Disclaimer: I own none of the cartoons used within.
This fic is an humor/angst sort of thing. Yes, it is a high school fic, but it's got a twist. It stars the characters of Ed, Edd, n' Eddy and Azumanga Daioh, but there are a ton of people in supporting roles including some people from (just to name a few) Totally Spies, Boom Boom Sabotage, X-Men Evolution, Detention, Jimmy Neutron, Detention, and many others.
The point of views do switch sometimes, but it'll mostly be third person. It starts out in Eddy's. This is basically the first time I've ever written first person, so bear with me, okay?
Been a little while since I started a new Cartoon X-overs fic, huh? You people thought I had shut up for a while, huh?! Bwahaha, never! Speaking of, I'm thinking of updating Who Wants to Stay Sane and I Wouldn't Eat That You, just when you thought your night terrors had left.
Ch.1
MIYAZAKI HIGH SCHOOL
Hallway 3-220
Tuesday, October 1st
8:20 A.M.
We got separated.
I feel like a little kid. I hate little kids. But I gotta hand it to 'em, they know what they're doing when they go about whining about getting separated from their mommies. Double D is not my mommy, but the feeling kinda sucks. I'd be worried that they ditched me if they had someone better to go to.
A month or so into my sophomore year and I cannot get used to this damn uniform.
Where am I anyway? Third story, I HATE THE THIRD FUCKING FLOOR. It's the hottest. Closest to the sun, I guess. I get this horrible feeling they're trying to broil us (they being the faculty). Probably are. Can't really blame them, I'd hate us too. But yeah, it takes forever to walk up to third floor from the first, it's hottest, it's only the science rooms in this side of the third floor and I hate science. I guess it's no use standing in this hallway-hallway (you know, those weird hallways leading to different hallways).
Wow, big cluster, over by… I wonder what it is… probably a dead kid. They killed somebody. I was joking before. That'd be kind of cool, I wonder who it is. Ohhh no, just the bulletin board. Hm, that girl is a seven and she's still laughing at whatever's on the bulletin board. Time to shove my way through and see what it's about.
Naked pictures. Oh snap. I'll admit that I spend a minute or so standing and gawking at it as other people giggle at the worst event of the high school life of whoever this is. She looks familiar, and HOT. Maybe… a cheerleader?
"Can you please jerk off in the bathroom?"
The constant giggling multiplied by three. I knew that voice. I hate Kevin. He's an asshole. Always has been, always will be. "I would, but I don't want to get the stall you already used." UGH. THAT was the best I could come up with?! I hate it when that happens! It's his fault! Not sure why, but it's Kevin's damned fault.
Yeah.
Whatever. That was my cue. I pushed my way out of the crowd, but he was the only one to push back. I stumbled a bit when I exited the crowd and almost fell flat on my face, my ankle bending awkwardly and crap I think I did something to it. Now it feels painful just to walk on it. I limp a bit.
"Nice limp."
…Well, I didn't think it was that noticeable…
"Aw, poor Eddy. Remember, big girls don't cry!"
The giggles turned into laughs. I walked into my first period just as the bell rang. Early? That's a first. Extremely pissed off and quite embarrassed? That's not.
I throw my backpack and stupid purple blazer down. Teachers always pull me aside and give me a little now-young-man talk when I don't wear it properly but I don't care. It's not the type of thing they put on your record. Who makes a blazer that kids have to wear every day for school PURPLE anyway? And it's not just them. It's shitheads like Kevin whose sole purpose seems to be making my day more miserable. It's high school, why do I need even more misery?! Who in this school isn't miserable already? There isn't a single person here who wouldn't do almost anything to make their lives just a wee bit less miserable. Well, Difference Between Them and Me Number One: I'm going to do something about it. Yeah… And no, I don't mean murder, what's wrong with you?!
Just something like it.
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MIYAZAKI HIGH SCHOOL
Gymnasium
Tuesday, October 1st
9:20 A.M.
Why this again? Eddward thought as a ball whizzed by his head. If he were vocalizing his thoughts, he would be whining. But as far as he was concerned, it was justified: unless you were of decent social status, dodgeball was on the same scale as waterboarding.
He ran to the left to avoid a ball. It hit the padded wall behind him with a loud THUNK – just listening to it was painful. The scampering boy looked desperately at the bleachers, where all the 'out' kids were. They could be summoned back into the game for every ball their team caught. If he timed it just right, he could get out at that perfect time when there wasn't enough time left in the game for him to be called back in.
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Double D was fully clothed in the locker room, but touched his collarbone where the bruise should be to see how tender it was. He winced with the slight pain that came with the touch. I should be feeling that for about four days or so.
Lovely.
He walked towards the locker room exit. He tripped and fell because someone deliberately stuck their backpack out in front of him. Ignoring two boys' laughter, Double D quickly gathered himself up and speed-walked out of the cold, metal-and-tile room before he could be accused of being a pussy for running away from a challenge (inevitable).
"Are you okay?"
"I'll be alright," Double d slowed his pace, grateful for the familiar, friendly voice. Sam was waiting for him. He had gotten used to walking with her part of the way to their second period (they went separate ways after going down two hallways together). She was a friendly enough face to him that he walked with her every day but not quite enough that he would consider hanging out with her on the weekend – that, and he didn't have the guts to initiate anything. Maybe in a group get-together of more than four, but he didn't even have the guts to ask nor more than two other people to ask to accomplish this. Quite a crap-shoot. "How was your gym hour?"
"Girls ran laps. Again." She rolled her eyes as she slid one arm through her colorful, sporty tote.
Now Sam was not necessarily so far out of Double D's league that it was against social law for him to make a move, but she was fairly far. She had more friends than he did and admittedly was much better-looking (and was just plain good-looking with long red hair, bright green eyes, a tall and fit body, and bright white teeth fixed by braces in junior high). Of course, her looks were second to the fact that Double D knew her to be very smart. She won the spelling bee last year when he got so nervous he threw up backstage and couldn't compete.
He just did not have the bravery to initiate anything – the fact that she was legitimately cute made matters worse. He had long since forgotten how they met in the first place; she was probably the first to say something.
"But running laps aren't a problem for you, correct?" He cautiously eyed her toned legs, visible under the black pleated skirt of her uniform that ended just above the knees. He turned immediately back, blushing, afraid she'd notice.
"Eh, it's just annoying. Well, see you later!" She waved and continued down the hall as Double D stopped in front of his Honors Chemistry class. She had the same class, but at a different hour. He gave a weak wave and his voice cracked on "Bye!"
He would be scolding himself for this wan goodbye for hours.
Or at least until he screwed up again.
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MIYAZAKI HIGH SCHOOL
Courtyard
Thursday October 3rd
12:05 P.M.
Lunch was Ed's favorite part of the day. He lumbered across the cement. Ed somewhat enjoyed the feeling of the warm midday sun. It wasn't as good as many, many things, but it was still great.
And there was Eddy. Scowling, as was his usual face in the school. Ed quickened his pace to go talk with one of his two best friends. As he came closer, he saw half a purple blazer sticking out of Eddy's backpack. It was all scrunched up, as if it was violently shoved in while in a rush to get out of class.
"Eddy!" Ed knocked a boy with a blonde bowl cut out of the way by accident to get to Eddy. The boy shouted cussed at him with great volume.
"Ed, you know Kevin, right?"
Ed's brain gears squealed. "Yes… know Kevin." He laughed at his own horrible pun/joke/wordplay.
"I hate that guy."
"Who now?" Double D walked up. Eddy hated a new person every day.
"Kevin." Eddy led the way to get into line at the ROTC-run snack bar. He consistently ate pizza or chips for lunch, figuring he should take advantage of his teenage metabolism while he could.
"You've always hated Kevin."
"More now. Want to do something about it."
"Such as?"
Eddy bit his lip. "Can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"One cheese slice."
"We're all out of cheese," The guy was a freshman and had a constant look sneering.
Eddy fought the urge to shout at him. "Then chips."
"What kind?"
"Regular. And a root beer."
"We're out of root beer."
"You suck!" Eddy handed him the money and stomped off.
Muscle memory led them up a frequented staircase and hallway. "Hey, Ed, we're going to swim tomorrow in gym, right?"
"…Uhhhhhh…"
"Wrong person to ask. Double D?"
"That's what the coach said, yes. Laps in the pool."
"I hate the pool. Ed, you hate the pool, right?"
Ed nodded furiously as they went down a third story hallway, passing a popular pack of well-developed girls with makeup and sickly sweet perfume. Ed didn't like bathing, so of course he was indignant whenever it came time for the typical gym uniform to be traded in for school-issue blue swim shorts.
"Give me your gym bag."
"Why?" Double D asked for Ed, crossing his arms.
Eddy kept speaking to Ed. "Because if I take your bag, you won't have to swim, and you'll get detention instead!!" He gave an open-mouthed grin.
Ed clapped his hands and guffawed. "I get to be detended!"
They jumped up and down in glee, ignoring weird looks and the fact that Ed's swinging left arm almost bashed into a purple-haired punky girl and her pink-haired friend.
Double D watched them and fiddled with his hat, frowning.