The references from the last chapter:
Mr. Kirkland ;England from Hetalia
Mr. Vasquez; Creator of Invader Zim
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"This stinks." Eddy complained. "Is it too late to switch classes?"
"Actually it is, I believe. You'll have to find a way to deal with it Eddy."
"Yea well, it's not like you'd understand. You have what, two classes with Marie, and I have all of them at once! And did I mention Lee chased me around the gym today? Uhg!" He threw his hands up in despair. "Maybe we can go scam Jimmy out of his allowance and buy some jawbreakers."
"Jawbreakers Eddy?" Ed drooled. "Jawbreakers make everything better!"
"Yes, jawbreakers!" He rubbed his hands together. "I can see it now Double D. Three apiece! That's like a million jawbreakers!"
"Actually it's only nine, and I doubt Jimmy would give up two dollars and twenty five cents, no matter what the scam." Double D replied with a sigh. "But I'd love to hear how it goes. I'm afraid you'll be scamming without me today. I have homework to do."
"Homework?" Eddy groaned. "But it's only the first day! How do you get homework?"
"You forget I have an AP English class Eddy. Mr. Kirkland wants an essay by the end of the week. Which you realize is only a few days away. And besides that, I have a test to study for as well."
"How do you stand having to do so much work?" Eddy asked. "It sounds so boring if you ask me."
"What's boring to you, may be fun to others, Eddy. And with that, I'm afraid I must leave you, as we are approaching my house."
"Seeya later Double D!" Ed waved dramatically as Double D walked to his front door. Eddy watched with a frown on his face, wondering how he could stand having all that homework.
With a last wave, Double D slipped inside his house, and slid out of his shoes. The carpet was soft and inviting after a monthly steam clean, and he couldn't resist laying on his stomach in the living room to do his homework.
"This Summer, I... What did I do this Summer?" Double D pondered briefly, then recalled the exciting moment when he'd ordered a new Amscope Microscope and discovered several species of protists were living in the birdbath in his back yard.
"What else did I do...?" There were less scams this summer. He'd constantly found ways to avoid them, and attempt to stay on everyone's good side. Scams were definitely out. There was also the time his parents had both managed a day off from work to come home and spend time with him.
There were many scientific debates that day, for sure. He included his favourite one about the true placement of Algae in the plant kingdom. In the end neither side won, of course, but it was still fun.
It didn't take him long to have five pages worth of information on his summer. He wondered if perhaps he may have gone a little far with the descriptions of his microscope and his debate, but it was longer than three pages, which made him happy.
Moving to the computer in his room upstairs, he sat down to type. It was late by the time he was finished and would be able to edit it.
"I haven't made dinner yet, either."
The clock read six, and he was surprised he'd gone for so long without noticing. But shrugging it off as his excitement for school starting, he merely saved his essay and headed downstairs to make something easy.
He decided on spaghetti after finding a can of tomato sauce and a box of noodles. As he set to work, just next door a similar situation was going on.
"I can't think of anything interesting." Kevin complained. "I can't right three pages by tomorrow about riding a bike. Or listening to Rolf ramble on about the old country. Or about my burning hatred for my job."
"Well why not write about your friends?" His mother questioned as she sliced a tomato. "I'm sure Mr, Kirkland would appreciate a nice essay about your adventures with the Eds."
"Mom, I don't like the Eds." He sighed patiently. It was almost as if she didn't understand the concept of hate. There was not a single cell of her that hated that of another.'
""I'm sure they aren't all bad. Eddward and his parents next door or wonderful neighbours. He may be a little shy, Ed may be a little dull from time to time, and Eddy may be a little too much like his father, but that's no reason to hate them."
"You don't know them like I do, mom." He explained this several times before, but she never understood. "All Eddy does it try and take our money because he;s too lazy to get a job. Ed's just plain stupid, and Double D is too easily manipulated by the other two. For a smart guy he makes a lot of stupid decisions about people to hang out with."
"Well, have you ever wondered why they're the way they are? You never grew close enough to understand them. You need to learn to give them a chance. It's only been so many years." She paused for a second. "Weren't you supposed to be writing an essay?"
"...I guess so." Kevin slid off the large red chair and grabbed his notebook from the counter. He slumped at his desk, wondering why his life seemed so boring all of a sudden. He found his eyes wander to the window, where he caught sight of Double D's kitchen, where said Ed was standing over the sink.
He was busy with something that looked like a colander full of noodles. Knowing him, his essay was probably finished as soon as he made it home. With a huff of disgust he stood and reached for the curtains, wishing his essay was gone.