I do not own Fairly Odd Parents. Tina is mine.

Edit June 2015: One of my earlier fics featuring an OC. Cleaned the story up a little bit, but the core plot is still the same. Not my best work, but I appreciate those who enjoy it nonetheless.

The New Kid

Timmy Turner frowned and tapped his fingers impatiently against his desk. His eyes were glued to the clock hanging above the door, which seemed to be moving slower than usual. "Only five minutes left! Come on, you stupid clock! Move faster!"

"Why don't you just wish for lunch to come early?" his green pencil asked.

Timmy shook his head. "I can't. Crocker will get suspicious," he muttered.

"Are you talking to your pencil?" AJ, who sat beside him, asked in disbelief.

"No!" Timmy quickly replied, stuffing the pencil in his case and ignoring the muffled protests. "That'd be stupid."

"Now class, since lunch is almost here I feel it's a great time for...a pop quiz!" Crocker hollered, a maniac grin on his deathly pale face.

Groans filled the classroom as the students half-heartedly pulled papers from their binders and got ready for the impossible test to come. The only one feeling confident was AJ, who rarely got frazzled by their teacher's unfair tests.

Before Crocker could yell out the first question, however, a knock sounded on the door. Timmy breathed a sigh of relief and shoved his papers away as a grudging Crocker went to answer. "Saved by the door," he said with a happy smile.

Principal Waxelplax waddled into the room. "Hello, students!" she greeted cheerfully. "Today is a special day! I would like to introduce you to your new classmate!"

Chester arched an eyebrow. "With only half a day left?" he asked in bemusement. "What, she miss the bus or something?"

"Smart thinking," returned Timmy. "I could take a page from their book."

"She arrived later than expected," continued Waxelplax, as if she had heard the conversing boys. "But as I always say, better late than never!" The red-haired principal gestured at someone standing in the hallway. "Come in, dear."

Timmy, as well as the rest of the class, gaped at the new girl that shuffled in with a nervous smile. Judging by her outfit, Timmy doubted she had many concerns about fitting in with the crowd.

Her long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, held firmly in place with a golden band. She wore silk purple pants that flared at the ankles and leather sandals, which wasn't exactly fit for the fall weather. A violet tank top barely reached her belly, which exposed a gold star bellybutton ring. Silver and gold bangles decorated her skinny wrists and a gold chain with a small ruby stone hung from her neck.

She waved and her bracelets clanged together. "Hey," she greeted. "I'm Tina Glimmers."

The plump principal beamed around the silent class. Considering there was no jeering or other sorts of new-student harassment, she took this as a good sign. "Glad to see everyone is taking an interest!" she said brightly. She then directed to Tina, "I'm sure you'll like it here, dear. Just so long as you know your place."

The bell for lunch rang and Waxelplax exclaimed, "Oooh, feeding time!"

With cheers, everyone rapidly forgot the new girl and stampeded out of the classroom. Crocker spared only an irritated glare for the new addition to his classroom before departing.

"Uh…" Tina rubbed the back of her neck, realizing she was alone in the classroom with one other kid. "Guess that's what I get for coming late, huh?"

Timmy smiled. "You had the right idea. I might take a half-day myself sometime soon." He held out his hand. "I'm Timmy Turner."

Smiling in relief at the friendly reception, Tina grasped his hand firmly with her own. "Hey. Nice to meet you. Er, what did Principal Waxelplax mean by 'you'll be fine if you know you're place?'"

Timmy chuckled. "I think it'd be easier if I show you."

He led Tina out of the classroom, down the hall and into the crowded cafeteria. She arched an eyebrow at the neatly arranged tables and the cliques that sat in them. "Oh. So, I'm guessing the table with the disco ball is the cool kid table?"

"Yup." Timmy smiled dreamily as he stared at Trixie.

Tina stared at his spaced-out expression and snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Hello? Earth to Timmy?"

Timmy blinked and gave his head a shake, snapping out of his stupor. "Sorry. As you can see, we have the jocks, the geeks, the music nerds and the bullies. If you know your place, you'll have a relatively easy time-well, for the most part. It's when you start to try to break the barriers when things get rough."

Tina glanced at him. "So...you're a part of...?"

Timmy sighed. Of course she had to ask. "The geeks," he grumbled. "But I'm working on getting higher up the social ladder."

"Good luck with that," she replied. She then stared thoughtfully at the geek table with her purple eyes. "Being popular doesn't seem worth it. You gotta use a lot of effort in order to keep friends who only like you for your image."

"I think I learned that lesson once or twice," mused Timmy. "But I'd like to get up a notch or two on the social scale."

Tina smiled. "I'm sure you'll get out of geek territory eventually. Can I sit with you guys?"

"Sure."

They shuffled towards their table and Chester instantly paled when Tina sat down beside Timmy.

"It's cool!" Timmy assured. "She won't touch you." He whispered to Tina out of the corner of his mouth, "Girls give him hives."

Tina blinked, but nodded. "All right then."

Chester relaxed, and it was during their ensuing conversation Timmy learned Tina wasn't like other girls. She loved action movies and comics, hated makeup and dolls. She even had a collection of baseball cards that surpassed Chester's, and that was saying something.

As always seemed to happen every day, lunch was over far too quickly for anyone's liking. The bell that signalled that next class was about to start went, and the kids moved in a flurry of motion. Timmy dumped the remains of his lunch in the trashcan and hurried to his locker.

It was only when he was halfway there he noticed Tina following him. She smiled apologetically. "Sorry, but I totally forget where the classroom is. Is it okay if I follow you? Or is that too creepish?"

Timmy laughed. "It's not creepish." He then frowned. "But what about your stuff?"

She patted the pink bag that hung at her side. "Everything's in here. I figured I didn't have enough stuff to warrant a locker, so I didn't get one."

"Oh. Okay."

Timmy threw open his locker door, grabbed his books and slammed the metal door shut. A large shadow loomed over him before he could turn around, and he gulped, knowing exactly who it was.

Shoulda taken Cosmo out of my pencil case, he thought wearily. Though he might have done more harm than good in trying to rescue me…

Tina stepped back as a large grey kid stood over Timmy, cracking his knuckles threateningly. "So Turner. It's time for your after-lunch beating," he growled.

"Can I reschedule?" he squeaked.

"Sorry. No cancellations allowed."

His fist swung up and then struck down. Timmy held up his hands to block his face, eyes screwed shut. But the impact he was expecting did not come. Instead, Francis sailed over his head and crashed to the floor, propelled by a force neither could see.

Timmy gaped in shock. It couldn't have been Cosmo. He's still floundering in my pencil case, too dense to realize he can use magic to get out. Wanda's staying home with Poof. So what the heck happened?

"Who is that jerk?"

Timmy jumped, having forgotten the presence of the blonde. "Oh, sorry Tina," he apologized. "That's just Francis. The school bully. Avoid him as much as possible." He stared at the dazed bully in bewilderment. "That's weird. He usually never misses."

"Maybe he's just losing his touch," suggested Tina. "Come on, we'll be late."

Timmy hurried down the hall with the girl and they both made it into the room just as the bell rang. Tina slid past him and into her seat, hands folded tightly in her lap.

Are her hands glowing purple?

He scrubbed at his eyes and looked again. But there was no purple glow. Maybe I'm seeing things, he thought. Or going crazy. Which is entirely possible.

He took his seat just as Crocker jumped up from his desk. "Class, today we will be studying genies!"

"No fairies today?" Chester muttered after Crocker did a milder version of his signature spaz. He quickly shut up when Crocker glared at him.

Tina turned in her seat and frowned quizzically. "Genies? Fairies? We doing mythology or something?"

"Er…not exactly. Crocker actually thinks they exist. Weird, right?" Timmy chuckled nervously.

Tina paled and quickly turned around. Timmy frowned. What's that about?

"Since I currently hit a snag in my efforts to capture fairies, we're going to focus on genies until I have a breakthrough!" continued Crocker. "We'll start with how to properly capture a genie!"

The man started to write on the blackboard at a frantic pace. Heaving a breath, Timmy started to copy down the notes, knowing that there would be a test on the horizon (which he wouldn't study for, but at least he could tell Wanda he took the notes).

Tina sat in front of him, and every time she moved her head her blonde ponytail would sway back and forth. As Timmy started a new page in his notes, several pieces of gold glitter fell from her blonde strands and onto the clean white piece of paper.

He stared down at the golden flecks. Is that what I think it is? he thought in disbelief.

No. It couldn't be. It must have been hair glitter.

You've been around magical creatures for two years. You know what magic dust looks like.

His gut feeling told him that the glittering stuff in front of him was magic dust, and he knew it was right. Eyes narrowed, Timmy completely ignored his teacher (as he tended to do) and focussed on the girl in front of him.

Now that he thought about it, the clothing Tina wore was familiar to him. The very style resembled that of what genies would wear, though her style was less flashy compared to other genies. But that didn't mean she was a genie-she very well could have just enjoyed dressing like one. But that magic dust…

Does Tina have fairy godparents? Or maybe she is a genie. And if she is, what is she doing here?

You could ask.

Timmy bit his lip. This is where things got tricky. If he asked Tina, she wouldn't admit it. It was against the rules. He couldn't admit he had fairy godparents either, for risk that she actually didn't have any.

This is either going to take some smart planning or reckless, impulsive action.

He suspected he would probably do something reckless and impulsive.

Though it seemed to take forever, the home bell finally rang. Timmy ran to his locker and chucked his books in, grabbing his bag and bee-lining for the front doors. He hoped to catch Tina before she disappeared home.

He burst out the doors and stumbled down the steps. He found her starting down the sidewalk, bag slung over her shoulder. Timmy hurried up to her and tugged on her arm. "Hey. I need to talk to you."

She looked at him in surprise. "Uh…yeah. Sure."

He led her down the sidewalk until they were away from the crowds of kids. He mulled over what to say, not wanting to expose his secret but also wanting to know if his suspicions were correct.

"That's some interesting glitter you got in your hair."

Her eyes jumped to meet his. "Just hair styling stuff," she said, her smile a little nervous.

"Doesn't look any hair glitter I've ever seen," he returned casually. "It kind of looks like magic dust. Crocker taught us about it."

"Why would I have magic dust?" she asked.

"You're a genie-"

"No I'm not!" she exploded.

Timmy arched an eyebrow. "Well, my second guess was that you have fairy godparents. But since your reaction was really strong, we'll go with 'you're a genie'."

"Why would you think something ridiculous like that?"

He gestured to her clothing. "You're not exactly subtle. It also helps that I once owned a genie."

Oops. Shared too much-this is going to be really awkward if I'm crazy and she really has no connection to the magical world.

Tina's eyes grew wide. "Which genie have you had?" she blurted.

Victory!

She flushed at the smug smirk he sent her. "Okay, so maybe I'm not the greatest at keeping things hidden. But I wasn't expecting humans to be so sharp."

"In this town, most of us aren't," he quipped. "But if anyone else catches your hands glowing purple, then yeah. Questions will be asked."

She winced. "Point. So, are you gonna answer my question or not?"

"Oh, yeah. Have you ever heard of Norm?"

Tina snorted. "That slime ball?" she asked in amusement.

"You mean not all genies are tricky and underhanded?" Timmy asked in surprise.

"Well, most are. But you see..." Tina hesitated, unsure of whether to move on or not.

"Come on, you already admitted you know of genies," persuaded Timmy. "I've got a secret of my own that I can tell you."

Tina sighed. "Fine. First, let's get something straight. You can't tell anyone what I am. It's my own fault I got busted. I should have dressed to be a bit more like a human, but habits are hard to break. Plus I never thought I'd meet someone in this town that has had a genie before."

"Could have been worse. You could have been ousted by someone who's never been exposed to the magical world," pointed out Timmy.

"True. It's just pretty embarrassing to know I didn't last a day without getting found out." Tina rubbed her neck. "I should have taken precautionary measures. I never was the brightest kid in class. I never think ahead." She stared at Timmy hard. "Okay. If you promise to keep my secret, I'll give any rule-free wish you want. No strings attached."

"I was going to keep your secret anyway. But deal." Timmy grinned. "You can trust me."

Tina studied him for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay. Well...here's the thing. I'm not just a genie. I'm only half a genie. I'm a genie/fairy hybrid."

Timmy felt like something just slammed him in the stomach. He dropped his backpack, stumbled back a few steps and hollered, "No way!"

Tina watched Timmy drop in a faint promptly after his exclamation. She scratched the back of her neck as she glanced around the deserted walkway. A cool breeze ruffled her blonde hair and after a moment she spoke aloud.

"Well. I suppose he took it better than I expected...sort of."