Ed sat at his computer, his worn green jacket on his long arms. He sat at the desk with his glasses askew, trying to figure out what his next book should be about. Ed had gone from a filthy middle schooler who could barely scrape a D+ if he payed attention and was terrified of his bratty little sister, to a tall skilled writer who had seen many of his stories turned into films and had won numerous awards. The Green jacket he had inherited from his grandfather, which had seemed like a trench coat when he was a child, now fitted him nicely. He remember on numerous occasions when his friend Eddy McGee had asked him to use it for some hairbrained plan and Double D as they still called him, suffering from having to make a bunch of reckless dangerous inventions. He looked at the pictures on his wall pictures of him and his friends from the time they were toddlers till the present. He smiled his agent had been pushing him to write a book about him and his life Now he knew what to write. All he had to think of now was his title he tapped his chin thinking, then remembering a group name Eddy had called them by in grade school, he had his title. Smiling he turned to his computer and typed.
Ed, Edd n Eddy:
An Autobiography
By
Edward Horace Stone