“Twenty-five cents, please,” Edd said, holding up the glass jar to Johnny. The nearly bald boy dug into his pocket, pulled out a shiny quarter, and deposited it. Although Edd would be happy to let Johnny enter, he knew that Eddy would demand everyone pay. “And Plank?” he asked, turning the jar to the painted wooden board that Johnny cradled in the crook of his arm.
Johnny turned to Plank, watching his painted face for an answer. “Sure I got it, buddy,” he said and pulled another quarter out of his pocket. A forged wooden quarter. “Plank says he’s a little short this week. He can pay you on his next allowance.”
Edd plucked the quarter out of the jar, examining it and frowning. He didn’t want to make waves, but he knew Eddy wouldn’t accept that excuse. Then again, it was unfair to gouge Johnny twice for his unique friendship, so he lifted the curtain and welcomed the pair inside. “This wa
Edd stepped off the bus and shouldered his backpack. His chest swelled with pride at the sight before him: Peach Creek High. Others around him shuffled about with gloomy expressions and muttered unpleasant remarks under their breath. For the life of him, he couldn’t see why. This was the next step in their academic lives, the moment they felt closer to institutions of higher learning, and the first day of many enjoyable days of learning and scholastic knowledge in this new school year.
He straightened his tie and smoothed out his pressed vest, ready to meet his fellow students and academic professors with a big smile and a positive attitude. Edd was so excited and enamored with the thought of entering high school, he didn’t realize he was blocking the door to the school bus and preventing everyone else from disembarking.
“Come on, Sockhead,” Eddy said, pushing him along. “We got to make a good first impression and standing there
It was Christmas Eve, and all through the Cal-de-sac, a white blanket of snow coved everything, the rods, pavement, trees, the roofs of houses, and every bit of grass, nothing looked more beautiful. A blue headed girl the cal-de-sac called Marie, walked across the white waters, enjoying every moment, her hand berried into her pockets, with her feet shovelling the snow into her knees. As she strolled through the cal-de-sac, she noticed someone, he was wearing a black shock hat, and an orange cote. She knew who that was, it was Edd, the one she had been jumping on and kissing throughout the hole year, he wasn't facing her, and his head was berried into a book, a perfect target she thought. She picked up a handful of show, rolled it into a ball, and launched it straight at the boy, 'Bam' hit him right on the chest. When he looked up to see who did it, Marie looked away and carried on walking, he'll never know she thought, and she carried on her trail.
Over the month, Edd’s enthusiasm for coming to school didn’t diminish in the slightest. If anything, it only increased. Yes, there was the mental challenge and friends to look forward to, but the one thing that topped his list and set his feet racing through the halls to another day of learning was the Advanced Chemistry class. Each day, Marie displayed more of a side he never knew that stimulated a connection between their minds, almost as if he had found a fellow peer that shared his love for the subject.
Yes, there were still the barrage of flirtatious remarks from Marie. She continued to do her best to whisper suggestive things that made him hot under the collar or approach him in ways that ripped him out of his element and placed him far outside his normal comfort zone.
One particular instance, in showing him how she measured out the exact sample for a corrosive compound, she had stood behind him, with her arms wrapped around his wai