AN: Hey, so me and my sister made an account and we will update when we feel like it
Mellow: Or get a lot of reviews
Lemon: Yeah, or that.
Mellow: We just want you to enjoy our stories
Lemon: SO enjoy
Disclaimer: Do not own Fairly Odd parents
Prologue:
Timmy was 15, he had lost his fairies 2 years ago, but he didn't remember any of it. He remembered something though. He knew he had forgotten something important. It was like this big empty space. It used to hold something, but it was gone. Timmy wanted to know. He would give anything to know. Eventually, he fell into a depression.
Chapter 1:
The alarm clock rang through the house, Timmy groaned and rolled over. Five minutes later, it was still ringing. He rolled over and hit the snooze button, slowly climbing out of bed. He looked around and stretched. Nothing in his room had changed. He had kept everything the same right down to the empty fishbowl on the bedside table.
Without care, he threw on his usual black hoodie and grey jeans. He walked downstairs, grabbed his backpack, and set off for school. On his way there, he ran into Chester and AJ. He ignored their constant tries to get him to talk and pulled out his headphones. He wasn't going to talk, they just had to learn.
Timmy had gone on his silent strike almost a year ago. At first, everybody bugged him about it. Then, they slowly began to accept it and back away. There were only a few that constantly aggravated him with their tries. Namely, Tootie, Chester, and AJ.
Listening to his music, one of his favorites by Simple Plan, he aimlessly walked around the school. He had no need to go to his locker; he never did any homework anyways. Yet, somehow, he always passed.
Pretty soon, the school day was over with only a couple awkward "Hey Timmy, what's up" type of questions. Of course, it wasn't awkward for him, just for them.
When he got home, he fell down onto his bed, just listening to music for an hour. Then, he got up and went downstairs to work out. It was a habit he had gotten himself into, a very prosperous one. He was one of the tallest in his grade, had very well toned muscles, and the girls loved him, not that he cared.
Pretty soon, he grabbed an apple (his only food of the day) and went back to his room. He looked in the mirror and sighed. He looked skinny, and that wasn't good. Oh well, what did he care? He sat down on his bed and succumbed to sleep.
Never once did he sit down to do homework.
Never once did he smile.
Never once did his parents come home (they were always out somewhere).
Never once did he feel happy.