Here comes the loverly Trixie Tang. Walking down the hallway, strutting all of her twelve-year-old-girl wonder.
Look. Isn't she loverly? Don't you just want to run up to her and throw money in her face because she is so pretty?
Sure you do. But Timmy Turner doesn't.
He finally realized that liking her was pointless. She would always and forever choose beauty and popularity over anything else, and hence forth realized she was indirectly choosing to be alone.
Oh yes, he knows she is beautiful. He knows she is wonderful.
He even knows her middle name.
But does that mean he has to chase her forever?
Timmy doesn't think so.
Trixie does.
(IT WAS SO NOT LIKE THAT!)
( Yes. It. Was. Just Listen.)
(Whatever)
Fairly Odd Parents
The Chase Begins
Prologue
Trixie was walking down the hallway when she suddenly sensed that something wasn't right. Searching the hallways to look for the disturbance, she found herself staring at Timmy Turner standing in front of his open locker.
Two years have done him so good, she thought.
Looking at the 12 year old Turner boy (in what, she realized, was the first time in those certain two years) she noticed that he was no longer a small, puny, scrawny little boy. He was taller, and more lean. He no longer wore his signature pink hat, but had taken to wearing a white one, to match the white, long sleeved shirt he wore under his pink one.
Timmy, unaware he was being watched by his previous dream-girl, took a skateboard out of his locker, dropped it on the ground, and then closed his locker door. He stepped on his skateboard, and with his other foot, pushed off, and started rolling down the hallway. He rolled past Trixie without so much as giving her a second glance.
Trixie froze in her tracks. Numerous thoughts were running through her mind.
Did he really just...?
No, he couldn't possibly have...
What the hell was that?!
How dare he!
HOW DARE HE FLAT OUT IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!
With her anger rising, Trixie stormed off down the hallway and through the doors to exit the school. People who did notice her made sure to steer clear of Trixie Tang.
Said girl stalked down the sidewalk scheming of ways to handle this little disturbance.
In her mind, it was the end of the world.
The Natural Balance of All That Is And Forever Will Be Popular was at stake.
Oh Trixie, you sad little girl.
(Sad? SAD?)
(Calm down, will you? It's just begun)
(SAD?!)
(Good Grief.)
Dislcaimer: I don't own the Fairly Odd Parents.