The rising sun in the atmosphere gave proof to a new day in the city of Lemon Brook, as Eddward made his way down the hallways of Lemon Brook Elementary School. His black shoes clacked against the newly waxed floors as he took each step.

He wore a grin on his face as he traveled to the second grade hallway, and found his room three doors to the right. He took out a small, silver key from his pocket and began to unlock the door. As the key clicked and unlocked the door, he glanced over beside the door to the sign that read "Vincent," and took the time to admire the sight before stepping inside the dim lit room.

Edd flicked on the light and gazed upon the sight. His classroom was spectacular, in his opinion. The floors were shiny and waxed. The whiteboard and new and white, and the desks were sanitized, to Edd's request. Only the best for his first day.

He walked over to the large, brown, wooden desk at the front of the class and sat down his briefcase and coffee. He turned to face the board and picked up a marker to write "Mr. Vincent" on the board. In the process of making things ready for the day, Edd got lost in his own thoughts.

Edd knew since the end of high school that he wanted a career that would not only benefit him, but the lives of others. He knew that his passion for knowledge would take him far. He had decided to go into teaching, granted that it would be a positive experience and that he would proud knowing that he bestowed knowledge upon the youth.

Years prior to this point, Edd had worked as a substitute teacher at nearby schools. He would come in and take over the missing teacher's lesson plans, although he found it rather difficult at times. The high school students would never listen to him. Some students would just listen to music, others would get into groups to talk, and even sometimes girls would just sit around and paint their nails. To them, having a sub was like having a vacation. Edd supposed it was better than junior high, though. Especially after one incident, where a knife was pulled and cops had to be involved. Nope. Never again. The most enjoyment Edd found was substituting at the elementary school. The kids would listen to him, and were usually interested in what he had to teach. He found the students joyous attitudes to be delightful.

When Edd heard of the second grade teaching position at Lemon Brook, he quickly took advantage. He had went out of his way to make sure he got the job. He had the qualifications, and they found him to be the perfect replacement for old Mrs. Rivers, who had finally retired at 72 years old. He was beaming with glee when he was told that he had the job.

Seeing as his parents sold the house in Peach Creek once Edd went away to college, Edd decided to start a new in Lemon Brook with his new career.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Edd glanced up at the clock, which was conveniently place above the whiteboard. The time read, '7:23,' seven minutes until school was in session. Edd walked over to open the door and noticed that some of his students were already waiting outside.

"Greetings, students!" he smiled, exposing the gap in-between his two front teeth that even his braces from a few years ago couldn't have fixed. "I'm very pleased to see that you're all eager to learn. Please, step in the room and find your seats in which I have labeled with your names." Edd still had the habit of labeling things.

It wasn't until 7:28 at which Kevin finally turned into the parking lot of Lemon Brook Elementary. He put the car into park, and turned to look at his son. He gave a small sigh before saying, " Jake, I want you to behave this year, got it? No more of this interrupting shit, okay?" he asked of the small boy.

"Yeah, yeah, dad. I got it. If the teacher's a dweeb though, don't expect me to make it easy on 'em!" Jake answered back.

Jake was literally the spitting image of Kevin. His hair was red, and his eyes were the same shade of bright green. He donned freckles on his cheeks and even had the same trademark smirk. He even had the same red cap that Kevin had wore in his childhood days. He had given it to Jake when he had turned five.

Jake unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed the strap of his Spiderman backpack as he opened the door and slid out of the seat. Kevin gave a small laugh at Jake's attitude and watched as the seven year old stepped out of the car. "Just make it through today, okay bud? If you do, I'll see about us going to get some ice cream later, deal?"

"Deal!" Jake answered with a grin on his face. "Bye dad! See you later!" he said as he heard the bell ring from the building and began hurrying towards the entrance.

"Bye, Jacob!" Kevin managed to yell back before the door slammed.

Just as the tardy bell rang at precisely 7:30, Edd stood at the front of the class and began introducing himself.

"Good morning, class!" Edd beamed. "I am your teacher, Mr. Vincent, and this year you will be learning some exciting new things!" Edd said, over eagerness showing through his tone.

"To start off the day, I am going to call the roll. Please raise your hand as I call your name."

Edd started going down the list of student names and stopped when he noticed one hand not being raised.

"Jacob Barr?" he asked as his eyes scanned the room for the young students hand. "Is there a Jacob Barr here?"

As if on queue, the classroom door opened to reveal the redheaded boy as he made his way into the room.

"Well hello. And you are?" Edd asked in an almost sarcastic tone. His eyes scanning over the boy.

"Uh… My name's Jacob Barr. You can call me Jake, though." Jake answered as he found his way to the empty desk with his name labeled on it.

"Jake…" Edd fought any bitterness in his tone. This was just a second grade class after all, and he wasn't even quite that upset with the boy. "Are you aware that you're late?"

"Yeah. I heard the bell when I got out of the car. Ran as fast as I could." Jake said, hoping he wasn't in too much trouble.

"Well, seeing as it the first day, I'm going to let it slide. However, please make sure you're on time. Alright, Jake?" Edd asked, showing his gap in his teeth.

"Gotcha, Mr. Vincent."

"So, how was your first day?" Kevin asked Jake sitting across the table from him at the ice cream place.

"It was alright. I was late, but it wasn't my fault. Was it, dad?" Jake smirked.

"No Jake, it wasn't. I'll make sure to have you on time tomorrow. I don't want the school getting on my case for you not getting there on time." Kevin said as he took a bite of his rocky road ice cream. "So, was your teacher a dweeb?" he joked, remembering the conversation from earlier.

"Oh, the dweebiest! He was kinda cool, though. He let me slide with being late." Jake said with a full mouth.

"That's cool of him." Kevin replied, reaching over the table to take a bit of Jake's chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.

"Dad! That's mine!" Jake whined.

"Sharing is caring, little man." Kevin smiled at his son.