(Author's Note)

Guess what? I still do not own Fairly Odd Parents, or any of the characters... what a shocker right? Nick told me... I just don't have enough money to buy them... so I guess I still don't own them. Shoot. Anyways, on with the show... errr fiction. Story? Leaflet? Meh you decide what it is, either way, enjoy.

Okay, lets start off like this. I'm mean to my characters. You'll hardly find a fiction I've written that doesn't involve a character having major emotional pain, or ending up in a hospital due to attempted suicide, or accident. I enjoy writing fluff, so don't think this is all going to be downs. I firmly believe that fluff is better enjoyed after hardship. It's appreciated more. I will not hand my character's happy endings... they will earn them, and be better for it.

Ever hear the term, "Learning the value of a dollar."? Well that's earning you're money, so you better understand it's value. My character Learn the Value of Feels... you will see, because the roller coaster starts here, have your tickets ready.

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(Veronica's PoV)

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That afternoon night Timmy had stayed for dinner. At first she didn't want him to stay but he kept pestering her. After a while she decided that it would be easier to order a pizza and get it over with quickly. It had been awkward waiting for the pizza, and even more so after it came. The conversation they had been having before him staying for dinner was brought up, now forgotten. Veronica was having a hard time thinking up a conversation, so for the first slice and a half of pizza they remained silent. It had been awkward enough, that she hadn't really noticed that her and Timmy were sitting next to each other on the couch. She stared at the T.V., not really paying attention to it.

"So... is this what you've been doing while out of school?" she jumped at the sound of his voice, then just looked at him an shrugged.

"Not really... Mostly I stay in my room. Less Teresa has to clean."

"Teresa?"

"Oh she's the maid my parents have come once a week." She looked down at her plate, she felt a little embarrassed at the fact that they had someone come and clean the house. It just made her feel so different from most of the others in her school. Even if Trixie hadn't blacklisted her, she wouldn't have felt as though she fit in with them.

"Oh, well Trixie or any of the others... none of them care about that." Timmy seemed to think for a moment, before continuing. "I think... I don't even think they -know- people actually clean up after them... they might think it just happens. And even if they did, they sure wouldn't know their names."

"Maybe not... They don't really care how something is done... only that it gets done and they don't have to do it." It was true, wasn't that why she had parted from Trixie in the first place? None of them even cared about anything other than themselves. They only really care about their friends to the point where it affects them. Like With Trixie and her. Veronica had to be pretty, had to dress nice, but never was she allowed to out shine Trixie. But there was also a standard. She wasn't allowed to speak to anyone that Trixie had deemed unpopular... and loving a boy, that Trixie deemed one of the most unpopular boys... that was unheard of.

"Hey..." Timmy looked at his watch and his face scrunched up a bit. "Look I have to get back to the house... my parents might go nuts."

"Is that what time it is?" she asked looking at the clock on the wall... it was almost midnight.

"You going to school tomorrow?"

"I don't know."

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The first couple of classes of the day were simple enough... though she was tired. She hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and it was starting to weigh on her. It seemed no one but Timmy even noticed she hadn't been in school. The teachers had even been marking her present on the attendance... it was painfully true to her now that no one really paid attention to her. Except Timmy... and even then she wondered if it still might all be a trick... it just seemed too good to be true and when something seemed too good to be true... it usually was.

At lunch she half expected Timmy to come to her usual table... which wouldn't have been so bad. However he never came to her table. She looked up to the popular table... he wasn't there either. She scanned the lunchroom until she noticed him. He was siting with his old friends. If she remembered right, Chester, A.J., and Tootie... the other girl with a massive crush on Timmy... or had one. She didn't really pay attention to her... or anyone. So she wasn't sure if Tootie still had a crush on Timmy or not.

"Well well well, look what's back." Veronica sighed and rolled her eyes, then looked towards Trixie... she knew it was her... no one else could mimic that fake voice.

"What do you want?" Veronica didn't really feel like this. While she hadn't been happy... it had been nice at home alone... not dealing with the petty workings of this little... tramp.

"I could have sworn I warned you off my boyfriend. Just because he's a little mad at me... doesn't mean I want him slumming." Veronica wasn't going to let her get to her with the term 'slumming' Trixie knew as well as she did, that Veronica's family had just as much money as hers... except her family wasn't wasteful gluttons.

"Well he came over to my place on his own. Maybe he's found out about your time with Tad... or was it Chad... no wait. I think it was both of them." Veronica smirked at the way Trixie's face twisted. And they way her little group gasped looking at her.

"Lies! Just lies this piece of trash is spreading. When the true story... is her... I know things Veronica... remember? You don't want to play this game," Trixie smirked... Veronica shook her head, there was no way even Trixie would. She'd told Trixie that in confidence long ago... even she had lines she wouldn't cross... didn't she?

"You wouldn't." Veronica tried to make her voice sound as threatening as she could.

"Oh but I would... and he'll never want to touch you again... little whore." Veronica felt her leg shaking under the table from anger... she wouldn't... couldn't. Even she didn't think Trixie was -that- evil.

"You... bitch..." it came out louder than she expected, enough so the people around them quieted, which made the others stop to see what was going on. It was almost a repeat of a few years ago.

"Well I might be a bitch..." Trixie smirked, and Veronica's heart dropped. No no no... don't... Please don't. "but at least I never spread my legs for my uncle."

Murmuring... whispering... sounds of gagging. Veronica had told Trixie back when they had first met. About what her uncle had done to her... and about how he was in jail for it. She needed to tell someone. Needed a friend to listen to her... If she had of known Trixie back then, like she knew her now, it was something that she wouldn't have told the other girl. But since Trixie had never brought it up since the falling out... she assumed that she'd either forgotten, or wouldn't stoop that low. Looks like Trixie was saving it for when she had nothing else.

Veronica looked around the lunchroom... accusing eyes. Disgusted looks. Finally her eyes found Timmy, and he was glaring. But she couldn't tell who at... he was just looking this way. Then something inside of her snapped... one minute she was sitting there in her chair wondering what she could do. And the next she was dragging Trixie by her hair out of the lunchroom. Down the hallway, with most of the lunch room following her. Trixie was kicking and screaming as she was dragged across the floor. She dragged her into the nearest girl's room and closed the door behind her.

"You know that's not what happened." She let go of Trixie, standing between her and the door. Her mind was frantic... she wasn't sure what she'd do next.

"No one will care. They'll all think you're just some two-bit whore, that services your family."

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She was walking home... she didn't even remember what happened. Last thing she remembered she was in the bathroom with Trixie... and she said... Veronica stopped walking trying to think. She realized that her mouth hurt... her wrists were bruised... what had happened? There was no wait Trixie did this to her... then the physical pain she felt was replaced by something else.

How could she just betray me like that, she wondered. She felt something building inside of her, she started towards her home... at least she had been going the right way. The tears that were refusing to stop make her vision blurry, but she refused to stop. She started running when she heard someone from behind her calling her name. She couldn't stop...

"Veronica, stop." the voice was still a good distance behind her... she could see her house. She was almost there, just a bit farther... She tripped on something, she didn't know what it was, didn't care what it was. The best she could do was land on the grass. She had scraped her knee on the sidewalk... but at least it wasn't her face, she thought as she tried getting back up. The force building inside her was getting stronger... stronger. Until it burst from her, in the form of a gut-wrenching sob, drowning in sorrow and hatred.

"Veronica..." The voice had caught up with her, a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't touch me... not again, don't touch me." She didn't know where she was... was she still on the sidewalk? Or in -that- room with -him- again? NO she wouldn't let him touch her again.

"It's me... Veronica..." she looked up and she was back on the ground... "Do you know who I am?"

"You're... that Tootie girl." The raven haired girl nodded, her pigtails moving around.

"That's right. Come on let's get you up." If Tootie was here... the Timmy... she stood up and saw Timmy and his friends not far behind Tootie, just staring at her. No she didn't want Timmy to look at her... she couldn't... she didn't want him to judge her.

"Not him... I need to go home, alone. I didn't do it..." She sobbed, but was unable to get her legs to do what she wanted them to. Instead all she could do was cover her face in shame. "Don't look at me..."

"Timmy, you guys... uh... just go away... I'll help her home." Tootie helped her home, she didn't even bother asking Tootie if she knew where she lived. "I'll call you Timmy... I'll let you know."

"I-I don't w-want him to know." Veronica whispered as she was lead back home. He couldn't know what happened... he wouldn't even be her friend anymore if he knew. And she sobbed into this girls shoulder... this girl she had always saw as a rival... because she knew.. he already knew.

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"Where are your parents?" Tootie asked her after sitting her down on the couch, and finding the first-aid kit.

"Who knows." Veronica shrugged. She really didn't know. Could be Paris, or England... or another house somewhere that her parents had bought. They could be anywhere... but she knew they weren't here. Hardly ever here. She remembered when she still followed Trixie... all the other girls saying. 'Oh I wish I had your life.' 'I wish I lived like you did.' 'You are so lucky.' Little did they know, she thought -they- were lucky. She'd have given up everything she owned just to have a family that cared.

"You mean they are like... working or something?" Veronica scoffed.

"More like overseas somewhere." her voice sounded a bitter as she felt... no one cared... and he never would now. She started sobbing again, knowing that the boy she loved... did love... still loved? It didn't matter anymore he would always see her as not pure, and garbage.

"It'll be alright..." Tootie said wiping her face, then cleaning scratches on her face. Had be be scratches or cuts... because they hurt. She wished she knew what happened.

"We tried to help... but we didn't get there in time... Trixie's little gang stopped us from helping you..." then Tootie's voice turned bitter, "To think she needed three other girls to help her. What a whimp... and even then... you still walk away. What was she talking about anyways?"

"It was nothing... what's the point... everyone will know by tomorrow anyways." she muttered and started going into the story about what happened. She had to stop several times... knowing that everyone in school would know what happened to her... but thinking that she... that it was... It didn't matter. Not anymore.

"That bitch!" Tootie took out her phone, and Veronica grabbed it.

"No! You can't tell him..."

"Tell who?" Tootie looked at her curiously.

"Timmy... he'll know soon enough... I just don't want him to know... I don't want him to look at me and see..."

"You like him? Don't worry I got over him when he started sticking his tongue down the monster's throat. Still cute though... but I find myself... well lets just say, he doesn't have the right plumbing." Tootie gave a weird little smirk.

"So you're... I mean there's nothing wrong with that... I just didn't..." Tootie liked girls, well it kinda made sense... she did hang around guys all the time. And never seemed to care when they stared at the girls... Maybe she stared and made crude jokes too.

"Timmy needs to know the truth though. He does need to know."