A/N: People who are familiar with my other stories may be somewhat shocked at the utter randomness that is this story. My other stories were carefully planed out - this however was written completely off-the cuff. I originally posted this on a forum as a "Choose your own adventure" type story - but instead of giving multiple choice - I let them chose to do anything they could imagine and thought up each new segment afterwards. The results are as follows:

You wake up just like you do every morning, but almost immediately you realise that something is wrong. For a start the walls are pink. You open your eyes more fully and you notice that you are in a room you've never been before, but somehow it looks familiar. In another room, someone is watching the Simpsons with the volume up real loud.

You rub your eyes, but just as you are taking your hands away you catch a glimpse of them. You slowly bring your left hand up into your field of vision. You stare at your hand in disbelief for several seconds and then begin to scream. For the hand you see is bright yellow with only four fingers.

Marge bursts into the room her blue hair brushing against the door jam. She kneels down next to your bed.

''Lisa!'' she says worried ''what's wrong?''

Your mind is racing. This can't be real, you think to yourself, but you decide to play along for now. If this is a dream, it's a good one.

''uh...'' you say, surprised to hear Lisa's voice coming out of your mouth ''n-nothing, just a nightmare. I'm fine.''

''Ok'' says Marge ''don't worry about it, I made waffles for breakfast, but you better hurry. You know how your father is...''

With that she left the room, leaving you alone.

You get ready for school, you're not really sure what to pack so you look for a timetable, until you remember that Lisa is still in elementary school and doesn't really have separate classes. So you just jam in a couple sheets which look like homework and head downstairs for breakfast.

Just as you're leaving your room however you trip on a skateboard and fall flat on your butt. Bart, you think to yourself. You can hear Bart's laughter as he approaches you.

Find out what the readers chose next chapter - which I am posting right now...

Just to be clear you DO NOT vote, the decisions have already been made and the story already written - furthermore 'Choose your own adventure' stories are banned from FanFiction. So please DO NOT report this story for that, because it IS NOT that. /sigh. =P