Edward noticed morning arrive again into his room. He breathed a sigh of relief and headed downstairs. He was so careful to not be heard by his brother, who had hearing above any human being.
He made his way round the pokey little kitchen that had been recently decorated. He can't lie, he hated the colour scheme and nothing they owned matched it. He had been asked to help when the process of change had begun but he was too busy; busy with his mind, that is. Awake he was fine, his normal self except for the few changes.
Ed grabbed the box of cereal that pleaded to him from one of the cupboards and shuffled back to his room. His room was like any other teenagers. He had clothes laying in his floordrobe and books on every surface. His bed was dishevelled and he swore he'd never actually make it because he saw no point; he was just going to sit back in it when dark arrived.
He looked in his mirror, placed at the side of his bed. He grimaced at the sight of his eyes which had grown dark and tired-looking. He was pale; if he had not been so exhausted he would have sworn he was ill and taken the day off school. Even in all the little pieces of the smashed mirror, he could see his problem increasing.
Ed finally decided to get dressed. He felt around the floor for his trademark leather pants and settled on a plain black t-shirt to go with it. Edward had never been one to dress fancy; plain and comfortable were key to his fashion sense. He carried the clothes to the shared bathroom in the house along with a pair of clean boxers which were found under his bed...
Ed came out of the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed. He had smeared eyeliner around his barely functioning eyes and now resembled a raccoon of sorts. His teeth had been brushed and were sparkling white. His good teeth gave him the little piece of self confidence he had.
He charged into his room, struggling greatly to open the door with all the clothes behind it. No matter how many times he had left and re-entered his room, he still had the same problem. It never occurred to him to clean up once in a while. He finally fell through the door ungracefully with a big bump, causing his lovable brother to stir from his sleep. Still he stood up and carried on like nothing had happened...
'Ed...?'
No answer...
'ED?'
Still no answer...
'EDWARD ELRIC YOU SON OF A-'
'DON'T USE IT!'
'Use what?' Alphonse had now left his room to look at Ed. He looked utterly baffled by Ed's accusation. Tears welled up in his eyes and by this point; Ed knew he was in deep shit.
'I was going to say angel...' Al wailed loudly.
Ed rolled his eyes and went back to his room, he picked up the box of cereal that had been abandoned on the floor and pushed past Al to stumble downstairs. He put the box back where he found it, still managing to leave the cupboards messier than before and skipped to the living room for his school bag. It had already being packed from the night before so the only thing left to do was grab his lunch and bus money from the shelf by the door and then he was free to go.
This was a normal Monday morning for Edward. He slammed the door dramatically on his way out to tell his brother that he had left and began traipsing up the street towards the bus stop. He didn't live far from the bus stop and he was lucky of that fact. He barely broke a sweat even in his rush.
The bus lurched to a stop in front of him only moments later, the breaks screeching loudly. He got on and paid his fair, confident that his brother would just get a lift from their father later on. Ed quickly made his way to a spare seat and sat down looking out of the window as the bus started rolling towards his school.
It wasn't a long bus journey to school and Ed was thankful for that. The bus stopped down the road from his school and he hopped off quickly, nodding in gratitude to the driver. Ed ran towards the school gates that were now in his sights.
He knew for a fact that his brother had not even set off from home yet so if he didn't waste any time getting to class he'd be safe from his brothers wrath. There was no way his brother could catch him up and lecture him on this morning's antics and he sure as hell wouldn't find him during the day; basically, he was off the hook. By the time both brothers got home, all would be forgotten and they'd be their usual loving selves around each other.
Ed's first class was English, with a teacher he really respected. He knew it was going to be a good day when he started it with English. It was made even better by the fact that he knew he had science last; the class being near the school gates was just a little advantage.
The day went quickly in Ed's eyes. At break he sat with his friends under an old oak tree, he read a book while they smoked, joked and giggled a bunch over some nonsense subject. At lunch the same thing happened except Ed bonded with the food he had just purchased from the cafeteria.
Then last thing came science, the class Ed had looked forward to the most. He sat in his usual seat, got out his text book and began the work that had been set on the board. It wasn't long before he finished and he began setting up the 'screaming jelly babies' experiment. He added a small amount of potassium chlorate to the test tube and waited for the teacher to come and proceed with the experiment. He had looked forward to this experiment for a while now and was extremely annoyed that he wasn't allowed to perform it himself. The teacher approached a while later as the class began to gather round the test tube. He heated the powder to liquid form with a Bunsen burner and quickly pushed the jelly baby into the end of the test tube. He pushed the students back while stepping well away himself. Almost immediately the test tube began to smoke and a high pitched 'scream' came from the test tube. Ed was completely mesmerized by the experiment and began to write down exactly what he had thought made such a reaction.
He left the classroom on an all time high just as he predicted. Nothing worried him right now and he was ready to go home and research the experiment he had just seen in class. He was extremely fascinated with the reaction the experiment had and he needed to find out more.
Students were spilling through the gates, all pushing to get home as quick as they could. Ed began pushing with them, aiming for the bus stop half way down the street. A flash of green crossed his vision causing him to stop suddenly and be pushed around by the muddle of students. He got a load of curses thrown his way but he couldn't hear them due to the blinding noise attacking his ears from inside his head. His vision was clouded with that of the haunting dream he kept having and it gave him a migraine so big it caused him to fall to the ground. Moments later everything cleared up for Ed to realise he was now alone on the street, the bus stop well in his sight.
He sprinted for his bus and it began to take him home.
