"Eddy, is everything alright?"
Edd was asking because he barely touched any of his lunch.
His head was filled with so many thoughts. His heart felt as if it would burst out of his chest. His stomach felt too nervous to eat.
"I had a big breakfast, so what?"
"Eddy, you should tell the principal about that teacher. They have no right to talk to you that way."
"What's the stupid principal ever done to help me?"
Before Edd could speak again, Ed sat down with so many gravy cans. "Gravy Monday, Eddy! I love it to death, I do!"
Eddy watched Ed eat one can of gravy after another. For some reason it reminded him of his brother when he'd come home drinking.
Before Edd could speak again, Nazz joined them. "Eddy, I have to tell you about my art class. I never thought I'd like art so much. I drew this picture of myself. What do you think?"
"Ah... it's..."
"Eddy, can you believe we already have history homework? What do you think about that teacher? I think she..."
"Rolf is once again burdened by this typing class. How can anyone use that infernal contraption, I ask you?"
Why was everyone coming to Eddy all of a sudden? He loved how the kids were finally their friends, but it was too much.
Was the cafeteria always this big?
Sweat trickled down his face. He felt as if everything was getting fuzzy. The other kids were looking at him. There was so much noise that he felt as if his ear drums were going to explode.
Eddy backed out from his chair.
"Uh... I need to use the restroom."
"Are you alright, Eddy?" Edd called out.
He stopped moments before he touched the doors. Was he? "Yes."
The quietness was what Eddy needed. Wh was he having anxiety over all this attention? Eddy was scared about what was happening to him. He was able to live with it throughout those years, but little did he know how much harm it caused him.
For a moment, eddy thought about going to that guidance counselor. His mother told him that he was here for kids with his sort of situation.
What would he know?
He doesn't know who he was or where he was coming from in life.
The bell, once again, starled Eddy.
Oh great, math class.
There was a new teacher for math. Good, someone who didn't know him.
"Welcome to math, everyone. We're going to make this year as fun as possible. I know math isn't everyone's favorite subject, but, it builds character."
'A little childhood trauma builds character.'
Eddy's heart began racing again, but this time it felt too fast.
The teacher was wearing the same flannel shirt as his brother.
Eddy's vision was becoming foggy. It actually looked as if his brother was standing at the front of the room.
It wasn't his brother. It wasn't his brother. It wasn't...
"May I use the bathroom?"
Eddy exited the room th second the teacher said yes.
What was wrong with him?
He didn't want to be here anymore, but that would only cause suspicion. Everything he did caused suspicion. Nobody in this school trusted him. They thought he was...
... No he wasn't... He did portray him for eight years... that didn't mean...
Eddy heard a noise.
"Hello?"
'The only way to get it right is to get it wrong.'
"I didn't say that... who's there?!"
Eddy's couldn't breathe. Everything was spinning around.
'I thought you wanted to hang with your hero.'
"Eddy? Eddy, what's that matter?"
Where did Edd come from? How come he couldn't talk? Why was he staring at the cileing?
"Breathe in and out, Eddy. Someone help!"
