Edd stood over his bed, his suitcase sat on it. It was open, and Edd was neatly folding his clothing and packing it in the silver colored designer's case. He sighed. The green paint on the walls made it cheery in his house.
But that didn't make up for the fact that his parents ignored him, he rarely saw their faces. Sticky notes, sticky notes. Edd had never wanted to be so uptight. Intelligent yes, up tight no. But he had become depressed, and his depression had pressed down so hard on him, like an elephant sitting on his chest.
That's why Edd and his friends had just become Emancipated Minors the day before.
Edd had decided he was going to become emancipated, but the day he told his friends, they insisted that they come with him. Not only that, but Edd had been skipping school. He could get into college even if he dropped out, looking at his grades so far. He had not gotten below an A in 3 years. So, he did drop out. His parents had yelled at him, screamed at him. But he just took it.
So, now the Ed's were going to meet in the center of the Cul De sac, where a carpool would pick them up and drop them off at their apartment in town…..
Edd stood in the middle of the cul de sac, with his friends.
"Finally, I'm getting away from Sarah!" Ed exclaimed. Sarah had given everything she had to make sure Ed would not get emancipated. No way, she could not let Ed have what he wanted. Not once. But, soon, Ed had made his dad realize just what a bitch Sarah was, and he ran to the court house just on time. Eddy and Edd had been afraid he wouldn't show up, and Eddy was cursing Sarah the entire time they were waiting to take the stand.
"It's fucking cold out!" Eddy said as he shivered. Eddy had hated the way he couldn't have freedom, he just wanted to be free. Not only that, but there was no way he could let Edd go out without his friends. If one of them went into poverty, all of them went into poverty.
"Eddy, it's the middle of damn December! What did you expect?" Edd responded. At first, Edd had detested the way Eddy cussed. But after a while, he realized that arguing with Eddy was just not working at all. So, Edd eventually fell into that nasty little habit too. After all, they were just words, right?
Snowflakes fell to the ground, whisking through the wind like bits of heaven. The ground was covered in 2 feet of snow, and the icicles hung from the roofs of houses. Christmas spirit was in the air, with all the lights up and such. It made this day seem a lot less like the day you check in to Hell.
Eddy wore a black sweater, a red beanie, some skinny blue jeans, and red DC shoes.
Edd wore a nice, plaid designers sweatshirt made out of the finest cotton you can get your hands on. He wore snow pants and boots, too.
Ed wore a white t- shirt(He apparently doesn't mind or notice the cold), and ripped jeans with some blue Circas .
It had seemed as if the world was coming to an end. The boy's parents had been sad, angry and depressed. It was like being sentenced to Death Row. Thankfully, the parents had each thrown in 1,000 $ so that their boys wouldn't starve like a bunch of goddamn hobos, and to hold them up until they could get a job.
Anyways, enough about the random little bits.
Soon, A black car pulled up to the Eds: Their driver, Jubair.
The Eds hopped in, and slipped in a nice little song to the cd player…
so you been to school
For a year or two
And you know youve seen it all
In daddys car
Thinkin youll go far
Back east your type dont crawl
Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
Its time to taste what you most fear
Right guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear
Its a holiday in cambodia
Its tough, kid, but its life
Its a holiday in cambodia
Dont forget to pack a wife
Youre a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well youll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son.
Is a holiday in cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in cambodia
Where youll kiss ass or crack
Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot
And its a holiday in cambodia
Where you'll do what youre told
A holiday in cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul
Pol Pot!
(Hope you guys liked the story. R&R. Will be starting work on ch2 immediatly.)
