A/N: Since im the angsty lover type, I've decided to take a turn in writing my own, derranged lil' FOP fic. I hope it turns out as well as I hoped. Nothing really much to write about here, this, of course, is about mainly on a character I made up myself. Hope you some-what enjoy. -smiles a bit-

Great songs to listen to in my opinion for this fic: Chop Suey-System Of A Down, but that's my own opinion I guess.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Fairly Odd Parents, I only own my own creations I make in this story. May later be rated 'R' for drug reference or extreme violance, and brief sexual references. I'll have to plan more on this story.

---A Broken Child---

----Chapter 1. Introduction Of A Jaded Child.----

The rain poured down on Dimmsdale elementry as the young girl stepped off of the bus. Her heart shaped face was tanned from the summer sun, her hair only somewhat lightened from the usual dull brown to the lightly highlighted dirty blondish brown. Even though it was her first day at this school, which had started a couple weeks prior to her moving here, it seemed as if ever since school started up again, the whole summer swept away with it. She pulled her dark brown leather satchel bag closer to her as she walked off the bus, trying to avoid glances from any other staring curious eyes which came across her. Only once did she glance up with blank royal purple eyes to stare at the school sign. She let out an unhappy sigh as she tumbled closer to the school doors. 'I hate moving...' She thought, only to be interrupted when she almost broke into a clique, already to be formed. 'Great, more fashion freaks to get in my way..ugh.' She grumbled, pushing the doors open with one hand, which was covered by a baggy dark purple bell sleeve that looked manually, yet artisticly sewn on to match her eyes.

She heard someone snicker behind her, near where the 'fashion freaks' stood. She turned around to see an asian girl with mascara caked eyes stare at her irrevantly. "What?" She asked, confused. The mascara caked girl smirked, replying "You call 'those' clothes? Please, move quickly before you stink this place up with your poor scrubness." She spat out, loving every word of it while her other friends giggled or laughed.

The young girl narrowed her eyes, as she turned back around, whispering so noone else could hear, "I wish she would slip on a banana peel near where the bike rack is, and where that moped's conveniently heading towards..." A few seconds later, she heard a scream and a few lovely snaps of bones being crunched. The purple eyed girl let out a giggle, heading towards her first class."Serves you right, snob."

"Yo, guys, did you hear about Trixie? She feel in a bike rack after slipping on something, just then she got in the way of a moped! Then it ran over her arm-two times! In five places!" Chester said, running into Crockers class, slamming his books down where both Timmy and AJ were seated. "What?! Trixie?! That's horrible!" Timmy and AJ both said at the same time. It was obvious they all had a thing for this girl. "How long will it take for her to recover?" Timmy asked, AJ quickly answered "Atleast a few months...I saw an ambulance this morning..That's what it was here for..." The three boys shook their heads sadly.

Just then, their teacher, Mr. Crocker walked in the classroom. "Okay, you sad excuses for children.." He said, unenthusiasticly. "We have a new student, this brat's name is..Ay-loh? No, that's not right..Ai-..lah? How the heck are you supposed to pronounce her name?!" While Crocker kept on trying to unsuccesfully pronounce the young girls name, she proceeded by just walking to the class without the proper introduction. "It's Ay'lah, Mr.Crocker. Where should I sit?" She asked, carrying the heavy load of new school supplies. "Anywhere you want..I don't care." Mr. Crocker spied a spare seat near the back. "Go sit there or whatever. You'll earn an 'F' either way! Muaha!" he said, pointing towards the back seat. Ay'lah rolled her eyes, then dragged her pack over to where she was designated to sit at.

"What's up with her?" AJ asked, eyeing her wardrobe. She wore a mesh long sleeved shirt which covered over a black dress that went down to her knee's. There was a lovely embroidement of a crimson colored heart on the her chest, the sleeves ended with long, baggy purple bells which matched her eyes. The only 'normal' thing she wore were a simple pair of white and black sneakers. She had an assortment of bracelets on, purple, pink and black sparkled jelly bracelets, and snap on ones also, totally covering her lower wrist. She wore a lovely chocker that was bound by a faded thread of black leather threaded together which dangled a wondrous shade of purple, a mysterious figure of a fairy on a rose petal was hanging down as a piece of Jade. Her hair covered her face, wet from the rain. Chester smirked.

"She seem's kinda scary to me! I wonder if she drinks blood, or goes to doesn't sleep." The two boys laughed, while Timmy just raised a brow and told them to shut up. "What? Do you have a crushy-wushy on her?" Chester retorted, making smacking noises with his lips, poorly imitating them kissing.

"Chester! What on earth are you doing?!" Mr. Crocker yelled, draining Chesters color, and smile off his face. "Uhh...Speaking in toungues?" He replied, causing the class to crack up-except for Ay'lah, who just growled and tried to ignore him. "I guess that act gave you a well deserved 'F--' then, didn't it, McBadbat?" Crocker yelled, while throwing a paper marked 'F--' on it. Chester sunk down in his chair, muttering curses at the teacher. "What was that?!" Crocker yelled again, resulting in causing Chester to sit up straight again, smiling falsely, "Nothing!" "Fair enough..As I was saying...With this math problem we solved, I can probably take over the world with...FAIRY GODPARENTS!" Crocker spat out the last two words, spasming with each of the letters said.

Ay'lah glanced up slightly, towards Timmy, who soon realized she was looking at him. She mouthed the words 'thanks' to him, then continued to stare back down, continuing drawing on a lone sheet of white paper.

Ay'lah absent-mindedly tried to pay attention to whatever this insane teacher was ranting on about, but of course, she couldn't stay focused as her pencil strayed and started drawing different things. A loop here, a curve there..By the time she payed any attention to what she was doodling, she noticed it looked somewhat like her mother.

She looked down on it for a few seconds, as if it were a shadow of a memory blinking before her eyes as she lowered her eyelids, blinking once, then smoothed her hand over it as if to put a protective sheild over it. Another memory hit her as hard as thunder, no matter how hard she tried to hold it back.

-flashback-

"Mommy? What are you doing?" A young, little girl who looked the age of 6 asked. "Oh..Nothing sweety. Go back up to your room...Please?" Her mother replied, sadly, yet scared. "But..Why?" She repeated, stepping closer to her cowering mother. "Ay'lah! Do as I say!" Her mother spat. She was a raven haired beauty with a heart shaped face, who was petite in size, only about 5'2. It was obvious where Ay'lah recieved her looks from. A slight golden tan laced her mothers skin, bright, blue-almost purple eyes which flashed brightly when angered.

"Yes momma.." Ay'lah replied shocked. Her mother never snapped at her like that, usually she was a fun, loving picture perfect mother, who was a lovely, beautiful motherly figure to say the least. She turned around and ran quickly up the stairs, going in her room, peeking out through a small crack in the door. Of course, with every picture came a flaw, no matter how 'perfect' it seemed.

She heard her mother's sobs creeping from the living room from which her mother remained in, her hands and knee's on the floor. "Oh god..What have I done?" Her mother begged for an answer, as she stared up at the ceiling, tears sliding from her eyes.

Ay'lah, at this point was wondering where her father was... She stared up at a portrait of him. A great father figure with a middle-class stable job, a strong structure with navy blue eyes and brownish blonde hair. A couple minutes later, she heard the front door slam, interrupting her thoughts.

"Mommy!" She cried, looking out into the living room for any trace of her mother. Nothing. It was as if nothing ever happened..."Kaylic! Kaylic!" The young little girl sobbed, waiting for someone in particular to show up. "Kaylic! where are you??" She heard a soft poof as a soft pastel green shaded fairy appeard behind her. "What's wrong, Ay'lah?" The concerned fairy asked. "I-I want my mommy!" Kaylic smiled sadly. "Im afraid your mother went on her usual business again, Ay'lah..." She responded sadly. For she knew what her mother was up to...

"Can you answer this, Ay'lah?" The fairy asked.

"Answer what?"

"The question!" The fairy demanded, in a voice that wasn't her own.

"What?!" Suddenly, Ay'lah opened her eyes to meet Mr.Crockers.

"Uhh..." She stammered, confused. She realized she must have fallen asleep again. Mr.Crocker's eyes twitched, obviously annoyed. "Where you paying ANY attention, what so ever, Miss. McRein?!". Ay'lah winced, deep in thought. 'Damn..Not again..And on my first day too!' she cursed to herself.

"Im sorry..I-I.." She stammered again. "You screwed up big-time! didn't you? Well, for your reward, congragulations! Your first 'F'!" Mr.Crocker said, almost too pleased, for her opinion. She sighed as she saw the paper flutter down to meet her desk. She noticed some of the more snobby kids where sniggering at the newer girls suffering, while some of the more average ones gave her sympathetic looks.

"Need any wishes to help get you through your day, Ay'lah?" Kaylic asked, raising her wand in the 'ready' position. At the idea, Ay'lah vengefully glared at Mr.Crocker, as he was teaching the class room something she didn't bother observing too much, then down at her 'F' marked assignment she hasn't even been assigned yet. She closed her eyes to evil slits, when suddenly she remembered something.

"He'll suspect fairy godparents, as he said a few minutes ago.." She whispered. "Not if you're careful..." The fairy suggested. Smiling, baring her fangs in a sly manner. Ay'lah reached for her fairy chocker, grasping the figurine as she smiled. "But of course..." She replied, looking around the room for anything she could use to go around 'Da Rulez', for harming Crocker in any way possible. Or as she and her godparent preferred to call it ''the' rules', without sounding so..weird.

Ay'lah grinned evily. "I wish that chalk he's holding right now will be cursed to give anyone whose an adult who believes in fairly godparents sudden spontanious combustion if they dare touch it within the next...1 second." Ay'lah commanded, clasping her hands together from beneath the table in anticipation. She heard the tinkle of her wish being granted, and soon saw Crocker in a heap of flames, burnt to a crisp after a few seconds. "Owies..." Mr.Crocker said, as he slowly disintigrated into black ash on the ground, with only his eyeballs still intact..blinking once, obviously confused at what just happened. (A/N: Of course, I don't like common characters dying in my fics! lol! Gotta keep it cartoony to some extent, right?) Ay'lah Couldn't help but giggle as she saw all the shocked and confused expressions arrive from the classroom, then scream, running out of the room.

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A/N:What do you guys think? I guess you could say this was kinda like a one-shot. If I get the reviews I hope for...I'll more then likely continue this. - Don't worry, Cosmo and Wanda will both be mentioned! I can't forget about my favorite two fairies!

-hugs them- YAAAY!

Wanda: Too...Tight....!

Cosmo:..Can't..breathe! -turns blue-...Ooooh! a nickel!

REVIEW! :)