Hi, guys! This is my first story on Fanfiction, though I've been reading stories here for several years. Sage might seem like somewhat of a Mary Sue right now, but don't give up on her or the story yet…there's a lot more to her than what she seems. I hope you enjoy, and please, please drop me a review to let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: The only things I own in this story are Sage Fields and the plot.

Chapter 1

The first day of school was always a day that filled students with dread. But for some reason, the excitement of finally being in middle school trumped all feelings of dismay.

But even so, new sixth grader Timmy Turner sat slumped in his new homeroom, waiting for the bell to ring and already finding himself staring at the clock. "Guys, this stinks," he whispered to his pencils, which just happened to also be his fairy godfamily in disguise. "The school day here is half an hour longer than elementary school. I don't think I can make it."

"Come on, Timmy," his godmother, Wanda, urged hopefully. "Your first day hasn't even started yet. Give middle school a chance."

"Yeah, Timmy," Cosmo cheered. "At least there's no Mr. Crocker here!"

Timmy brightened significantly – that was true. At least at this school he didn't have to worry about any crazy teachers trying to prove the existence of his fairies.

And the day got even better when, just a few minutes before the first bell of the first day, the door opened and an unfamiliar looking girl stepped in, with dark red hair and blue eyes. As she was one of the last ones to enter the room, most of the seats were already taken, and she looked around for a moment before finally taking a seat…right next to Timmy.

As Timmy began to inwardly panic, the girl turned to him with a smile. "Hi. I'm Sage."

She sat next to him and now she was actually talking to him? "I'm…uh…um…Timmy! Yeah, I'm Timmy. Timmy Turner."

Sage laughed, seemingly unfazed by his blundering. "Nice to meet you. My family just moved here a month ago, so I don't really know anyone yet."

"Me too!" Timmy blurted without thinking. Embarrassed, he went on quickly, "Uh, I mean, this is everyone's first day at this school."

"Great. We can help each other out," she said, turning back to face front just as the homeroom bell rang.

Timmy stared at her for a few full seconds, unable to tear his eyes away until the teacher entered the room and greeted the class. Maybe middle school wouldn't be so bad, after all.

…

One horrible thing about middle school, Timmy had come to realize, was that there were three different lunch periods. And none of his friends were in his.

"Stupid seventh period lunch," he grumbled, walking forlornly into the cafeteria, his godparents disguised as milk cartons on his tray. "I can't believe Chester, AJ, Sanjay, and Elmer all got put into sixth period and I didn't."

"Cheer up, sport," Wanda tried to reassure him. "Take this as an opportunity to make some new friends!"

"Poof, poof," Poof said dubiously, and Timmy had to agree.

"Yeah, I doubt it," he muttered, looking around the cafeteria, which was much larger than the one at the elementary school. Though he knew most of the kids from his own grade milling around, he also spotted many unfamiliar faces, either new kids or kids from seventh or eighth grade.

Finally, he spotted an empty table in the back of the room and sat down dejectedly, thankful that at least he had his fairies to talk to. But he had only just begun eating when a voice startled him. "Hey."

Timmy turned and almost fell off of the bench: Sage was standing right next to him! "Mind if I sit here?" she asked with a genuine smile.

Once again, Timmy's mouth started working a lot faster than his brain. "Uh, um, uh…yeah! Sure. Sit down."

"Thanks." The smile still in place, she slid onto the bench beside him, setting her tray down in front of her. "I don't really know anyone else here yet."

Timmy hadn't even been aware that he knew her, but felt a flurry of butterflies in his stomach all the same. "Uh, where did you move here from?" he asked, wishing that he would stop saying "uh" before he spoke.

The smile slipping off of her face, Sage's brow furrowed for a moment before she answered. "Idaho."

There was something uncertain in her voice that confused Timmy, but he chose not to comment. "Oh. So, uh, I guess we don't have any classes together besides homeroom. Not that I noticed! It's just, uh, well…" He didn't think he could be any more embarrassed if he tried. "So what do you think of Dimmsdale?"

"I like it here," Sage answered, grinning as she took a bite of tasteless pasta. "The food isn't so great, but that's to be expected." She leaned in closer, and he felt his breath hitch in his throat. "I'm just glad I didn't come here last year. I've heard all about that crazy fifth grade teacher you guys had…Mr. Crocker or something? And that he was always freaking out about fairy godparents."

Timmy felt his heart stop again, though this time for a different reason. Why would Sage suddenly bring up Mr. Crocker and fairies? Laughing nervously, he glanced down at the milk cartons on his tray and answered, "Ha, yeah. Fairies. He was pretty crazy."

"Fairies," she repeated, rolling her eyes and laughing along with him, though he saw her give him a strange look out of the corner of his eye. "Weird."

Eager to get off the subject of fairies, Timmy hastily changed the subject. "So what do you like to do?"

Sage barely had to think. "Oh, I don't know, stuff like video games…comics…I like baseball but any sports really…bicycling…"

As she rambled, Timmy stared at her in shock, unable to believe his ears. "You like video games? And comic books?"

"Yeah, of course. I have a whole collection," she bragged, smirking at him. "Why? Do you like that stuff too?"

"Uh, yeah!" he exclaimed, thinking that this was just too good to be true. A girl who liked all of the same stuff that he did? That had only happened one other time, when he caught Trixie Tang in the comic book store, but that obviously hadn't worked out.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, and Sage stood with her empty lunch tray in hand. "We should hang out sometime this week," she suggested. "I can bring my comic books over to your house or we can play video games or something."

"Y-yeah. Definitely. See you," Timmy called after her, practically floating over to the garbage can to dispose of his tray. Then he turned to his godparents, who had transformed into his backpack and two pencils tucked into it, and said enthusiastically, "I love middle school!"