Prologue:
Starry was an average kid
Who no-one understood.
Her mom and dad were gypsies
Always leaving her behind
The doom and gloom
In her heart
Would instantly disappear
By her magic little sister
Who'd grant her every wish
Cause in reality…
She was her God-sister
Her fairy God-sister
I remember the day I first met him. Braids were tangled in my hair and ran all the way down my back. Flowers, I remember, were I tucked into soft blue ribbons that I wore around my neck and wrists. I wore a snow-white dress and faded yellow leggings with mismatched rainbow socks and black dress shoes. I was dancing, it was raining, and he was sitting on a bench, just outside the park, talking to himself, lost in his own little world. I envied him and the way he could carry on a conversation for what seemed like hours with not a single soul around him. Like the curious girl that I was, I just watched and waited for the rain to slowly stop. Eventually, beams of angelic light spewed through the clouds our eyes met, like one of those perfect moments in movies. But unlike those cheesy chick flicks, when he noticed me he wasn't happy. Instead, his cheeks turned bright red and disappointment clung in his eye as they wandered along my fragile frame.
"Let me guess, you think I'm a loser too." He stated. I shook my head.
"No, I think you're wonderful." I smiled back. And just like that, we were instant friends.
He looked so different now, so much older. His teeth were nearly perfect and tattoos lined his right arm and crawled all the way up his neck. Snakebites pierced his lips and his big blues eyes seemed heavy with despair. If it wasn't for that ridiculous pink hat, I doubted I would ever know who he was. But then again, I had changed too. No longer was I the goofy girl with mismatched socks and discolored clothes. I was older now, arguably wiser, and slightly more mature. Back then, I swore I'd marry him. I would have given anything just to be with him, but now, I wasn't so sure. A part of me still longed to be with him, but an even bigger part of me knew that wasn't possible. He had met someone, and from the looks of it, he seemed happy. The girl with fiery red hair hung at his side like a leech. Her pink mischievous eyes darted eagerly and proudly around the room, almost showing him off like a trophy. And I'd managed to find someone too. Someone who loved me unconditionally and whom I loved back.
Timmy Turner didn't matter to me anymore.
Daniel Fenton did.
"Are you so sure?" Clarissa seemed to read my thoughts. Her large multi-colored eyes beamed up at me with alarming discernment. "You loved him for a long time."
"I'm sure." I chuckled half heartedly.
I wondered if he'd even remember me. I spent a long time trying to track him down, and if it wasn't for Clarissa and Jazz, I'd never accomplish it. Even so, I knew Clarissa was weary and reluctant. She enjoyed Danny more than she ever enjoyed Timmy. But she knew me, and she knew this was something I had to do. "Two months from now I'm going to walk down that isle with Daniel Phenton, and not even Timmy Turner can stop me." I announced. Clarissa lowered her head and kicked at the sidewalk. It was her way of saying she wasn't so sure. `