bart is doing tricks behind us and on the side of the road, complaining how we are "too slow".
                          
"Bart!" A voice calls out. We all stop and turn. I hear Lisa groan. 
                          
"Sup, Milhouse?" Bart greets a boy who ran up to him. He had blue hair, a black ripped shirt, Thick red glasses, Jean shorts, and white sneakers. He was also buff. 
                          
"H-hey lisa!" Milhouse shyly greets the blonde girl, rubbing the back of his neck.
                          
"Milhouse," Lisa hissed.
                          
"W-who's the new kid?" Milhouse asks, gesturing to me.
                          
"(Y/n), the new girl. She moved here recently," Lisa says. 
                          
"Does she go to Springfield High?" Milhouse asks.
                          
"We don't know, do you (Y/n)?" Bart questions, looking at me.