Friends?
"It isn't fair!" Ed yelled, slamming himself on his bed. He reached up and grabbed a model rocket that had been thrown in the air by the sudden impact. Smiling, he said, "See, I can do something useful", but as he looked at the toy rocket his smile faded. That's all it is, a toy. No use can come of it, if anything it would eventually get in the way of something. He threw the small toy across the room, and watched it shatter into a hundred pieces on the wall. That rocket was just like him, useless. He knew he wasn't the type to take a hint right away, but once he got it, it stayed. All he was good for was entertainment. Ed slammed himself against the bed again, holding his face in his pillow as he kicked his feet in frustration. Maybe, just maybe he would have been good for his muscles, if only he weren't so clumsy. As he finally took his face out of the pillow (now soaked with tears) he looked around his room. He had posters from B- monster movies that came out before his parents were even born. Eddy had his scams, Double D had his inventions, but what did he have? Imitations from movies. He was fourteen, and had never read a book in his life. What good was he? Only a distraction, something that would undoubtedly mess things up.
"Ed!" He could hear his sister scream, and he immediately jumped to his feet. She was nowhere in sight, and she was probably yelling thinking he was in the middle of the disaster area he had caused only a half an hour before. Ed sank back into his bed, feeling a little calmer now. It was about for o'clock, and he would have the house to himself for a few hours.
Ed sat in his room, thinking (and we know how rare that is) for about another hour and a half before he heard Eddy and Double D outside. They were trying to call him, but didn't seem to realize where he was. If they were real friends they would have come earlier, right? He thought he was probably being too hard on them, they were only calling him names they had always called him. That proved once again hoe dumb he was, it took him this long to find the insults. They thought of him as nothing but a joke! The one thing he had always lived for, his friends, so readily humiliated him for a cheap laugh. Life wasn't worth living without friends, that was the one thing he had always known for sure. And he had seen enough movies to know what to do.
"It isn't fair!" Ed yelled, slamming himself on his bed. He reached up and grabbed a model rocket that had been thrown in the air by the sudden impact. Smiling, he said, "See, I can do something useful", but as he looked at the toy rocket his smile faded. That's all it is, a toy. No use can come of it, if anything it would eventually get in the way of something. He threw the small toy across the room, and watched it shatter into a hundred pieces on the wall. That rocket was just like him, useless. He knew he wasn't the type to take a hint right away, but once he got it, it stayed. All he was good for was entertainment. Ed slammed himself against the bed again, holding his face in his pillow as he kicked his feet in frustration. Maybe, just maybe he would have been good for his muscles, if only he weren't so clumsy. As he finally took his face out of the pillow (now soaked with tears) he looked around his room. He had posters from B- monster movies that came out before his parents were even born. Eddy had his scams, Double D had his inventions, but what did he have? Imitations from movies. He was fourteen, and had never read a book in his life. What good was he? Only a distraction, something that would undoubtedly mess things up.
"Ed!" He could hear his sister scream, and he immediately jumped to his feet. She was nowhere in sight, and she was probably yelling thinking he was in the middle of the disaster area he had caused only a half an hour before. Ed sank back into his bed, feeling a little calmer now. It was about for o'clock, and he would have the house to himself for a few hours.
Ed sat in his room, thinking (and we know how rare that is) for about another hour and a half before he heard Eddy and Double D outside. They were trying to call him, but didn't seem to realize where he was. If they were real friends they would have come earlier, right? He thought he was probably being too hard on them, they were only calling him names they had always called him. That proved once again hoe dumb he was, it took him this long to find the insults. They thought of him as nothing but a joke! The one thing he had always lived for, his friends, so readily humiliated him for a cheap laugh. Life wasn't worth living without friends, that was the one thing he had always known for sure. And he had seen enough movies to know what to do.