It all started 15 years ago today. That horrible day that caused me to lose all contact with the only friends I have ever known. Why did Eddy have to pull of such a calamitous scheme. No, 'pull off' would mean that he succeeded, But he didn't. The result of it failing caused us to run away from the Cul De Sac, to Eddy's brother. Who turned out to be nothing but a brute. We became befriended by the children of our neighborhood. We were finally accepted by everyone. Sadly, that tremendous feeling would only last a short while. While our new found friends where happy that Eddy's brother hadn't killed us, Our parents were very displeased and fed up with our antics. We didn't see each other outside of school for well over two months. Even when in school we were not allowed to talk to one another, unless we wanted our punishment to be drawn out further.
For the first time in Eddy and Ed's life, they didn't get a detention slip, and their grades improved drastically. It was surely a feat to behold, but was it worth it? We couldn't even enjoy our new friendships with the other children because we were so down about our own.
When our sentence was over, all was right. We went back to they way things were as if none of this had happened. As if cue, Eddy and Ed's grades dropped back to the normal D's and F's and were, once again, back at home in the school detention center. Once again, it was short lived.
One night out of the blue I came home from my football game to discover my parents' car in front of our house and a moving truck in our driveway.
"Mother, Father?" I called as I opened the front door to our home to see boxes stacked all over. I just didn't understand.
"There you are, Eddward, dear." My mother put both of her hands on either of my cheeks and kissed one side.
"What is going on?" I was puzzled. Maybe we were moving everything so that the house could be renovated again. I never did understand why they continued to do such maintenance on our home when they were always away on business.
"Hello, Eddward." M y father walked into the room and let his hand rest on my mother's waist.
"We need you to grab your belongings and put them in the boxes that are up in your room right away. The movers will be here at the crack of dawn to place them in the truck outside."
I gave them a puzzled look. "Are we renovating the house again, father?"
"No, son. We are moving."
No words escaped my agape mouth. I was utterly speechless.
"Your mother and I are getting you away from these hooligans you call your 'friends' before their next plan causes your death."
I still couldn't speak. Sure Ed and Eddy were a handful, but we weren't that reckless. We've had a few close calls, but we are still here to talk about it, aren't we?
"...M-Mother. F-F-Father. I don't understand. Ed and Eddy would never do anything that would cause me harm purposely!"
"It's not just that, Eddward. They just are not they type of people you should have around you if you want to become productive in life. I admit I allowed it at first, but I thought you would grow out of it by the time you reached Junior High. But it seems I was wrong. I truly regret moving here all those years ago"
I don't approve of them talking down about my friends. I love Ed and Eddy, and I refuse to be separated from them again. I could hardly stand those lonely two months. How am I suppose to survive an eternity! But what could I say? I've never told my parents no. I can't start now. I just wasn't raised that way.
"Now, I need you to get organized. We will be leaving in less than 8 hours." They walked away to continue packing. I slowly made my way up the stairs to my room, only making my way half way when I heard my mother speaking to me.
"I do not want you to go see those boys, do you understand?"
"Yes, mother." I continued up to my room, tears making their way down.
That was 15 long years ago. After we left, I never heard from the kids of the Cul De Sac ever again. I tried countless times to contact Eddy and Ed by letters, but they would always return to my new home stamped with "Return to Sender" in bright red. I don't blame them for not wanting to communicate with me. One minute I was in Peach Creek, The next I was here in another state in a town called Blackberry Fjord. I wouldn't talk to me either.
It is a beautiful town, and I do like it here but as they say "Home is where your heart is." My heart just wasn't here.