A.N: I'm back with another chapter in this wondrous story of a new beginning! As you know, the last chapter was intense, and lots of character developments were made, so I got some reviews about them. I just wanted to tell you all that I can't make everyone happy, so if there's disappointment, I most likely won't change my story around unless I want to. Don't worry, all the reviews were nice, and no one was complaining, I just wanted to get that out there. And don't worry, I'm not planning on leaving or abandoning this story soon, so keep calm! Alright, I'm done with my rant. ON TO THE STORY!

I awake to find that I had slept with my clothes on from the day before. And that it was almost completely dark. And I wasn't under the covers. What the heck? What happened? I looked around, and finally looked at my alarm clock. It took me a second to focus on it, but I saw that it read 3:27. Oh, great. I wake up in the middle of the night. Fun. I could tell it was in the morning because there was no light coming into my room. I switched on the lamp on the desk next to me and got up. I was still tired, but I wanted to get comfortable, so I slipped off my clothes, put on my pajamas and got under the covers. I switched the light back off and dozed back to sleep.

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I woke back up at 7 o'clock, and decided to get up. I had gone to sleep at around 8:30, so it was starting to come up around 12 hours I would have been asleep. I put on some clothes, some dark blue jeans with a red and black plaid long sleeve button-up, and then walked out to the bathroom. As I got everything in order and tried to get my morning routines completed, I thought as to why I fell asleep so early. That's when I remembered what had happened yesterday, and I wondered and hoped that I had dreamt it all. As I thought more about it, I realized that it wasn't a dream, nor an imaginative thought, but it actually happened. I still wasn't sure, but I shoved it out of my head long enough for me to finish my morning routines.

I brushed my hair and put on my beanie, with some of my jet black hair sticking out. Now, even if it may not be your number one priority to know what I hide under my beanie, but I guess I can tell you now. I'm slightly more open to it than when I was younger, but I still don't like to show what's under it. I hide a four inch scar that runs along the right side of my head. I got it when I was young, around four years old. From what I have been told and what little memory I have of it, I was climbing on the top of the couch in our living room in our old house, and I fell, slicing my head on the corner of an end table. Unfortunately, it left a scar, and the hair won't grow back there, but luckily it's only a small part and I can cover it up easily with how long my hair is now. I was so self-conscious about it because Eddy thought it wasn't an "interesting story" of how I got it, and would make fun of me for it. Now I realize just how much of a dick he was. I'm still sensitive about it because it makes me feel…tarnished, I guess. I never really felt too open about it, but hey, now I'm telling all of you, so I guess I'm more open about it than before.

I got done with my morning routine, so I decided to sit down in my living room and think back to everything that was told to me yesterday. As I thought, reminiscing about yesterday's events and information, I remembered a lot of the things that were told to me. Everything about all of my old friends, enemies, and other acquaintances. I remembered Ed, Eddy, Nazz, Kevin, and Marie. Those were the people who shocked me the most, and who I also didn't want to see the most. I didn't want to see any of my old friends in the first place, but they were the ones who were going to recognize me first, try to beat me into a pulp, or both. Well, except Ed, hopefully. Jonny was the only person I could trust to keep my secret, so I guess it was a blessing that he's the one to find me first. I knew that I would have to go see him again, so that I could tell him more information about my past four years and that he could tell me more about Peach Creek. I knew he was leaving some stuff out, if he didn't it would have been way too much information for me to process. Even if I wanted to know more, I would go talk to him on Monday, and leave him alone for the weekend.

I went and made myself breakfast as I was starving. I forgot to make myself dinner yesterday, but that wasn't on my mind at all yesterday. I wasn't sure if I had processed it all yet, or if I was just feeling calm because it hadn't all hit me. I guessed I was just pushing it into the back of my mind, hoping that it wouldn't be true. I didn't dwell on it for long, and ate my breakfast. As I sat down, I realized that I didn't pick up the paper, and, with a sigh, I walked outside and picked up the newspaper that was right on our porch step. I saw that it either rained or snowed lightly during the night, as the ground was slightly damp. I had to admit, I loved being back in Peach Creek, except for my history here. If I was someone who hadn't been here before I would love this place. It was beautiful, and I loved that all the seasons seemed distinct from one another, where as in other places there is just winter and summer. I love how in the summer here it is warm, sunny and clear, and in the winter there's snow and rain. Then there's fall, when the trees become canvases for the red and orange colors of nature, while in spring, the flowers bloom out when the spring showers fall upon their petals. As for me, though, as long as I don't run into my friends, I will be enjoying it here.

I walked back into my house, into the kitchen, and took out the newspaper. I read the normal news, first local (where nothing interesting was happening), then national, and finally, worldwide. Nothing caught my attention, and when I was finished with my breakfast, I cleaned my bowl out and put it in the dishwasher. When I got my breakfast, I had noticed that I still forgot to shop for the necessities. I tried to see if I could get out of it, but then saw that I would have to go shopping. Luckily there wasn't many items to pick up, but they all would have been bad had I dropped them when coming back from the store. Milk, eggs, flour, rice, and anything else I wanted to get to make myself food. I don't recall saying it before, but I'm a good cook. I had to be as my parents always were out, so they left cooking up to me. They always seem to make their own food when they have to, so I would like to think that they are great cooks, but I haven't had meals with them all too often.

I was thinking about going to the store, but it was still early, so I decided to work on the song I had on my computer. I worked with that, trying to find the sounds that wouldn't clash with the rest of the song, adding onto it little by little, and making it harmonize better. I worked on it for about an hour, adding only a small bit onto it, but every other sound clashed, and it would sound out of place, but I finally found one sound that worked, put in the notes that worked, and finally added more to the song. Even if it was just a small part to the song, it still felt nice to get some work done. It was now 8:30, but I still didn't want to go just yet. I decided I would go around ten, maybe I would avoid lots of people, as Saturdays tended to be busy for stores.

I passed the time doing chores around the house and other stuff. I got my backpack, as this would be what would hold the groceries I couldn't carry on my bike. This would be so much easier with a car! I screamed mentally. I wondered if and when I would drop something, but I wanted to see if I could avoid that. I looked around and looked for a small basket that could fit on my bike. Eventually, I found one that I thought might be able to work on my bike, and went out to see if it would fit. It fit, so I decided to build a little holder on my bike for the basket. I finished, and now I had more room to put groceries, and they would be a lot more stable.

I rode my bike to the store, got the groceries, went back out to my bike, and put all of my groceries to the places they would be held on my bike. As I was riding home, I passed by the old construction site and finally took notice of it. It was just how I had left it, an unfinished construction site. Most of the equipment had been moved, and I noticed a for sale sign out front that had obviously been up for far too long. I never knew what they planned to put there, but whatever it was, it didn't work out. I turned onto my street and saw a girl who I assumed was around my age walking on the street opposite to my house. I went onto my side of the street, and I happened to glance over at her, and saw her giving me a smirk. I had seen that smirk before, and it was on girls who saw me as eye candy. I still found it funny that girls found me cute, and I guess I never really saw it in myself, but I was considered cute, so that was a plus. I gave her a grin and looked back to the street and turned into my driveway. I opened the garage door and rode my bike in, getting the groceries out of the makeshift basket and then walking into my house.

I put the groceries in their right spots, and when I was done with that, I wondered what I should do for free time. I still didn't want to think about what I would have to face when I got to school. I hoped that I wouldn't have any classes with anyone I knew, but if I did, I would have to lay low. I really didn't know what would happen if someone found out that I was back, and I really didn't want to find out either. I hoped that Jonny was right, and that I wasn't that easily recognizable, because if I was, my act would go flying out the window when someone saw me. I decided that I would make myself a simple lunch of mac-and-cheese. Maybe after that I would ride my bike around. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Get my head out of all this change, and look around town.

After I ate my lunch I hopped back on my bike and took it outside. I rode around and felt the cold nipping at my ears as I rode in no general direction. I remembered the candy shop and how I never visited it after my sushi lunch, so I decided to give it a visit. I rode over to the shop and locked up my bike outside. I walked in and looked around. I saw that not much had changed after these four years. They still had the same style store, the same candy for the most part, and right near the back I saw what I was looking for: the jawbreakers. I don't know how this store always managed to get the best jawbreakers, but they always did. I went to the back and payed for one. When I popped it into my mouth, I was reminded of all the good memories of when scams ended well for Ed, Eddy and I. I was also reminded of how much simpler it was at that point in time and thought about how nice it would be to go back to that time. All in the sweet taste of a jawbreaker.

I rode around again, this time wondering if the junkyard had changed at all. Even if it stunk, it was a nice hangout spot where you could just look at all the random junk people throw out, including the van that we used to hang out in to talk about scams, plans, and other things. That's when I remembered how close the trailer park was to the junkyard, and how the Kankers would hang out at the junkyard as well. I decided to be careful in there and try not to be seen if there was a Kanker in there, and then book it as soon as I could. I also wondered if I would recognize them if I saw one of them because Jonny's description wasn't the best.

I made my way to the junkyard, and I found that the piles were definitely taller than before, but I was still unsure if they had or hadn't cleaned it out. I rode my bike around slowly, as to make sure I didn't fall down on anything protruding from the ground. I tried to recall where the van was, and after a few minutes of searching, I came across it. It had looked different than what I remember, and it had become weathered by the elements. It was rusted, paint chipping off, and quite a few dents in it. Junk had been piled on top of it, but it still stuck out and could be seen easily. I wondered if the inside was still the same as before, but as I opened the rear doors, everything was stripped from it. Springs and other items were strewn around in it, obviously from the seats and other things that had been taken out. Well, I guess I won't be hanging around in here anymore.

As I looked around more, my thoughts turned to the trailer park, which could probably be seen if you climbed up high enough. I thought against it, fearing I would be seen, but as I kept walking around, my curiosity grew. Eventually, my curiosity grew to be too much, and I decided to try and find a pile of trash to climb up. I found the area where the trailer park was closest to the junkyard and found a pile that would work well. I tried to get holds and climb up, but the task proved to be harder than what I once thought.

Eventually, I got to a point where I could see the trailer park, and how little it had changed. I couldn't quite see the Kankers trailer from this height, so I climbed up a little farther. After a few more feet, I could see the blue trailer, but that was about it. I didn't know what I expected to find when I looked at their trailer, but all I ended up seeing was the back of the trailer that was the home of my former enemy. As I remembered what they did to me and the other two Ed's, I couldn't help but feel a little strange about how things had changed. Ed and May had become friends, Lee and Eddy are still bitter enemies, and Marie…had no one really. I got that feeling again of sadness and guilt. I never really thought that she cared about me, but she did. Ugh, will I ever get over this? I don't want to talk to her and tell her sorry, but I feel so bad about it? How do I do this? I thought about it for a minute, and then realized I was still on the pile of trash. I started to descend, but out of nowhere, my left foot slipped out from under me. I gripped hard with my hands onto whatever I was holding to keep myself from falling, and succeeded. But when I did this, I felt a pain in my right hand. I got down and inspected my hand to find a large but shallow cut that ran across my palm.

"Goddamn it. Now I gotta ride home with this?" I said under my breath. It stung, and had started to bleed, so I hopped on my bike and rode back home. I got back after spilling blood all over my handlebars and on my jeans, and cleaned the wound. I didn't know what I had cut it on, but I wanted to make sure that I wasn't going to get sick and die because I cut myself while I was spying on the Kankers. I bandaged it up and decided to not go out for the rest of the day. I sat in my living room and watched TV for the next hour or so. Even if I was watching the TV, I was still thinking about Marie and what grief I had caused her. I felt guilty, and I knew this guilt would only go away once I said sorry, or once I saw her truly happy. Ruling out the latter as a possibility based on what Jonny told me, I knew that I would have to make it up to Marie somehow. Oh, but how I would regret that day, because I knew that if she knew, she would be bound to spill the word. My whole mind was confused, and I didn't know what to do, but I knew that I would still feel guilty, and that these next few months really were going to be hell.

A.N: So, now we know what's under Edds hat. I like the scar theory because you can go so many directions with it, and create other drama with it, if you know what I'm saying. Anyways, this chapter was mostly filler, and it wasn't the best I've written, but hey, at least it's just filler, right? Either way, the next chapter should have more than filler and have more story, so stay tuned! As always, I love reviews, and if you notice any mistakes, please notify me. I want to make this story as good as possible!