"ED! Hurry it up already, Lumpy!"

"Sorry, Eddy! The gravy was mushy today!"

"What on earth does that- You ate gravy for breakfast today didn't you?"

"I love chickens!"

"Ugh…"

Once again, it seemed as the Eds would be late for 1st period English again. How they all managed to be in all the same classes for their junior year (and their third year in a row) was beyond everyone, including the administrative staff, but they were, and unless they directly caused the classroom to explode, or one of them requested a schedule change, they were stuck like that.

As their teacher, Miss Thatcher, had her back turned and was writing on the board, the three teens attempted to slip past and get into their desks before she noticed.

"Mr. Gray, Mr. Sullivan, Mr. West, you're late again."

As per usual, they were unsuccessful.

"Crap! Eddy, what do we do?" Double D whisper-yelled.

"Chill, Sockhead! I got this!" Eddy stood up. "Good morning, Miss Thatcher! You're looking lovely as usual this fine morning! We were late because… uh… Our neighbor Rolf's chickens were on the loose!"

"WHAT? You dare bring the son of a shepherd into your buffoonery?"

"Mr. Bachmeier, sit down this instant! And how did you even get a pitchfork on campus! I want you to bring that to the principal when this period is over! And Mr. West, as I've said before, I don't care if you and your friends are tardy anymore, you're late so often that I've stopped noticing without you attempting to sneak in. So please stop angering Mr. Bachmeier, it's really annoying."

Eddy laughed nervously as he and the other two Eds took their seats.

The young teacher sighed. The other teachers had told her that the Eds were trouble (well, Eddy was trouble. Ed was somewhat dim and Eddward was sadly too attached to associate himself with better influences), but she didn't think it was their fault. No, Felicity Thatcher never blamed the student. She knew that Eddy had a somewhat dysfunctional home life from the middle school teachers, and from the same people she had learned that Eddward barely had anything resembling a home life, as his parents were both busy college professors. As for Ed, well, he was Ed; there wasn't much to be done there.

Felicity hoped that she could help the boys, if only because it was her duty as a teacher.

"Ahem. If there are no more- Mr. Stone, put down the spitball launcher- If there are no more interruptions, I have something for all of you."

Miss Thatcher put a large stack of multi-colored spiral journals on her desk, panting at the weight of the stack (bodybuilder she was none).

"Starting today and lasting until the end of the school year, each of you will be assigned a partner. Every group will receive one of these notebooks, and in them you will record… well, whatever you like. And don't worry; the only people allowed to read them are you, your partner, and I."

The three Eds glanced at each other worriedly. Though they were notably closer to the other kids in their neighborhood after the incident with Eddy's older brother, things weren't exactly rainbows and butterflies between them.

"When I call you and your partner's name, please send someone up to get a notebook. Kevin Stone and Jonny Clarke. Nazz Williams and Marie Kanker. May and Lee Kanker. Eddward Sullivan and Eddy West."

The two teens glanced at each other with a mix between relief for themselves and fear for their dim-witted friend. Double D shot a look of sympathy towards Ed as he got up to get the notebook.

"Ed Gray and Eleanor Nielson."

Suddenly, everyone in the room froze. Double D nearly dropped the blue notebook in his hands.

It was obvious what everyone (excluding Miss Thatcher, Ed, and Eleanor) were thinking at that moment.

Oh god. She just sent him to his death, didn't she?

Suddenly, a quick screech at the back of the room was heard. Everyone turned as the punk British girl got out of her chair to get the notebook, silently watching her, terrified of what the dark girl might do to the poor idiot.

Oddly, she went down the aisle farthest from where she sat after retrieving the journal.

That aisle was the aisle Ed sat in.

"Hello, my name is Ed." The dimwitted boy said cheerfully.

"… I'm Ellie. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

The sound of approximately twenty-two jaws dropping was an unfamiliar sound, as was Eleanor's voice. Those were the first words she had ever said in the entire time she'd been in the class.

A/N: Ah, Ed Edd n Eddy. Now this was the Cartoon Network I grew up with! A few notes:

This takes place (as you can probably tell) in the Eds' junior year. Ed may be a bit OOC, but that's because I can't write such funny lines as the original writers of the show.

Felicity Thatcher is named after another childhood memory: Felicity, the 1770's American Girl doll.

Ellie is my EEnE character. She's… somewhat rough around the edges.

That's it for now! Hasta luego, amigos!