((sighs) I was writing this chapter, and on a roll, too, but I had to leave, and so I got out of it and I DIDN'T SAVE CHANGES!!!!!!! I'm writing the same thing twice now, and I'm really upset. I'm also in a really depressed mood, so I'm really sorry if it shows in my fic. And I'm sorry if I've offended anyone, or if I'm obnoxious. I don't know if I have, but I feel like I have. But enough feeling sorry for myself! This story will now be even more random than before, because I had a completely weird idea hit me and… well, you'll see! I still own nothing except for Terri, Castle, Charlotte, and… like I said, you'll see!)
"The system of equations is 4x+2y=16 and 13x-y=12, would anyone like to write their answer on the board? Tim, are you listening?"
Tim wasn't really listening. He was trying to calm his pencil (Cosmo) down. "Uh, may I go to the bathroom? I've got diarrhea and-"
"Go!" said his teacher, pointing towards the door.
Tim grabbed Cosmo and his eraser (Wanda) and ran off to the boys' bathroom. He went inside, checked to make sure no one was in there, and locked himself in a stall.
"Timmy, this is a boys' bathroom!" cried Wanda as she and Cosmo turned into fairies. "Are you sure I can be in here?"
"I don't think anyone will really care. And don't call me Timmy," Tim said, rolling his eyes. "Cosmo? Why are you freaking out like you are?"
"I'm sorry, Timmy! I can't help it!" moaned Cosmo. "I just keep thinking about Castle at the school all alone… what if something happens to her? I promised her I'd never let anything bad happen to her-"
"She's not alone," said Tim. "Lots of kids go to that school. Including my sister, who is her best friend."
"Besides," said Wanda, "Castle is six years old. She needs to learn how to be an independent, capable fairy godmother!"
"But…" Cosmo's lower lip quivered.
"Aaw, Wanda, he's doing the lower lip thing," said Tim. "Why don't we just let him go?"
"But he'll blow our secret!" cried Wanda.
"No I won't!"
"If he stays here and continues to be as anxious as he is, then he probably will anyway," pointed out Tim.
Wanda sighed in resignation. "Alright. But Cosmo, once you're done checking on her-and make sure you're disguised as some sort of animal!-go STRAIGHT back to the fishbowl, do you hear?"
"Yes, ma'am!" said Cosmo happily, and with a poof he was gone.
"I just know he's gonna do something stupid," muttered Tim.
Wanda groaned. "Ditto."
***
The elementary school cafeteria buzzed with the jabber of the students. Off in their own, safe little corner, the first graders were eating their lunches.
"I don't know why I feel this way," said Terri. "I just feel like my parents don't really care about me. I mean, if they did, wouldn't they fix me a sack lunch instead of forcing me to eat this cruddy cafeteria food?" She picked some up with her fork and grimaced.
"Do you want some cheese?" Castle held out her hunk of cheese. Terri shook her head politely. "Oh well, more for me," said Castle, taking a big bite out of it and gulping it down with some melted cheese.
A teacher yelled over the noise of the students, "Time for recess!"
All the kids jumped up and went to go outside. Terri got up and looked at Castle. "Are you coming, Cas?"
"I wanna finish this hunk of cheese," said Castle. "I'll meet you out there."
Terri shrugged and followed the rest of the kids outside.
Last year, Terri had usually gone and played ball with the other kids during recess. But today, she just slumped against the wall of the school and sighed. "My parents don't care about me," she moaned. "They care more about Timmy. And Timmy always hogs the computer and the TV… and he's got friends, and my only real friend is Castle…" She threw her arms up in despair. "I'm so depressed!"
***
Meanwhile, in Fairy World…
Jorgen von Strangle, toughest fairy in the universe, was busy doing what he was usually doing-lifting weights. Just then his little messenger fairy came in.
"Uh, sir? We've just had another report of an unhappy child come in-"
"Well, put it with the rest!" cried Jorgen. "You do realize that the waiting list of unhappy children takes up almost two file cabinets!"
"But sir, this one's different! It's Timmy Turner's sister!"
"Hmm, that does make a difference," admitted Jorgen, grabbing his wand staff and poofing… uh, I mean blasting, his weights away. "Turner was one of our most unhappy reports in recent years. And with all the trouble he and his bumbling fairies manage to get into, I'm sure his sister is unhappy as well! Do we have any available fairies for the job?"
"Well, there is…" The fairy stopped. "No, not really."
"There is WHO?" bellowed Jorgen.
The fairy trembled. "Well, sir, we just have a new fairy who showed up, who was missing for more than two thousand years. She doesn't have training, but she isn't really doing anything-"
"Bring her in here!" bellowed Jorgen. "She will be Turner's godmother!"
"Yes sir!" said the fairy, poofing off. Moments later, he and another fairy poofed back in. This new fairy had semi-long brown hair pulled into a half ponytail, colorless gray eyes, and glasses. She wore a red shirt with a wavy seam and sleeves, baggy jeans, and large beige shoes that looked a lot like very small hiking boots.
"You!" said Jorgen, pointing at her. "You are going to be Terri Turner's godmother!"
"What?" cried the new fairy. "I don't have godparent training! Besides, I hate kids. I'm no good with them!"
"Well then, LEARN!" boomed Jorgen. The fairy shut her mouth, but gave him a defiant look.
Jorgen's messenger assistant type fairy poofed up a book. "I'll need your name, please, so we can get you into our records."
"My name's Katie," said the fairy.
The messenger fairy looked at the crown floating above Katie's head. "How did you get that crown?"
"When Jorgen was lifting weights once, he accidentally dropped them and they were about to come crashing down on some poor, week fairy. I pushed him out of the way, and of course, didn't get hit myself. Do you know how much Jorgen's weights are? That was one of his bigger ones, and I heard that a small one fell off of a shelf once and killed someone!"
"That was bad carpentry on the shelf," said Jorgen sheepishly.
"And why were you missing for more than two thousand years?" the fairy asked.
"I have social anxiety disorder, hate people as a whole, although I like individual people, and was bored and wanted to see how humans lived," she said with a shrug. "I couldn't stand being around all these fairies, so I sometimes disguised myself as a human. Usually as different animals, though. Like I said, I hate people."
"Enough of the questions!" cried Jorgen. He pointed his huge wand staff at Katie. "You, puny fairy, go to your godchild NOW!"
BOOM! Katie was blasted off.
***
After Terri had yelled that she was depressed, something really weird happened. Everything around her suddenly stopped. Kids leaping in the air, teachers yelling at the kids, Principal Waxelplax getting caught in another one of Crocker's fairy traps, the leaves rustling in the wind, everything. Stopped.
"What the…" whispered Terri, slowly standing up.
A brown rabbit with colorless gray eyes and glasses suddenly hopped out from behind the tree. As this was the only movement besides Terri, Terri screamed a bit when she saw it. "What the heck is going on here?" Terri cried to the rabbit, because, although it was silly, the rabbit was the only one who could hear her.
The rabbit pulled out a black stick with a yellow star on it, waved it into the air, and POOF! She was suddenly… a fairy!
"I'm Katie! And I'm your social anxiety disorder, obsessed with presidents, FAIRY GODMOTHER!"
"Holy cow!" cried Terri. "…You're obsessed with presidents? What a loser!"
"This relationship is off to a wonderful start," muttered Katie. "This is why I hate kids."
"I'm hallucinating," muttered Terri (AN: She's only six, and she knows that word? She's pretty smart!). "It must've been something in the cafeteria food. I KNEW there was something wrong with that food!"
"You're not hallucinating, watch!" said Katie. And with a wave of her wand, Terri was suddenly taller than the school!
"WHOA!" cried Terri. "Hey, I could crush the school now!"
"You might not want to, though," said Katie. "There's people in there, you know. Don't be killing innocent people."
"So… you're my fairy godmother?" asked Terri as Katie poofed her back to normal size. "What does that mean?"
"It means that I grant anything you wish for, as long as it isn't against Da Rules."
"There's rules?" asked Terri.
"Lots," said Katie. "Da Rules" appeared above them and fell to the ground with a thud. Katie opened it to the first page. "And the number one rule is you can never let anyone know that you have a fairy godparents! Or else I go away forever and you lose all memory of me!"
"Jeez, that's harsh," muttered Terri. "What are the other rules?"
"Well get to them later," said Katie. She looked at Terri's sporty attire. "You're a… tomboy? I mean, you like sports?"
"They're my life!" said Terri.
"Great," muttered Katie. "Sports are one thing that I don't go for."
"Yeah, well, I don't exactly go for presidents myself," Terri snapped back.
Katie looked defensive, but then decided to let it go. "So, I guess I'd better poof all this back to normal and poof myself into a little mouse that you found and want to take home as a pet."
"Uh… okay," said Terri with a shrug.
"That's the ticket!" said Katie. She waved her wand and suddenly Terri was back leaning against the wall, everything was moving again, and a small brown mouse was clasped in her hands.
Castle walked out of the building, licking her fingertips. "Mmm, that was good cheese!" she said. She looked at Katie. "Oooh! You found a pet mouse?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess," said Terri.
Katie discreetly looked at Castle. She had heard about Castle, of course, even though she had only just returned to Fairy World. It was somehow refreshing that fairies were finally regenerating again. Katie was, after all, one of the youngest fairies, even though she was a fully-grown adult at three thousand and one years old.
A bunch of older kids were all gathered around something in the sport field. Castle jumped up and down, trying to see. "What is it?" she asked.
Terri caught a glimpse of it. "It's… a green rabbit!"
Castle's face fell. "Oh no," she moaned.
***
Charlotte sat at home that afternoon, because she was lucky and only had to work mornings. Since the author is a moron and forgot to describe her last chapter, she will now! Charlotte had short blonde hair and large brown eyes. There. Now ya know.
Charlotte was rather strong-willed, and often voiced her opinion. She had a lot in common with her great-great grandfather, the great Theodore Roosevelt. (AN: Yes, I AM obsessed with presidents.) Although certain memories often caused her a great deal of pain…
She thought of her marriage-which hadn't worked out at all. When their daughter Ashley was two years old, they divorced, and Charlotte took back her maiden name. Ashley Roosevelt stayed with her mother most of the time. But about a year ago, when Ashley was five years old…
***
"Come on, Ashley, we're going to be late!" cried Charlotte, pushing Ashley into the car.
"But Mommy!" objected Ashley.
"We're late already, in fact! Buckle your seat belt!" Charlotte turned on the car and drove off to wherever it was they were going. It didn't matter. They never got there.
In Charlotte's hurry, she failed to stop at a stop sign. And there was traffic. Heavy traffic.
Hours later, Charlotte woke up in the hospital. "What happened?" she asked groggily.
"You were in a car accident," said a nurse.
"Oh my God!" cried Charlotte, sitting straight up. "Where's Ashley? Where's my daughter?"
"By the time we got to the scene, it was too late," the nurse said simply.
***
Charlotte sat down the sandwich she had been eating, tears filling her eyes.
(AN: Chapter two is done! Isn't this random? I promise that this will all tie together-uh, I think. I'm kinda making up this story as I go along. Oh yeah, Katie the fairy might look and act just like me minus the wings, wand, and crown, and she might have the same name, but she is NOT the fairy version of me. What gave you that silly idea?… This isn't working. Yes, Katie is indeed the fairy version of me. That was my crazy idea-the fairy version of me should be Terri's godmother!
And just a few stuff: If you wanna see a pic of Katie the fairy... http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/3628286/
And if you wanna see Castle... http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/3613764/
And Terri... http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/4034291/ ...okay, I'm done now. See you at Chapter Three!)
"The system of equations is 4x+2y=16 and 13x-y=12, would anyone like to write their answer on the board? Tim, are you listening?"
Tim wasn't really listening. He was trying to calm his pencil (Cosmo) down. "Uh, may I go to the bathroom? I've got diarrhea and-"
"Go!" said his teacher, pointing towards the door.
Tim grabbed Cosmo and his eraser (Wanda) and ran off to the boys' bathroom. He went inside, checked to make sure no one was in there, and locked himself in a stall.
"Timmy, this is a boys' bathroom!" cried Wanda as she and Cosmo turned into fairies. "Are you sure I can be in here?"
"I don't think anyone will really care. And don't call me Timmy," Tim said, rolling his eyes. "Cosmo? Why are you freaking out like you are?"
"I'm sorry, Timmy! I can't help it!" moaned Cosmo. "I just keep thinking about Castle at the school all alone… what if something happens to her? I promised her I'd never let anything bad happen to her-"
"She's not alone," said Tim. "Lots of kids go to that school. Including my sister, who is her best friend."
"Besides," said Wanda, "Castle is six years old. She needs to learn how to be an independent, capable fairy godmother!"
"But…" Cosmo's lower lip quivered.
"Aaw, Wanda, he's doing the lower lip thing," said Tim. "Why don't we just let him go?"
"But he'll blow our secret!" cried Wanda.
"No I won't!"
"If he stays here and continues to be as anxious as he is, then he probably will anyway," pointed out Tim.
Wanda sighed in resignation. "Alright. But Cosmo, once you're done checking on her-and make sure you're disguised as some sort of animal!-go STRAIGHT back to the fishbowl, do you hear?"
"Yes, ma'am!" said Cosmo happily, and with a poof he was gone.
"I just know he's gonna do something stupid," muttered Tim.
Wanda groaned. "Ditto."
***
The elementary school cafeteria buzzed with the jabber of the students. Off in their own, safe little corner, the first graders were eating their lunches.
"I don't know why I feel this way," said Terri. "I just feel like my parents don't really care about me. I mean, if they did, wouldn't they fix me a sack lunch instead of forcing me to eat this cruddy cafeteria food?" She picked some up with her fork and grimaced.
"Do you want some cheese?" Castle held out her hunk of cheese. Terri shook her head politely. "Oh well, more for me," said Castle, taking a big bite out of it and gulping it down with some melted cheese.
A teacher yelled over the noise of the students, "Time for recess!"
All the kids jumped up and went to go outside. Terri got up and looked at Castle. "Are you coming, Cas?"
"I wanna finish this hunk of cheese," said Castle. "I'll meet you out there."
Terri shrugged and followed the rest of the kids outside.
Last year, Terri had usually gone and played ball with the other kids during recess. But today, she just slumped against the wall of the school and sighed. "My parents don't care about me," she moaned. "They care more about Timmy. And Timmy always hogs the computer and the TV… and he's got friends, and my only real friend is Castle…" She threw her arms up in despair. "I'm so depressed!"
***
Meanwhile, in Fairy World…
Jorgen von Strangle, toughest fairy in the universe, was busy doing what he was usually doing-lifting weights. Just then his little messenger fairy came in.
"Uh, sir? We've just had another report of an unhappy child come in-"
"Well, put it with the rest!" cried Jorgen. "You do realize that the waiting list of unhappy children takes up almost two file cabinets!"
"But sir, this one's different! It's Timmy Turner's sister!"
"Hmm, that does make a difference," admitted Jorgen, grabbing his wand staff and poofing… uh, I mean blasting, his weights away. "Turner was one of our most unhappy reports in recent years. And with all the trouble he and his bumbling fairies manage to get into, I'm sure his sister is unhappy as well! Do we have any available fairies for the job?"
"Well, there is…" The fairy stopped. "No, not really."
"There is WHO?" bellowed Jorgen.
The fairy trembled. "Well, sir, we just have a new fairy who showed up, who was missing for more than two thousand years. She doesn't have training, but she isn't really doing anything-"
"Bring her in here!" bellowed Jorgen. "She will be Turner's godmother!"
"Yes sir!" said the fairy, poofing off. Moments later, he and another fairy poofed back in. This new fairy had semi-long brown hair pulled into a half ponytail, colorless gray eyes, and glasses. She wore a red shirt with a wavy seam and sleeves, baggy jeans, and large beige shoes that looked a lot like very small hiking boots.
"You!" said Jorgen, pointing at her. "You are going to be Terri Turner's godmother!"
"What?" cried the new fairy. "I don't have godparent training! Besides, I hate kids. I'm no good with them!"
"Well then, LEARN!" boomed Jorgen. The fairy shut her mouth, but gave him a defiant look.
Jorgen's messenger assistant type fairy poofed up a book. "I'll need your name, please, so we can get you into our records."
"My name's Katie," said the fairy.
The messenger fairy looked at the crown floating above Katie's head. "How did you get that crown?"
"When Jorgen was lifting weights once, he accidentally dropped them and they were about to come crashing down on some poor, week fairy. I pushed him out of the way, and of course, didn't get hit myself. Do you know how much Jorgen's weights are? That was one of his bigger ones, and I heard that a small one fell off of a shelf once and killed someone!"
"That was bad carpentry on the shelf," said Jorgen sheepishly.
"And why were you missing for more than two thousand years?" the fairy asked.
"I have social anxiety disorder, hate people as a whole, although I like individual people, and was bored and wanted to see how humans lived," she said with a shrug. "I couldn't stand being around all these fairies, so I sometimes disguised myself as a human. Usually as different animals, though. Like I said, I hate people."
"Enough of the questions!" cried Jorgen. He pointed his huge wand staff at Katie. "You, puny fairy, go to your godchild NOW!"
BOOM! Katie was blasted off.
***
After Terri had yelled that she was depressed, something really weird happened. Everything around her suddenly stopped. Kids leaping in the air, teachers yelling at the kids, Principal Waxelplax getting caught in another one of Crocker's fairy traps, the leaves rustling in the wind, everything. Stopped.
"What the…" whispered Terri, slowly standing up.
A brown rabbit with colorless gray eyes and glasses suddenly hopped out from behind the tree. As this was the only movement besides Terri, Terri screamed a bit when she saw it. "What the heck is going on here?" Terri cried to the rabbit, because, although it was silly, the rabbit was the only one who could hear her.
The rabbit pulled out a black stick with a yellow star on it, waved it into the air, and POOF! She was suddenly… a fairy!
"I'm Katie! And I'm your social anxiety disorder, obsessed with presidents, FAIRY GODMOTHER!"
"Holy cow!" cried Terri. "…You're obsessed with presidents? What a loser!"
"This relationship is off to a wonderful start," muttered Katie. "This is why I hate kids."
"I'm hallucinating," muttered Terri (AN: She's only six, and she knows that word? She's pretty smart!). "It must've been something in the cafeteria food. I KNEW there was something wrong with that food!"
"You're not hallucinating, watch!" said Katie. And with a wave of her wand, Terri was suddenly taller than the school!
"WHOA!" cried Terri. "Hey, I could crush the school now!"
"You might not want to, though," said Katie. "There's people in there, you know. Don't be killing innocent people."
"So… you're my fairy godmother?" asked Terri as Katie poofed her back to normal size. "What does that mean?"
"It means that I grant anything you wish for, as long as it isn't against Da Rules."
"There's rules?" asked Terri.
"Lots," said Katie. "Da Rules" appeared above them and fell to the ground with a thud. Katie opened it to the first page. "And the number one rule is you can never let anyone know that you have a fairy godparents! Or else I go away forever and you lose all memory of me!"
"Jeez, that's harsh," muttered Terri. "What are the other rules?"
"Well get to them later," said Katie. She looked at Terri's sporty attire. "You're a… tomboy? I mean, you like sports?"
"They're my life!" said Terri.
"Great," muttered Katie. "Sports are one thing that I don't go for."
"Yeah, well, I don't exactly go for presidents myself," Terri snapped back.
Katie looked defensive, but then decided to let it go. "So, I guess I'd better poof all this back to normal and poof myself into a little mouse that you found and want to take home as a pet."
"Uh… okay," said Terri with a shrug.
"That's the ticket!" said Katie. She waved her wand and suddenly Terri was back leaning against the wall, everything was moving again, and a small brown mouse was clasped in her hands.
Castle walked out of the building, licking her fingertips. "Mmm, that was good cheese!" she said. She looked at Katie. "Oooh! You found a pet mouse?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess," said Terri.
Katie discreetly looked at Castle. She had heard about Castle, of course, even though she had only just returned to Fairy World. It was somehow refreshing that fairies were finally regenerating again. Katie was, after all, one of the youngest fairies, even though she was a fully-grown adult at three thousand and one years old.
A bunch of older kids were all gathered around something in the sport field. Castle jumped up and down, trying to see. "What is it?" she asked.
Terri caught a glimpse of it. "It's… a green rabbit!"
Castle's face fell. "Oh no," she moaned.
***
Charlotte sat at home that afternoon, because she was lucky and only had to work mornings. Since the author is a moron and forgot to describe her last chapter, she will now! Charlotte had short blonde hair and large brown eyes. There. Now ya know.
Charlotte was rather strong-willed, and often voiced her opinion. She had a lot in common with her great-great grandfather, the great Theodore Roosevelt. (AN: Yes, I AM obsessed with presidents.) Although certain memories often caused her a great deal of pain…
She thought of her marriage-which hadn't worked out at all. When their daughter Ashley was two years old, they divorced, and Charlotte took back her maiden name. Ashley Roosevelt stayed with her mother most of the time. But about a year ago, when Ashley was five years old…
***
"Come on, Ashley, we're going to be late!" cried Charlotte, pushing Ashley into the car.
"But Mommy!" objected Ashley.
"We're late already, in fact! Buckle your seat belt!" Charlotte turned on the car and drove off to wherever it was they were going. It didn't matter. They never got there.
In Charlotte's hurry, she failed to stop at a stop sign. And there was traffic. Heavy traffic.
Hours later, Charlotte woke up in the hospital. "What happened?" she asked groggily.
"You were in a car accident," said a nurse.
"Oh my God!" cried Charlotte, sitting straight up. "Where's Ashley? Where's my daughter?"
"By the time we got to the scene, it was too late," the nurse said simply.
***
Charlotte sat down the sandwich she had been eating, tears filling her eyes.
(AN: Chapter two is done! Isn't this random? I promise that this will all tie together-uh, I think. I'm kinda making up this story as I go along. Oh yeah, Katie the fairy might look and act just like me minus the wings, wand, and crown, and she might have the same name, but she is NOT the fairy version of me. What gave you that silly idea?… This isn't working. Yes, Katie is indeed the fairy version of me. That was my crazy idea-the fairy version of me should be Terri's godmother!
And just a few stuff: If you wanna see a pic of Katie the fairy... http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/3628286/
And if you wanna see Castle... http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/3613764/
And Terri... http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/4034291/ ...okay, I'm done now. See you at Chapter Three!)
