I felt like giving the story a rewrite so here it is!

Lisa Wingnut

Lisa Stood outside the Butcher Shop and eyed the door Spitefully, She didn’t feel like going to get the meat for her Mother, She didn’t want to see the Huge Knife or the Butcher, Friendly may he be.

She sat down on the kerb and stretched her Wings, It had been Weeks since she had last flown, she was scared that the Prying Eyes of Children would throw up rocks and sticks, trying to knock her down.

Once they did knock her out of her path and she fell down and smashed the bones in her legs because as Doctor Hibbert said, she had Hollow Bones that suited her for flying.

I wouldn’t say Lisa thought her life was Satisfactory; she could have had it better, she would only rest when she found out why she was different to other children…

It began to rain and Lisa looked up and down the road and then took flight for the first time, Lisa could only fly short Distances but one day, one day she would fly free.

She only flew in bad weather which they hadn’t had for about Six weeks up until now, Lisa didn’t care if her White Wings were sodden or her vision was blurred, she just wanted to get home. Lisa life wasn’t normal; she had lived with this family for as long as she could remember, it was hard to recall her life in full, she had been with The Simpson’s all her life it seemed.

SMACK!  Something hard hit Lisa’s face; she looked down and saw a Gang of Boys throwing Apples up at her, SMACK! Another hit her in the left wing, She rolled off course but still went on, They were chasing her now, she had to hide, She quickly took refuge in an oak tree and hid herself in the leaves not caring if her face was scratched and bleeding.

She watched them turn and run back to their bikes and cycle off into the hazy fog.

She felt tears in her eyes, why was she treated like this? Was she so Different that she had to be treated like a caged animal at a circus? Was she such a clown that people threw their junk at her when she walked down the street?

Lisa Curled up into a sad ball and waited for the pounding in her head to stop, she stayed their for what seemed hours but when the rain stopped and she felt a tad better she continued on foot, Her shoes had fallen off in the escape so her feet got dirty and mud covered. Even her pearly wings were damaged…

Marge helped Lisa wash the slime off her feet, cleaned and put plasters on the cuts and bruises. Lisa felt grateful for her loving Mother.

After Lisa had washed her hair she climbed into her warm soft bed and lay on her back unable to lie on her sides because of her wing span. Her Wings stretched out both sides of the bed and unable to move her left one because of the damage of the apple.

Thanks Alot!

Here is another Part

She awoke to a large rock hitting her window, The Glass Cracked, Lisa spun round and lay on her bad wing and yelped, Another Rock hit the Bricks surrounding the Window, She jumped up and hurried over and knelt down by the Wreckage.

Maggie was outside the window, she waved up at her Sister who opened the Shutters.

“Mags! What the?”

“Lis, I need to talk to you,” she called back,”

She then hurried off round the back of the house.

Lisa got up from her knees and tiptoed to the door; she slipped round the door and headed off down the stairs and out the back window.

Maggie was hiding in the Yard Tree, She ushered Lisa up and Unable to fly Lisa did her best to grip the branched with her fingers and feet.

She reached the top and Maggie pulled her sisters nightgown so Lisa could sit opposite her.

“Maggie, What is it?” Lisa stated

Thinking that she wouldn’t beat about the bush Maggie jumped strait in and said

“What did they do to you?”

Lisa was rather Surprised, Who was they? Then she realised Maggie was referring to the Boys who were throwing the apples at her.

“Oh some boys were throwing stuff at me last night, nothing bad…” She trailed off.

“It must have been something pretty bad to break your wing,”

“I mean it, Nothing was wrong,”

Maggie took her Sister’s Shaking Hand

“Tell me Lisa…”

Lisa paused, she was just glad it was the Holidays; she couldn’t take life in school, the kids whispered about her in class and poked her with their compasses and pens. At Break they would crowd around her and hit her and her wings with anything they could find, they called her disgusting names and jeered more when she cried.

Ok I will post them in Word Documents from now on.