I awoke, dazed and confused. Had Sutton actually pushed us off the ladder? The idea surprised me. I took a look around the room I was in. It was purple, with posters of popular Broadway musicals hanging on the walls. I was sitting on an orange bed, Ed and Eddy beside me.
Ed looked at me, looking horrified. "We're in its torture chamber, Double D! She's gonna suck our brains out with the Spoon of Destruction! Just like in Zombie Alien Attack five!" He whispered, shaking.
Eddy snorted. "Geez, Ed. Get some air. We're in the new kid's bedroom." He said.
I agreed. But why?
Sutton was standing over us, looking angry. "All right, you have five seconds to explain yourself before I knock you into next week." She hissed.
"Relax, kid. We were listening to you singing." Eddy said nonchalantly, and began toying with a Slinky on her night table.
Sutton snatched the Slinky out of Eddy's hands. "What, you couldn't have done it from the ground?" She argued.
Before Eddy could mess this one up, I spoke up. "W-well, we were attracted to your singing. It was v-very nice." I stuttered.
Sutton's expression softened a bit. "Fine. But if I catch you eavesdropping on me again, I will smack the dork out of all three of you. Understand?" She barked.
The three of us nodded.
Sutton nodded. "Now scram." She said, pointing to the door.
Ed, Eddy and I sprung from the bed and ran at full speed out the door and out of Sutton's house.
"Hey guys." A familiar voice chimed when we got out of the house. "Saying hello to Sutton?"
All three of us turned around to see Nazz. My knees began to shake, and my palms started to sweat. Oh, mercy, why now? I thought. I nodded automatically at her question.
She smiled that beautiful smile of hers. "Cool. We're having a welcoming party for her tonight. Wanna come?" She asked.
All three of us nodded again.
"Y-yeah, sure." Eddy stuttered.
Nazz perked up. "Cool! We're bringing her some welcoming gifts. Bring them to my house at six." She said, and skipped away.
"Yes! We just got invited to one of Nazz's parties." Eddy remarked happily.
"Yes, but we're not wanted there. What will Sutton think when she sees us?" I asked, worried.
Eddy smirked. "Psh, who cares? If we're nice to this girl, we're automatically popular!" He said.
"You always come back to that, don't you?" I asked him.
"Shut it, sockhead." Eddy snapped.
A party. For a girl that hates our guts. We're invited to it. Oh, the irony.