Okay, I'm so nervous. This is my first fanfiction after years of reading some AMAZING ones and years of imagining different stories in my head. I've always wanted to post a Spongebob one first since that's the first one I started on, but this is the one a finished an actual chapter to first, so I decided to post it. I'm not used to writing down stories so if any of this seems unorganized or unprofessional or bad in any way, please don't hate. If I can, I might edit it later. But here it is, the first chapter of my first fanfiction (sorry it starts so emotional).
I guess I knew in a way that it was time for some changes. I didn't even say hi to my Godparents that morning. I got up and walking downstairs as if part of me knew what was going to happen. I didn't know it, but I already knew it had happened. "Timmy, hurry up and pack. We're leaving." My mom had told me. I went back to my room without any breakfast and started packing before I even changed clothes. Cosmo and Wanda were concerned, but they couldn't do anything, and I didn't want them to try.
The house was… new. New to Timmy Turner and his mother. The eleven year old boy held his fishbowl against his chest. "Well Timmy," began the ex-Mrs. Turner, "We're 'home'." Timmy still couldn't believe that his parents had gotten a divorce. They seemed so happy, yet in the last six months he noticed something was seriously wrong. Now he and his mom had moved to San Francisco. They could almost see the golden gate bridge from their house. Without getting any boxes out of the car, Timmy went straight to 'his' room. He sat on his new bed without even placing his fish bowl on the dresser. Timmy's God family poofed into their regular fairy-form so they could talk. "Timmy, sweetie," Wanda started only to be interrupted by her God son's sharp boyish voice. "I'm okay, Wanda! Just leave me alone." Not something he'd usually say, she thought. She, too, had divorced parents, however they didn't split up until she was about 2,000 years old and in college.
Poof, Timmy's little God brother didn't sense much wrong. He zipped around the new room, finding every little ant and crack in the wall intriguing. Once this was over, he flew over to his big brother on his new bed, staring at the ceiling, and said his favorite sentence. "Timmy! Hide n' seek!" Despite his sorrows, Timmy couldn't help but smile at his brother, who thinks hide n' seek is one word (pronounced 'Hide-n-seek'). It's something about that look of his, the way the excitement mixes with the mischievousness in his eyes makes it almost impossible to say no for Timmy. And yet, he didn't have the heart to search through a whole new house looking for Poof for hours, especi
ally not if mom sees him. "Sorry Poof." Said Timmy, averting his eyes away from the small fairy's look of disappointment. Wanda took her son aside and whispered something. In a minute he flew over to his dad. "Daddy! Hide-n-seek!" Cosmo was about to say something until his wife shot him a look and he let Poof drag him away giggling.
Oh boy, thought Timmy. He knew why Wanda sent them away. "Timmy, you know that you're mom cares about you, right? And the thing that happened this morning, it's not your fault and they still love you, and-"Timmy shushed her, mostly because he didn't want to hear anymore of her speech so he changed the subject. "Do you hear something?" They heard what sounded like young people, and at first thought it was Cosmo and Poof being too loud until they heard girl voices. Then there was the distinct sound of a violin right before a boy started screaming. Both of them looked out the window to see a sandy-brown haired boy yelling about the violin that fell on his foot, a startled black girl with jet black hair, and a blonde girl rolling her green eyes. They helped him limp down the sidewalk, and although they couldn't hear what they were saying, the blonde one had what Timmy's mom would call 'motor mouth syndrome.' And the black one paused to sing a few times.
"They look about your age." Wanda observed. Timmy looked at her. "So, are you suggesting that I befriend the girl who can't stop talking, the boy who cries over a 4 pound violin 'crushing' his foot, and the girl that sings every two minutes?" Wanda let that remark slide. After all, this was the 'worst day of his life'.
Olive's POV
"Hey look, a new kid's moving in!" I heard my best friend Chyna say on April 16th, a Saturday, 7:46 AM. I know, that's early to be walking around the streets on Saturday but Fletcher and I wanted to visit Chyna so we could talk outside of school. Then we saw a moving van in front of that house on the corner no one's lived in since Gibson moved to an apartment building with his Grandma Nana. There was a boy in the front yard, brown hair, blue eyes, about five inch long buck teeth, approximately 5'1 feet tall, holding a goldfish bowl with two big goldfish and one baby one. He looked miserable and a little scared. "Why don't we go say hello?" said Chyna as if she just had the best idea in the world.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, not now, they need to get settled in." said Fletcher, making sense for once.
"Alright, but we have to at least make a song about ourselves." Chyna suddenly grabbed a violin out of nowhere and played a couple cords. (Actually, interesting factoid, nothing can be made from nothing. The air didn't spontaneously create a violin. We just didn't see where it came from.)
After a few minutes of arguing over lyrics, who sang what, and whether we should even sing to random people (I still thought we shouldn't), we started arguing over style. "It should be hip hop." Said Fletcher with finality. "No," replied Chyna "It needs to be more original."
"Like the Irish folk music" I looked out into the sky to help remember what I'd read "from 10th century to modern day Ireland. Featuring fast paced traditional beats that are often danced to."
"You're right!" said Chyna. She started playing an original Irish folk song while she and Fletcher jumped around and 'danced' until Chyna lost her grip on her violin.
"AAAAAAAAGH! OW! OW! My foot! It's crushing my foot!" he went on like that for 1.8 minutes while Chyna was too shocked to help him, and I just thought he was being pathetic. Not to be mean, but come on. Most violins are approximately four pounds of light wood, which can't crush a foot. Finally Chyna and I grabbed his arms and helped the helpless little wimp down the sidewalk. "My house is a few more blocks" whined Chyna. "Olive, let's go to your's. It's closer." I froze (metaphorically speaking). Chyna and Fletcher have never been to my house.
I lead them into my small living room and we set Fletcher on the sofa. Chyna immediately spotted a beautiful framed picture of Mom. "Hey" she said, then stopped because she didn't want to make me feel bad. My Mom had passed away while giving birth to me.
Three ice packs and one pep talk later (and by pep talk I mean telling Fletcher either he comes with us or we leave him here to face my Dad), we were walking back to the new kid's house. Chyna brought a flyer for the A.N.T. Program at our school, where kid's study their advanced natural talents and skip to high school. She wanted this boy to join and instantly become our best friend like in movies. Fletcher and I had nothing else to do.
When we rang the door bell, a tall lady with very light brown hair came out. "Hello, I'm Mrs. Turner. May I help you?" she said in a silky sweet voice.
"Hi, I'm Chyna Parks, and this is Olive Doyle and Fletcher Quimby. We were wondering if your son would like to come out." Fletcher nudged her and held out the flyer. "Oh, yes, we'd also like to tell you about" (She spread her arms out in a Gibson impersonation) "Fabulous program in our local high school for kids 13 and under." Mrs. Turner seemed amused by this and took the flyer. "Oh my." She said after she read it. "I'll defiantly show this to Timmy. I'll ask him if he wants to come out and play." She walked back into her house. "Timmy?" said Fletcher "What kind of preteen has people call him Timmy?" "It's just a name" said Chyna, upset that Fletcher was acting jerk-ish when we hadn't even met the guy.
"The name Timothy is of Greek origin meaning 'God's honor'. It is commonly known as the name of St. Paul's young friend and the name of the little boy at the end of 'A Christmas Carol' who said 'God Bless us…!" My friends were looking at me strange "…everyone.'" I just can't help my interesting factoids sometimes.
Timmy's POV
I was playing my Wreck-It Ralph hand held game when Mom finally decided to check on me. She sighed at the unpacked boxes and said "Timmy, do you want to go outside and make new friends?" Was she kidding? "Mom, we just moved in." She sighed again. "Well, at least look at this flyer they brought." She handed me a flyer that said "The Webster High Advanced Natural Talent (ANT) Program has an opening. Auditions in school gymnasium April 20th"
"Mom," I said "What talent do I have?"
"You have lots of talents, Timmy. Don't you play baseball?" my Mom really doesn't pay attention to my life. "Mom! It's for a team called the Losers! And have you heard of my soccer team, the Victims?" She just shook her head. "Alright fine, but while I go to my job interview, could you pick up some things from the market?" I agreed, and she left after telling those kids in the yard I couldn't come out to 'play'. Fifteen minutes later, I went a few blocks down to the store with Cosmo, Wanda and Poof disguised as cats.
Lexi's POV
Me, Paisley Houndstooth and our friends were hanging out in the store for no reason, just to seem cool. "I got this new dress and these new boots at the mall for only $40."I announced. "So what?" asked Keith. "They're a $200 value! Lexi Reed is in da house!"
"Wait, this is your house?" Paisley asked in disbelief. "You have so much stuff!" I just looked at her. Then, a brown haired boy with buck teeth so large they could open cans walked in with a neon green cat, a hot pink cat, and a violet kitten. They were as strange looking as they were cute (the cats, that is).
"Oh, look! A beaver that can walk! Hi, hi beaver!" shouted Paisley. That boy looked as embarrassed as I was. He ignored her and tried to get past us.
"Uh, excuse me, do you know who I am?" I questioned. Buck tooth kid looked at me, and not in a happy way. "Excuse me, but I'd like to get into to beverage isle, so move." Me and all my friends just moved out of his way, surprised he'd put up a fight. I've never heard such assertiveness in such a small voice. The kid looked about nine or ten, but the way he was acting, I'd say he was around twelve. I didn't listen to my friends much after that, I was watching that boy. He seemed different. He would whisper to his cats every now and then, and just pick up random things like milk and eggs. I wondered where his parents were, why he had to shop alone.
After watching him for about six minutes, the lights shut off in the store. Everything was black. I heard some high pitched exaggerated screaming, then some lady saying "Cosmo! Shush!" The store owner was telling everyone to remain calm when the lights came back on. Everyone was confused, but no one was hurt. Over all of the commotion, I could hear Principle Skidmore yelling something about a necklace.
Timmy's POV
When the lights came back on, I wasn't surprised to hear lots of people talking worriedly or security guards searching to see if anything was stolen. Then, I heard an elderly red haired lady yelling "My necklace! Someone stole my priceless gold necklace!" A lot of people were trying to calm her down, but she just wouldn't. Finally a guard got out a megaphone and yelled "If anyone finds a 48 karat gold necklace, return it to Miss Skidmore and you will get a $5,000 reward, courtesy of the city of San Francisco, since that's how much the necklace costs." Wow, I thought. That's expensive. But I couldn't help but think this Miss Skidmore looked a little too satisfied to really be so distraught over her missing necklace. I could have sworn I even saw her winking at one of the teenagers. Pretty suspicious.
"Timmy," I heard Wanda say. "Hurry up and pay for the groceries. I don't think it's safe to be in here with a thief." I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to hear her (something I do NOT recommend you do or get in the habit of doing). I walked over to the blonde girl with straight hair. I saw something in her fist.
"It's in your hand!" I yelled aloud making everyone stop talking. I gestured the store owner to Straight Hair (who looked terrified). Before he even reached her she broke down and told the truth. "Okay! Okay! I did it! Take me away!" I think she even started to cry. The other teens looked dazed as a police officer started to hand cuff her.
But I knew there was more to this story. "Wait, officer." I said more boldly than I felt then. "Don't arrest her yet." He raised an eyebrow at me, but I continued "I saw Miss Skidmore wink to this girl earlier. Sounds suspicious, doesn't it?" Officer Parks (that's what his name tag said) told me to just leave this to the highly decorated police squad. Before they left, I gave Straight Hair one look and that was enough to make her confess Skidmore's part in the crime.
"Principle Skidmark-" "Skidmore!" yelled the curly blonde haired girl.
"Right." Continued the straight haired girl. "She told me to steal her plastic gold necklace then give it back to her later." Miss Skidmore turned white when she heard straight Hair say the necklace was plastic. "She must have been trying to get the police department to give her $5,000 by lying this whole time." I observed. "I've got to say, I'm impressed." Most everyone else seemed impressed too, not really with Skidmore, but with me. I suddenly felt really shy. I grabbed my groceries, but before I could get to check out, Officer Parks asked me "Hey, how did you figure all that out?" I turned around slowly. "I don't know, it just… fell together." I said. He nodded. "You're pretty talented. Maybe you could join the ANT Program over at Webster High. My daughter's in it." He looked over to Skidmore who was having a 'talk' with the police. "Maybe you can keep an eye on Miss Skidmore. She's the principle there, you know." That kind of surprised me. I think she should have been fired. Anyway I just nodded my head and went to check out. The cashier let me have the groceries for free, since I solved a 'crime'. I thought that was really nice.
When I got 'home' I started putting away the food. Cosmo and Wanda turned back into fairies while Poof was busy chasing a mouse. "Wow, you found another evil red haired girl." Said Cosmo, clapping his hands. "And this one's gonna be your principle!"
"I don't know if I'm going, okay?" I finally said. Well, snapped more like it. Cosmo's mouth dropped down into an O. "This is, like, the first things you're good at!" He yelled, causing Wanda to hit him in the ribs. He doubled over in pain for a full minute. Then she turned to me. "Well, it's really up to you, Sport. I think you could make more friends, and it could be fun and good for your future." If only she knew I didn't want any of that. I didn't really want anymore bone-headed human friends and I didn't wanna think about my future. I wished things would stay the way they when I was ten, and I wouldn't have to worry about change or, well, something I won't dare remind myself of (losing my… forget it!) Unfortunately, that wish is against the rules.
But, I couldn't keep my birth Mom from finding out about the incident at the store, and I didn't want to disappoint her again (after the whole 'not being a girl thing' and 'not being good at sports thing' and etc.), I went to Webster High that Monday.
Olive's POV
Monday April 18th at 7:49 AM in the A.N.T. Farm, Chyna was collecting unused glasses, Fletcher was seeing what crazy colors he could mix with his acrylic paints (and yell out stuff like "Yellow and purple make brown! Brown!" with great excitement.) Angus was building robot to play foosball with him (we'll see how that turns out) and Gibson was pouring water on a 'truffla tree seed' he got at this Dr. Suess theme park. (It's not real. It's probably a genetically modified seed of the Xxoncer tree with only stem cells in it causing it not to spawn any plants, but Chyna thinks it's just plastic.) Any way, that's what was happening when the new ANT walked in.
It was the same kid from Saturday. And he had the same goldfish bowl with the same goldfish in it. But he looked terrified. And he was trying to check everyone out, while at the same time avoiding eye contact. Too bad, because Chyna wasn't going to let any ANT enter without befriending her.
"Hi! I'm Chyna. Chyna Parks. And I'm the musical prodigy! Look, I heard about people playing the water glasses, so, I decided to try it out! See, this is a B note." She ran her fingers on the rim of one of the many glasses in her area, but the noise that came out was a C flat. Then she saw Gibson's 'seed' in it. "Haha." She giggled nervously. "Um, things like fake plastic seeds can mess up the sound." The boy (named Timmy, remember?) looked weirded out, so I jumped in to keep us ANTs from seeming weird or longwinded. "Interesting factoid about the water glasses Benjamin Franklin had invented an instrument inspired by them called 'the Glass Harmonica' which consisted of several glass bowls stacked on each other, spinning in a thing of water so you could just touch it lightly to make music." After all that, he was looking at me weird. I suddenly felt like I had said too much (For once). "Uh, I'm Olive, by the way." I said slowly. "I have a permanent memory, so everything I've ever heard, seen or read is permanently engraved into my brain." I wondered if that'd make me seem less weird, or more. He kept looking at me until he said "That's kind of cool." I let out I breath I'm not sure why I was holding. "What kind of prodigy are you?" He seemed surprised at first, then said "Oh, uh, I guess solving mysteries." He didn't seem anywhere near as sure of himself as the other ANTs do, so I decided to change the subject again. All that morning I asked a bunch of questions and he answered (I get talkative when I'm nervous). I found out that his full name is Timothy Tiberious Turner (and we both agreed that Tiberious is a weird but cool middle name), he had lived in Dimsdale all his life before coming to San Francisco, his old friends were Chester and AJ, and he hates school (which I almost couldn't get over, and still can't even understand!) It seemed like he was only talking to me so he won't seem like the loser new kid, but he seemed a little bit friendly. "Hey," I said to him right before eighth period. "Do you want to come over to my friend Chyna's house today or tomorrow? I already asked her and she's fine with it." He hesitated. Then he said "I might be doing something tonight." Without looking at me. "Okay, but how about tomorrow?" I was tempted to tell him we could make my special fat-and-sugar-free frozen yogurt sundaes, but I didn't want to push it. Finally, Timmy looked at me and said "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."
I know, long chapter. And it's going to be a REALLY long fanfiction. Trust me, I view this as more of a TV series than a novel. But don't hesitate to review, and I'll defiantly respond ASAP if I'm asked a question or something, but it'd be through PMing, not the beginning of chapters like most people do. I don't know when I'll pst my other chapters and fanfics, but I want to make sure they're all PERFECT before anyone sees them.