Chapter One
The morning sun pierced through the window and gently touched the face of the sleeping boy. His messy brown hair was fluffed about, and his body was wrapped tightly in his purple bedding. Fifteen-year-old Timmy Turner snored lightly as he slept.
There, next to the bed, stood his night stand. Upon the table sat a fishbowl, which had a miniature castle inside. Faint snores could barely be heard from the bowl. A few minutes passed by, before a thin layer of smoke floated out. From the smoke, three floating creatures appeared.
Timmy's fairy god parents, Cosmo, Wanda, and their tiny son, Poof, hovered over the sleeping teen. Baby Poof grinned a wide smiled, and then jumped on his god brother. "Timmy!" said the little fairy as he landed on the boy. Timmy opened up his eyes and his body shot up. He took a few seconds to figure out what had just happened.
"Good morning, Timmy!" Cosmo exclaimed.
"How did you sleep, sport?" Wanda questioned, as her fingers combed through Timmy's wild hair. He smiled up at them, while rubbing an eye with his hand.
"Good," Timmy replied, still not fully awake. He let out a yawn, "I'll be right back." He quickly pulled back the covers and stepped out of bed. He made his way towards the bathroom to get ready for school.
Fifteen minutes later, Timmy entered his room fully dressed, with his pink hat on his head. "There, all better," He told his fairies, with a smile. They smiled back at him. Wanda then floated over to him, and her pink eyes looked at him tenderly.
"Is you're backpack ready to go?" She asked, like any good mother would. Timmy nodded. "And you have all your books?" Wanda wondered. Timmy looked at his godmother impatiently.
"Yes, Wanda, I have all my books. And besides, if I forget one, you can just poof it up."
"Don't sass me, Timmy Turner," She teased him playfully, while tickling him in the ribs.
"Yeah, no one sasses Wanda but me!" The green-haired fairy, Cosmo exclaimed. Wanda smiled at her goofy husband, and moved over just enough so that he could tickle the teen as well. Soon enough, Poof joined in the mix, and a full out tickle war began.
After a few minutes went by, the war came to a slow stop so everyone could catch their breath. The only sounds heard were their remaining giggles, and heavy breathing. Once Timmy's breathing was under control, he turned towards his bedroom door.
"Come on you guys…its breakfast time." He opened the door, as his fairy-family transformed into buttons on his backpack.
Timmy sprinted down the stairs, and ran into the kitchen where his mom was making waffles, and his dad was reading the paper.
"Good morning, Timmy," His mom said cheerfully, as she placed a plate of waffles in front of her son's seat.
"Morning Mom," Timmy said, "Morning Dad."
"Morning Son," Timmy's dad said, after taking a sip of coffee from his mug. "Are you ready for this weekend?"
"Of course I am!" Timmy exclaimed. "I've been waiting to go on the 'Scream Your Lungs Out' rollercoaster at Adrenaland for months!" Timmy looked briefly at the buttons on his book bag. They winked at him.
"Well we're leaving right after school," his mom said, "Now finish your breakfast before you miss the bus." With that said, Timmy started gulping down his food.
"Egad!" Timmy heard his Dad exclaim, "Do you know what day it is?"
"Um, Friday?" Timmy questioned.
"Not just any Friday! Today's Friday the Thirteenth!" Timmy looked down at his bag, and watched as his fairies shrugged. They must have forgotten themselves. "Here son, take this and make sure to be careful!" Timmy rolled his eyes as his dad handed him a horse shoe and pushed him out the door.
"Yeah, cause this stupid thing is going to stop Anti-fairies from causing harm," Timmy said sarcastically. There was a poof as the fairies turned into squirrels next to him.
"Well your parents don't know that Anti-fairies exist, remember? I'm sure your dad just wants to make sure that you're safe," Wanda said. Timmy sighed.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Hopefully they won't ruin this family trip like they did the last time." And with that, Timmy began his walk to the bus stop.
"Foolish Timothy…If only he could know just how wrong he truly is," Anti-Cosmo said with a cackle. He was hiding behind a tree with his Anti-Wife and Son.
"Yes Father, I must say, your newest plan is quite diabolical," Foop commented, "And I can't believe me managed to escape that awful prison by just leaving some fake, stuffed dolls."
"Me neither. Jorgen must be dumber than I is," Anti-Wanda added. Foop rolled his eyes, and Anti-Cosmo smiled.
"I think he is, dear," The Anti-fairy confirmed, "Come on. Let's go pay Turner's parents a little visit."
Author's Note: Chapter one of this new story, is complete. I'm real excited about this, and I hope you all are too. I'm not quite sure how many chapters there will be, but there are a few. And fair warning, this story is sad, but also fluffy. It also may get a bit confusing, so please ask questions if you need to. Well I guess all I can say now is to read, review, and enjoy!