OK, so this is the Second Chapter of "My Fairly Odd OC". great title, huh? I'm very proud of it :3

my chapters will vary in length and some things will be different from the actual time line of the show, but for the most part i'll do my best to make it authentic. so, without further stalling, here's chapter two!

Chapter 2

"MOTHER! What is the meaning of this?! I don't have a sister, or a niece!" My uncle- is he really?- yelled loudly as Ms. Jenny drove away.

"Well, you certainly don't have a sister anymore." I muttered tactlessly, arms crossed over my chest. Apparently Momma' Crocker hadn't told her son he had a sister. She'd also neglected to tell him I'd be living with them from now on, go figure.

My eyebrow twitched.

She seems nice, but I guess she's just really dense as to what is acceptable in society. It's not the first time someone in a parental position was so naive… oops. It seems I accidentally tuned out for a moment there.

"… Denzel, it's your responsibility to take care of Londrina now; that includes enrolling her in your elementary school. She's in fifth grade, fifth! Oh, she'll be in your class, there's no better way for Uncle/Niece bonding!"

"I'm not bonding with that Psycho. He's been in the corner spazzing out about fairies for the past ten minutes!"

"Only ten? What an improvement!"

I gaped in mortification. What sort of crackpot family have I gotten myself into?!

"Now- Loner, was it? - come along and I'll show you your room."

I sighed and moved to follow her. Suddenly the crooked face of my uncle loomed over me, and I jerked backwards.
"So, tell me child, do you have-"
I gulped. This does not bode well.
"FaiRY goD PaREntS? FaiRY gOD PaReNTs? FAirY gOD pARenTS?!"
I blinked, moved around him slowly without answering, and took off running after my grandmother. Note to self: stay away from cray-cray insane uncle.
As I padded soundlessly behind the short, bespectacled woman I began to notice more depressing things about the house. Much of the furniture had been replaced with empty cardboard boxes and the drywall was bare and crumbling; it appeared as though we were well beneath the poverty line. 'Well,' I mused, 'uncle Denzel IS a teacher...'
Finally we came to a stop in front of a simple wooden door. It was only a few inches thick and seemed to be cheaply made; it didn't even have a door knob, just a circle cut into the wood. I sighed as she nudged it open with her foot and stepped inside. From what I could see the room was small and rectangular, with a twin sized wrought-iron bed shoved in the furthest left hand corner and a clunky chest of drawers nestled next to it. There was a chair and a small bookshelf in the bottom left corner, while the door I was standing in took up the entire right side. The only decoration in the room was a crudely braided rug and a hand sewn quilt placed on the bed. I walked inside and sat down on the bed, wincing as I felt the springs in the mattress buckle under me. I shrugged off my backpack and tossed it on the floor.
"I'm making a casserole for supper, but it'll be about an hour. I'll leave you to get situated till then!" Grandma twittered, and I hummed in response as she closed the door behind her. It was silent for a moment, and then I spoke.
"Mauve, you can come out now."
A purple kitten with a tiny floating crown crawled out of my backpack and leaped up onto the bed.
"Hey, this is pretty nice." He said, sitting down and curling his tail neatly around his paws.
"Yeah, it's a far cry from a sleeping bag in the kitchen, that's for sure." I replied, tilting my head. "Why are you a kitten?"
He shrugged and started licking his fur.
"I dunno, I like cats."
"Hmm. Well, be careful. My uncle is a freak and he seems to have a thing for fairies." I commented, patting his head.
"Really?"
"Yeah. He had like, this weird spazz-attack thing and said "fairy godparents" very loudly, over and over again."
"You're right, he IS a freak. Don't worry, Loner, I'll be careful." He promised, nuzzling my hand with his fuzzy purple head.
"You better be!"
"I will! Hey, I know. First order of business- a better mattress! Ooh, and a TV! You'll definitely need curtains for that window..."
I smiled and let him keep talking. There's no harm in letting my godfather pamper me a little, if anything it'll be good for me. I'm not gonna lie though; the fact that my uncle knows of fairy god parents and seems crazy does not sit well with me. I may be 11, but I am far from stupid. I'm gonna be keeping my guard up around him from now on.
"So?" Said Mauve. "Just say the words..."
"Okay." I gave in, smiling. "I wish..."