A/N: So I've been reading up on cartoon theories lately, and for some reason the Ed, Edd, & Eddy one just really sticks in my mind. Then, this idea came to me. I hope you like it! Oh, and here's a link to the theory. I suggest reading it first!
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Did you read it? Good! Now, I hope you enjoy this story! R&R
"Do you have the time, to listen to me whine? About nothing and everything all at once", the music began, blasting into my ears. I watched the moving men carry our furniture out of the truck, as I lay stretched across the couch that used to reside in my bedroom. Why did we have to move? I was perfectly happy back home. I turned my head and looked out into the cul-de-sac. Eddy Street. What kind of name is that? I turned my music up louder and began to listen to the music blaring through my eardrums. Though, of course, I was interrupted by the sound of my dad calling my name.
"Natalie! Natalie, where are you?" he shouted. I sighed, pulling my earbuds out and stopping my music. I shoved my iPod into the pocket of my zip-up hoodie, and walked out of the truck. I jumped down, my neon pink high-top Converse smacking loudly against the black pavement. I turned to my parents, who were standing with another couple I had never seen before. They were pale, with platinum blonde hair, and dressed very preppy, sweater tied around the shoulders and all. Confused looks were painted on their wrinkling faces, which quickly changed to looks of fear when they saw me.
"Suzanne, James, this is our daughter, Natalie," my mother stated, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I gave them an unenthusiastic smile, which they returned with forced, fear-filled ones.
"You, um, didn't mention you had children," the woman my mother referred to as Suzanne said shakily.
"Child. We only have Natalie," my mother corrected her. The woman appeared as if her heart sunk a little hearing that. She hummed a small noise to signify that she heard my mother, and then an awkward silence came across the five of us. I bit my lips, licking off a little of my lip-gloss. The taste always reminded me of being a little kid, and getting jawbreakers at the candy shop. Then I look down at myself, I see my distressed denim short-shorts, my black Green Day hoodie, my neon pink tank top, my black crackle nail polish painted over the neon pink. My dark brown hair is straightened thin, with black streaks appearing here and there. I wasn't a little kid any more. I knew full well that my parents hated me dressing like that, but I didn't care. Finally my father broke the awkward silence, and commenced some bauble chit-chat with the new neighbors. I stood there, silent and still like a plank.
After a few minutes that seemed like hours passed, Suzanne and James made up some lame excuse as to why they had to leave, and walked over to their home next-door. My parents went back inside our new house, leaving me out on the driveway. I swiftly walked into the green lawn to the "For Sale" sign, pulled it out of the ground and threw it to the side before dropping down onto the lawn. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my iPod, and began to untangle the headphones when I heard something.
"Hey, little girl!" a voice shouted. My head shot up to see a boy, probably about fifteen years of age, stopped on a bike about six feet away from me. I scrunched up my face and glared at him.
"I am not a little girl! I'm thirteen-years-old!" I hissed. The boy scoffed.
"Yeah, yeah. You live here?"
"Yeah. I just moved in, why?" I asked, brushing my hair out of my face. A sinister grin came across the boy's face as he let out a small laugh that gave me chills.
"Did you know that a kid died in this house?" he stated. My jaw dropped a little, my brown eyes widening. He nodded towards the house, and I whipped my head towards where he had directed, my hair swooshing through the air. "You see that room where their hanging up the curtains?" he said. I looked and saw my black curtains with jolly rogers all over them being hung up in the windows to the far left of the second story. "That's the room where the kid died." My entire body began to tremble as I looked at the window in fear. I quickly turned my head away, and looked back to the boy. He laughed sadistically before riding away from me. I pulled my legs up to my chest and buried my face in my knees. There was no way I was sleeping tonight.