A/N: I decided that I will be kind and explain somethings before I start this chapter. Since I was asked about Double D's gender, for this Double D had always been a girl. Someone told me that this was just my OC that took over Double D's role and I guess in a way they may be right though I was planning to just have Double D tell a back story later on so this chapter will give you a small hint on what happened to make Double D like this. I also am trying to make this Double D a little less OC for you all so I won't hear anymore about this, alright? Also, you all must have figured out by now that Double D didn't just end up like this, right? So here you go.

P.S.

I have Kevin as bold italics because I like to use regular bold for the author's notes. Also, Double D had a large female crush on Nazz but, that is now long forgotten so no Double D isn't bisexual.

(Eddna's P.O.V)

Today had been really uneventful, unlike yesterday but, unlike yesterday I had decided to apologize to Sarah and everyone. Though I did apologize to everyone about my out burst I could tell Ed and Eddy would not just forgive me so I decided to apologize again during lunch. Today I had decided to sit beside Ed and Eddy during lunch, like how it was back then, and to seal the deal with my apology and most likely fix our friendship I gave them both jawbreakers. As we enjoyed the jawbreakers Eddy turned to me looking quite confused.

"So how long have you been a chick?" ,it was a blunt question that I saw coming from Eddy but, before I could answer Ed spoke up, "Silly Eddy! Double D isn't a chick! Chicks come from chickens!"

Eddy and I looked at one another before we sighed in unison, "Yes, I have always been of the female gender though I can understand the confusion since I was never quite as feminine as Nazz was" ,I respond to his question.

Eddy is quiet for a moment before he turns to me again, "Wait, if you've always been a girl the how the fuck didn't I notice?"

"Well neither of us seemed to bother looking over one another when we were both in the nude so..." ,I say matter-of-factly.

He nods, beginning to finish enjoying his jawbreaker; he looked completely awkward now as if realization had finally sunk in. It was hilarious to watch really and of course Ed looked completely clueless to our talk. Some things never change and sometimes that's a good thing. Halfway through lunch the Kankers approached us, they seemed to change like everyone else.

Lee's curly hair no longer stayed up much like an afro instead it flowed down wavily before curling at the end. Her curly bangs no longer hid her naturally narrowed eyes; they were now pushed to the left side of her face. Her blue eye shadow was still present; her white shirt with the red polka dots was long gone and replaced with a white blouse. Her old mom jeans were now replaced with a white, knee length skirt that hung limply, red stockings underneath, and white mary-janes. May's long blond hair was pulled back into a loose braid, her red shorts and gray t-shirt were long gone. Her clothes were replaced with a pale yellow sundress with white stocking underneath and pale yellow flats. May wore pale pink lip gloss and wore thing white framed rectangular glasses; she wore daisy earrings as well, a book in her hands. Marie no longer had her green cargo pants and her black belly shirt; she wore black booty shorts, dark blue stockings, dark blue booty shorts, and black heels. She had a belly button piercing, an eyebrow piercing, and two ear piercings on each ear. Lee looked bored, May looked distracted by something in the book, and Marie looked how she usually does. Her know-it-all and I-don't-care look on her face until she turns her attention to me.

Lee crossed her arms and turned to her sister, "See Marie? I told ya yer man was a gurl" ,she said in her usual loud, slightly raspy voice now much softer and much more pleasant to the ear.

Marie looked at me with her cheeks darkening, the red slowly beginning to venture from her cheeks to the rest of her face. She said nothing as she began to ground her teeth together, her face revealing nothing but rage. She took hold of the table and lifted it up high above me; she then tilted it up and dumped all of the contents onto my head. I stayed completely still as I felt the food from our forgotten trays splatter onto my head. Marie tossed the table to the side and stomped forward; both of her sister's were focused on something else; May looking over her book while Lee looked over her nails-, she took hold of my shirt and pulled me from my chair. In one quick swoop she had me thrown hard on the ground before she lifted me up once more, throwing me into my chair hard. I hissed as I felt myself stiffen as my chair came into contact with the wall. I groan as the force was great and caused me to skid forward along with my chair. She made her way towards me, she took the chair off me and threw it at the wall hard, she then took my color and jerked me up so we look at one another in the eyes. When I hit the wall I had hit my head a bit and the pain made my head pound.

"HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING YA ROTTEN KANKER" ,a familiar voice shouted which caught both May and Lee's attention but Marie stayed focused on me.

I was about to turn to the voice when Marie punched me hard before she back handed me on the other cheek. She then throws me towards the forgotten table that now layed on it's side. I gave a quick gasp from the impact but before I could react Marie launched forward and tackled both me and the table, I look up past her to see a completely shocked Ed and Eddy. They looked like statues but as the pain in my head got worse they began to become nothing but fuzzy, colorful masses. I turn my attention back to Marie, I did my best to hide the pain I felt, no real fear in me. I had been scared of her a long time ago but, at this point I was just unable to compete with her rage. When she lost it she was much stronger then Sarah, I felt like I had been sent backwards in time and how I hated that feeling.

"Why'd you do it? Why'd you have to make everyone believe" ,I hear her whisper, low and dangerously as her eyes darkened further in rage.

I tried to respond but, I couldn't do so and I couldn't realize why until I felt a hard pressure on my neck. She was choking me! I hadn't noticed from the numbness but, it was apparent now that she was beginning to cut off my air flow. I feel her lift me up and I hold in a yelp as I am forcefully pushed against the wall once more.

"Why...did you...have to trick everyone...huh? Why?" , her voice was a bit louder as her glare became deadlier, her face in a sneer as her hand shakes a bit.

I croak out a sound that seemed to cross between a frog's croak and a sheep's bah, I tried again but, I couldn't find my voice. Her grip on my throat was harder and she pushed me against the wall harder, I let out a loud gasp. I clutch onto her hand and her arm, I could only hold on so tight, the numbness and lack of oxygen made it hard. I could hear a slight movement from where I believe everyone else is. I can feel all their eyes on us, I know they don't know how to react now. Marie has never been this violent. My attention turns to the form behind her, both fuzzy figures resembled her sisters. Both now turned to us, both looked quite anxious. It looked as though they worried about something, was it my safety? Or was it Marie's sanity?

"Answer me...ANSWER ME!" ,Marie shouts loudly as her whole body shakes, her eyes are completely glazed over by tears.

Her tears began to fill up her eyes and a few slipped as did her grip on my throat, I fell to the ground like a puppet who's strings were cut.

"ANSWER ME! ANSWER ME! ANSWER ME DAMN IT!" ,the sound of Marie's shout shot through the air as the sound of multiple footsteps rushed towards us.

I could barely take a breath as I felt someone turn me over onto my back; I could make out large green eyes past the fuzziness and feel the warmth from someone as they began pulling me up into their arms. The numbness on my body made me feel as though I was completely light, I felt like I was fading. I remember this feeling, I enjoyed this feeling. I relished in it. Now as I rest into it, I indulge myself into the comfortable sleep awaiting me within it.

I groan softly as I force my heavy lids open, the bright light around me burned painfully to my eyes. I blinked multiple times, I hated how the bright light was just nothing but these masses of colors. It irritated me but, luckily for me my eyes quickly adjusted and I was able to look around. I was in the infirmary, I had spent most of school in here though I was never sick, I was in here helping the nurse. I turn but, to my surprise it wasn't the nurse or any of my old friends, it was a woman. She wore a lavender pants suit and wore large circular glasses. She was thin but her face was a bit plump and her auburn hair was in low, braided pigtails. Her bright hazel eyes sparkled brightly like a child who was about to make a discovery. Who is this woman?

"Ah, your awake! Wonderful! You had many people coming in to check up on you while you were asleep, they should be happy to know you woke up" ,she says sweetly.

As she takes hold of her notebook I turn my attention to the clock, I had been asleep for a good hour and a half. There was only half an hour left of school, that's just splendid.

I take a few breahes before I find my voice, "Who are you" ,I ask surprising myself with how raspy and rough it sounded.

"Oh, how rude of me. My name is ms. Heath, I am the new school psychologist or counselor as many would say I was" ,she says softly with a smile.

"What brought you here to the infirmary" ,I questioned as my eyes narrowed a bit, I knew exactly why she was here.

I didn't like psychologists though I know a lot of people would think that I would very much like them because I was a lot like them. I have been known to analyze a situation or someone's behavior, but it was just a habit. A quirk I had when it came to dealing with the real world, something I was never really too fond of unless I had school. But, of course when it comes to most psychologists they never seem as nice as they pretend to be and it irks me. How dare they pretend to care only to get paid and use you for laughs outside the office area? Who are they kidding when they say it's confidential? Certainly not me. But, I will admit there are a small few who really do care enough to keep it just between you two.

"I came here to help you of course, I have been getting many reports that you have not been acting quite like yourself" ,she answers looking a bit worried.

Not acting like myself? I agree with that completely but it's not my fault or at least I really hope it wasn't. Sometimes I cringe at the thought of what happened a long time ago. I had never told any counselor or psychologist what had ever happened; I had built up the pressure and the saddening feeling for a long time. Maybe I should vent? Ms. Heath seems eager to know.

"I have a question for you ms. Heath" ,I questioned curiously, "Yes, of course" ,she responds as she uncaps her pen.

"Have you ever been called a freak? A fool, ugly or fat" ,I question as I try moving my still numb limbs, hoping to feel them soon.

She opens her mouth about to answer when I cut her off, "Please don't lie, if you've never been told that you don't have to act as though you went through it. I would like to start off with the truth; if you lie I can easily see that I shouldn't trust you."

She opens her mouth once more, ready to respond before she she sighs, "You've got me there it seems. Unlike most children I had never once heard a rude comment or been called a rude name. I guess you could say that I am one of the lucky few who have never dealt with such childish treatment" ,she says as the taps the cap of her pen on the notebook page.

"Well I have, though not anymore, I have always thought of myself as pretty. But, only just pretty. Never beautiful or ugly, just a regular sort of pretty. I was an average girl who thought of herself as just that, average" ,she nods as she jots this all down onto the page in her notebook.

"But, for some reason, when I got to this new school that's all I heard. I didn't know why at first, till I looked myself over and compared myself to the other's. I never wore feminine clothes like any of the other girls did, actually, at the time I had never owned any feminine clothes at all. I only had many of the same beanie for different days of the week and multiple versions of my favorite shirt and shorts, the same shoes which I kept in an amazing line within my closet. Everything was arranged by a certain shade of that color and by the length of the tag, and the time they were purchased. I liked my clothes and the arrangement I kept them in, they were familiar and the way I kept them was comfortable. I didn't see anything wrong with my choice of clothing but, apparently everyone else did. So, being new and truthfully naive I had found a way to convince my mother to take me shopping. She bought me clothes just like all the other girls and decided to change my look completely."

She looked at me almost disappointedly, the look practically said 'You went and changed yourself? Another classic case it seems, poor thing.' I wanted to smack the look of her face, but I wouldn't do it to this woman. I never hit adults; I would never disrespect my elders no matter how small the difference in age may be.

"I had moved a long time ago, five years to be exact and I had only just moved back yesterday" ,I explained.

She nods then gestures for me to continue, "After changing the way I looked I had tried reintroducing myself to everyone in my class. I soon made friends with some of those in my computer class, science class, and art class. One of my close friends is Nathaniel; he's the boy who gave me the motorcycle I ride on. Everything seemed perfect till the cheerleading captain came to me and asked me to be on the team. Nathaniel questioned them and always glared at them, he never liked the cheerleader because of how rude they were to everyone. He warned me not to listen to them, not to believe them wanting me on the team. But, of course being as happy as I was to see I was making more friends I ignored him, which was the worst mistake I would ever make."

I stop myself, my voice tries to break free and have me continue, I turn onto my side. The psychologist stayed quiet, I could tell she was eager to hear more but I refused to continue speaking. So the silence slowly grew between us.

She stayed quiet till she felt that she really needed to speak up, "What happened then" ,she asked softly, as if she was afraid that she did something wrong.

"Sorry to say this ms. Heath, but that's all I have to say for today" ,my voice was fairly normal since I had used it, no longer so low or raspy.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow in my office then Eddna" ,I nod, the school must have sent her if she knows my name.

I hear her footsteps move from the bed towards the door, once the door is closed I curl myself up into a ball on the bed. I don't like remembering those awful moments from long ago; they hurt more each time. I move my hand to the back of my head and feel the soft remnants of a leathery scar that is now hidden mostly by my hair. I sigh deeply before closing my eyes, I'm sure someone will come and wake me up before the end of school. With that I fell asleep, welcoming the darkness that I now call my dreamland.