Disclaimer: I wrote this story but I do not ownThe Fairly OddParents norany thing to do with them.
You walk in to a room. The room is unfamiliar to you. You see a lot of pink and green items here. You see a trap door above you with a string hanging down. You pull the string and as the door opens stairs unfold. You walk up the steps in to an attic where you see many old boxes. There is one labeled 'The Old Days' in red permanent marker and below says in regular black pen 'High School' in a different hand writing than before. There is also a large stamp that reads 'Fragile.' You open the box. In side are many papers, photos, and books, mainly year books. You see one small green book. This is definitely not a year book. You pull it out and wipe away some dust to reveille the words Cosmo's diary. The D in diary is backwards. You open the diary to find some thing you did not expect to read.
Dear diary,
We just moved and now I have to go to a new school. I'm afraid. I don't want to go. I wish my mama hadn't gotten transferred. I don't think any one in school will like me. It's not like I left much behind. I didn't have any friends but I still miss my old neighborhood and my old room. I've been living in a hotel with my mama while our new house is being painted. It seems more like a motel. I found a dead cockroach in the bathroom. It was gross. I only like cockroaches when there candy coated.
You turn the page.
Dear diary,
I just started at my new school and every one there already thinks I'm a loser. It's pretty much the same as my old school, there's the extremely popular rich kids, the less popular but still cool kids, the smart kids, the ones thought of as losers, and then there's me. There're some categories I might have missed but still, I'm not even cool enough to sit with the losers at lunch. But there is one girl I saw there. She is popular but she's so beautiful, I don't know how I can stand it. Me and my mama just started unpacking our stuff in the new house. We probably wont be done till the next time we move. My new room is larger than the old one but it smells like fresh paint. Pew!
You turn the page and this page is hard to read. The letters are smudged because of what looks like tears.
Dear diary,
Today is the anniversary of the day my father died. I'm trying my best not to think about it but I'm failing. I miss him so much. My father was the only one I could do guy stuff with, and I was so young when he left. I feel like if he was still here I might not be such a weird boy. I can still remember turning him in to a bee. Later to day me and mama are going to go down to the fairy world cemetery and put flowers on his grave.
All of the sudden you hear some one coming, walking up the stairs to the attic. You run and hide behind a large chest. A woman with pink hair, wings, and a crown walks in. "Hmm… I thought I heard some thing up here," she says. "Cosmo!" she calls as she walks back down the steps. You come out from behind the chest and look down through the trap door. You see the woman walk through a door to a room that looks to you like a bath room. "Oh, there you are Cosmo," you hear her say. As quietly and as quickly as possible you run down the small roll out steps, run through the pink and green filled room and out. You find your self out side on the side walk. You have no idea how you got out so fast. You then look down and notice you still have the diary in your hands.