Edd always hasn't been a good child. Nor his older brother or even his father. But somehow they'd been either seeking treatment, as so his history says. One day, Edd was sitting in Mr. 'Kelps' or so Edd calls, Mr. Meanie. He stuck it on his office door once. He saw his mother come in, looking not very surprised. "Mis, Eddie Goz has misbehaved. He had put a fake Apple which was a rock and the teacher took a bite. Now she hurt herself."

Edd kicked his legs outside, he could just hear the taunting idiotic voice. He never paid attention to the rules. Never wanted to. He wanted to be free. His mischief would be the reason for that. Not really evilness. Even if it was, it'd be stupid. Minutes felt like hours as the clock ticked, taking his time away. That's until his mother stepped out. "Edd, Come on."

He pushed himself up as he started walking behind his mother, arms crossed and a grumpy look on his face. He spent whatever minutes waiting for mr. Meanie to quit being a douche. Of course, he can't say that out loud, or his mother would tell him off for 'swearing' when, really, she said words like f- yeah he ain't saying it. He'd rather not stoop to her level.

Before long, he ended up in the car, right next to his adoptive brothers. Which would be Tom, void eyes, and Matt, Ginger. The car started as the mother started driving, not paying attention to her kids. "What'd you do this time?" Tom suddenly asked Edd, curious. "Oh, nothing bad, I got a rock and made it look like a apple. The teacher ended up taking a bite out of it."

"Edd, That's evil." "No, It's called a prank!"
"Evil!"
"Prank!"
"Evil!"
"Prank!"
"Evil!-"
"Evil prank." Tom stated.
"Fine." They both stated, agreeing with his brother.

Not long, they got home. Where they ran right in as the door was unlocked. They were gonna go upstairs for their next plan before the mother shouted "Hey! No! You're gonna come here, all of you!" They all groaned in annoyance as they slowly slumped their way downstairs to see what their now anger mother wanted. It was probably a scolding or something, or just reflecting. Really, though, they don't care.