It was a charming day at the skate park. A few kids grinding rails here, a few other kids shredding the half pipes, the sound of a siren blaring to come to a kid that had tried to 360 from ten feet to impress his friends...
"Today's the day." Timmy Turner announced proudly to his fairies.
"What's so special about today Timmy?" Cosmo asked.
"Today's going to be the day I join the local skate punk group." Timmy said, perfectly beaming from ear to ear.
"Why would you want to do that sport?" Wanda asked, feeling a bit confused.
"Because." Timmy said, "Word is, they may be able to get into the pros. One day, you're going to see me -Timmy Turner- be a professional skateboarder!"
"Just be careful, alright?" Wanda said.
"I will, I will." Timmy promised with a turn of his wrist.
There were four members in the group. One of them was a bit gangly, had his hair shaved off, and a nose ring pierced into his nose. Another almost looked like a body builder, had Mohawk styled hair that was dyed a dark blue color, and several tattoos on his arms. One member was shorter than the rest, almost kept his helmet on so it almost shaded his eyes, and only had a single tattoo on his wrist like a bracelet. Then there was a girl in the group; she had dark brown hair that appeared to be dip dyed an orange color, but other than that she looked rather docile.
Timmy walked up to the skate punks with courage he didn't quite realize he had. When he was close enough to them, he cleared his throat for their attention. Synchronized with each other, all four members looked at him with the same unamused look. Getting a better look at them up close, Timmy suddenly had a wash of fear come over him. The only girl of the group was the only one that didn't have some form of piercing or tattoo on her body. She was also the youngest. The one with the most muscles looked the oldest... and strongest.
"H-hey," Timmy started to say, suddenly sounding and feeling extremely timid, "I wanna join your gang."
Each of the members looked at each other, then at him.
"I'm Guy, the leader of the group." the leaner of the four introduced. "Never dare me in an Ollie match, it would be sick."
"I'm Faust." the more beefier one said next. "I grind rails harder than I grind the bones of the posers that try to be better than me."
Timmy winched, but said nothing.
"The silent one is S." Guy continued, motioning to the second shortest of the group. "He hardly says a word, we don't even know his full name. But his aerials are flat out wicked! And our team chick, she is-"
"Jude." the girl said, her voice sounding a bit dark. "I got in this group with flips, and no one can do them better than I can."
It took Timmy a moment to soak this in, then he said;
"I'm Timmy, and I-"
"That's great Grom, but how old are you?" Guy asked, interrupting Timmy in mid-sentence.
"Ten, duh." Timmy told them as if it were obvious.
"Sorry Grommet, but'cha gotta be sixteen or older to be in the group."
"Why?" Timmy asked, quickly angered by the decision.
"Kids can't skate."Jude said darkly. "Legs are too short. The mind isn't 'rad' enough."
"Come back when you're sixteen." Guy said before the gang turned around in sync again and rolled on their boards away.
"Too bad sport." Wanda said as his fairies poofed back into their normal forms.
"You've only got another six years!" Cosmo added.
"I can't wait that long!" Timmy thundered. "I wish I was sixteen years old in body and mind!"
"But Timmy..." Wanda started, but was cut off by the angered ten year old.
"No nagging, wishing now!" Timmy demanded. Unfortunately, Poof could also see where the wish could backfire, but he kept his counsel as the baby and his parents granted Timmy's wish.
With a poof of a cloud made from purple, fairy dust smoke Timmy's body started to grow and change, and his mind started to fill with useless information from middle school and freshman year of high school that he honestly did not care about.
When the cloud disappeared, Timmy was now a tall, gangly, and surprisingly un-pimple faced sixteen year old. Who knows? Maybe to some girl somewhere, he could have looked rather cute in a dorky sort of way.
After his godparents turned themselves into various skateboarding attire (Poof was his helmet, Cosmo was his elbow pads, and Wanda was his knee pads), Timmy walked over to the skate punk gang with a new set of confidence he would not have had if he was still ten.
"Hey." Timmy said to the skate punks. "Can I join?"
The gang turned around and looked at him. They looked at each other then back at him.
"How old are you?" Guy asked.
"Sixteen, duh." Timmy said in the same tone he had used before.
"Sure." Guy said with a nod. Jude made a sound that sounded like a hiss and growl combined, but it was ignored.
"Sweet." Timmy said with a nod.
"Just one thing," Faust added. "What's your name?"
For a moment Timmy thought about it.
"Timothy." he said with confidence.
"Welcome to the club Timothy."