Chapter Four
The next day was Sunday, but Timmy and Mrs. Daniels didn't go to get his belongings until Monday.
Miss Kelly's car slowly stopped, and parked in front of the Turner residence. "Would you like me to go with you?" She asked the teen.
Timmy shook his head, "No thanks… I'll only be a few minutes." The brown-haired boy left the car, and walked up the path to his home's front door. He took out the spare key from his pocket and gently placed it in the lock. After hearing the click, he took the key out and slowly turned the doorknob.
The boy walked inside and felt a feeling of nostalgia wash over him. His fairies sensed the change in emotion, and poofed next to him. Without a word, Timmy walked up the stairs, knowing it'd be the last time he ever would. As he walked, he noticed every single picture of him and his parents on the wall. Each picture had a happy moment, or something funny. Timmy sighed, but continued the trek up the stairs. He passed by him parents' room, and walked into his. He pulled out his suitcase, and Wanda held up her wand. The star at the end glowed a brilliant yellow as the clothes in Timmy's closet started to pack by their selves.
"I packed the stuff in your bathroom, too," Wanda told Timmy, who sent Cosmo to get the bag. He flew in the bedroom carrying the bag, and looking accomplished for being able to help.
"Thanks. I wish my computer, TV, and games were…well I don't know where they should go…" Timmy debated. Cosmo and Wanda swished their wands and the items poofed away.
"Don't worry, Timmy. They'll be safe at our house," Wanda promised. The teen nodded, and then grabbed the fishbowl sitting on his night stand. They all took one last look around room, and walked back out with Timmy's suit case in tow. When they came back to his parents' bedroom, Timmy stopped and looked at the shut door.
"I'm sorry guys… I just can't go in there," He told his godparents. Wanda placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay Timmy." Wanda took her hand off her godson's shoulder, and flew down the stairs. She was floating in the middle of the stairway, and grabbed a picture off the wall. "Here, take this."
Timmy looked at the picture his godmother handed him. It was a picture of his mom and dad, and they each had a hand on his shoulders. In Timmy's arms, were his fish bowl which held his three "fish," Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof. This picture seemed to have been taken when he was twelve. Timmy looked at all their smiles, and he smiled back.
"Thanks Wanda," Timmy whispered sincerely, "Come on guys. Let's go." And the three fairies transformed into fish so they could leave the Turner house forever.
Author's Note: Very sad (and short) chapter… I like to think of Wanda as being very stable and nurturing for Timmy. Cosmo tries to help, but he's just not a quick thinker like Wanda.