No touchy mine
Smilie smilie or go to hell!
Disclaimer: I do not own fairly odd parents! But I do own Celeste!
Basic info: this story will have Timmy and A.J and all of them but Chester
and Celeste will be in it for most of the time. After all it is a romance
story between them! (DUH!) Oh, and everyone is 16! With drivers licenses!
And I have some made up stuff, I mean if there are fairies there are other
people with powers right?
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I stood outside the door of my new homeroom class at my new school. I wasn't used to moving, unlike many kids I had met back at my old school in London. So many of them had fathers in the navy or army and were relocated so often the thought of how hard it must be for them to make friends scared me.
My Momma had been the number one lawyer in England. I say 'had been' because she had died years ago. She died the day I was born, when I was just two hours old. As a result Daddy blames me for killing his Samantha, and blames me for every little thing that goes wrong.
I fidgeted with my skirt again. The tight short denim made it hard for me to move my legs. My top wasn't as bad it was a simple white tank top with a kitty and a speech bubble that said ' paws off.' In my bellybutton glinted a sold gold and diamond barbell. My ears were pierced three times in the ear lobes and once on each side at the top. In the small of my back was the Japanese symbol for heavenly, the meaning of my name, Celeste.
Dimmsdale, urgh, just the name made it sound like the sticks. Yet it was an actual city, with skyscrapers and everything. Though I doubt anyone would attempt to get a record deal, or movie audition here. My father and little sister both agreed when I told them.
This morning before we left for school Daddy warned us we must make sure no one notices our secret. The family secret we have had to hide since the Salem witch trials. Of course it's the secret of our powers. Magical transportation, levitation, spells and visions, I had born with them, and my older sister Sarah too, Daddy as well, but it could be a burden. Even if we won't get burnt at the stake for it, if a human discovers us we would instantly become social rejects.
Not exactly a warm hug. The door I was leaning against swung open and I nearly fell into the room. The man who had opened it was hunched backed with rotted teeth and nearly no hair. He was the kind of person you avoided on the street, and hid from, the kind of person who sat in corners rocking back and forth muttering about gnomes and fairies. Heh, fairies! Who ever heard of such a thing?
"Miss Stroumboulopoulos." The hunchback who, obviously, was the teacher said. "Why don't you introduce yourself to your new classmates."
"Er...hi." I mumbled walking in and waving. I flicked my honey colored hair behind my shoulders and narrowed my lime eyes slightly. The girls glared jealously at me, and the obviously popular bitch, head cheerleader, watched with interest. Great another year, more time being tormented by the popular crowd. They annoyed me more then any thing.
Next I noticed a boy at the back. His hair was blond and his eyes were emerald green. His clothes didn't seem all that expensive, but he was pretty hot. His perfectly straight teeth suggested he had once worn braces, or was born really lucky. I sent him an award-winning smile then started talking again.
"I was born in England...and uh...I have a complicated last name?" I continued. "Yeah...OK...I'm a Britney Spears Fan and have a strange unnatural fear of the leprechaun on the lucky charms box."
"ME TOO!" The boy I had noticed cried out as the bell rang.
I left as quickly as I could. My first class of the day would be science, my very worst class of all. The boy from homeroom walked up to me.
"So, what's your first class," he asked. Now that he was close up I could see just how pretty his eyes were. He stood maybe 6 inches taller then me and seemed a little nervous.
"Depends who wants to know." I replied smiling again.
"Chester Mcbadbat at your service my lady." I giggled and rolled my eyes.
"Science."
"Me too. Mr. Frost teaches it. He's easily distracted so it's not too hard to get him off track."
"Cool...so...um..."
"HI Timmy! Hey A.J" Chester yelled at a boy who was about the same height as him with brown hair and blue eyes. On his head was a pink hat, pink. He had buckteeth as well and seemed a little too cheerful. Next to pink hat boy was a black boy who looked like a young 50 cent.
"Who's she?" The one in the pink hat asked.
"Celeste." Cheater replied.
"Hi." I said waving slightly. Both boys looked surprised at my accent, and my teeth. Apparently Americans believe the British have awful teeth, not one person I knew back in England did and my teeth were identical to Britney Spears's. The scary almost unnatural white color I had practically been born with was a dentists dream.
"I'm Timmy." Pink hat boy told me smiling softly. He carried a green notebook and pink pencil, two of my favorite colors.
"And I'm A.J." The other said, introducing him self. "Do you mind if we talk to Chester for a second, about guy stuff?"
"No not at all." I replied. They moved away but I could still hear what they were saying quite clearly.
"Chester, you don't like her do you?" A.J demanded his eyes widening.
"Maybe a bit. She's so pretty, and so far her attitude is a lot like mine. She's even scared of the leprechaun on the lucky charms box."
"BUT CHESTER!" Timmy exclaimed and glanced at me. "She's one of them. She will fit in with Trixie, Veronica, and the other cheerleaders. She won't date you when jocks start to hit on her! You know how discriminative her kind is! Our whole lives Chad and Tad have called you lower middle class, she's obviously a 'pure blue blood' like them."
"TIMMY! Not everyone is alike, she glared daggers at Trixie Tang, and her eyes gave me the once over when she first spotted me, and she smiled at me like I was the King of England!
"Besides! Look at her, she's to simple to be harsh!" I had been fidgeting with my hair like I always do when I start to get twitchy.
"Hi." I turned around to see the Asian girl, Trixie, who I had glared daggers at. She was pretty but she could never be a model, her complexion was only near perfect, and she had a tiny bit of fat, only the amount a trained eye would notice. I had modeled swimsuits and fashion in England, I knew how hard it was to become a model, she wouldn't have a chance.
Modeling wasn't what I wanted to do; I wanted to be a singer/dancer/actress. To be a holy wood star was my biggest dream. To work by Orlando Blooms side, to see my face on billboards, and to have a chart topper. I craved stardom more then I craved any food, perhaps because it was the only thing I was actually better then everyone at.
Except or one thing, writing. On the side of that I wanted to write romance novels. Not mushy shit where everyone is always happy and making out, where love comes as quickly as it goes. A novel where the character gets one chance a true love, where the girl acts like a real girl has real feelings, and where all the main characters aren't miss America pretty and where everyone else isn't butt ugly.
"Hi." I replied calming myself, or at least making myself look it. When she opened her mouth and spoke I wanted to open my mouth and put a gun in it.
"A word of advisement." She started just as I thought she would. They all were like that. A crowd of popular and medium popular people began to surround us, the three boys included. "Don't hang around with riff raff like Mcbadbat, Turner, and what ever the hell his name is. There is a spot for you in the group, the 'special club' late night parties, all the boys, and fun, fun, fun. I could teach you to be more like me. You could become my best friend ever. You could learn to be just like me! Wouldn't that be the best?"
My eye narrowed and I had the strongest urge to bitch slap her, but that would make the boys start to call out bitch fight. Which for some odd unexplainable reason is entertainment for them. "Tang, if everyone were like you, I would hang myself." I retorted coolly smirking at her.
He face twisted then within seconds it was back to normal and just as coolly as I had she said, "Sorry, I don't fight with ugly people they have nothing to lose."
I laughed slightly and my smirk widened into a sneer. "Can't think of an insult so you have to steal one from MSN nick name? Pathetic. You know I thought you couldn't get much lower then being a fat butt slut, but obviously you have. I mean come on? Who wear purple eyes shadow in FALL purple is a spring color, you butt hole."
This time she could control her emotions he eyes widened in shock and I thought they were going to fall out of their sockets. It was funny, how I could piss her off without ever getting anger, just annoyed.
"What now?" I demanded rolling my eyes. "Are you going to threaten to make my life hell? To late, harsh reality already has." I snapped and stalked off to science class. **************************************************************
( How do you like my first chapter?
I stood outside the door of my new homeroom class at my new school. I wasn't used to moving, unlike many kids I had met back at my old school in London. So many of them had fathers in the navy or army and were relocated so often the thought of how hard it must be for them to make friends scared me.
My Momma had been the number one lawyer in England. I say 'had been' because she had died years ago. She died the day I was born, when I was just two hours old. As a result Daddy blames me for killing his Samantha, and blames me for every little thing that goes wrong.
I fidgeted with my skirt again. The tight short denim made it hard for me to move my legs. My top wasn't as bad it was a simple white tank top with a kitty and a speech bubble that said ' paws off.' In my bellybutton glinted a sold gold and diamond barbell. My ears were pierced three times in the ear lobes and once on each side at the top. In the small of my back was the Japanese symbol for heavenly, the meaning of my name, Celeste.
Dimmsdale, urgh, just the name made it sound like the sticks. Yet it was an actual city, with skyscrapers and everything. Though I doubt anyone would attempt to get a record deal, or movie audition here. My father and little sister both agreed when I told them.
This morning before we left for school Daddy warned us we must make sure no one notices our secret. The family secret we have had to hide since the Salem witch trials. Of course it's the secret of our powers. Magical transportation, levitation, spells and visions, I had born with them, and my older sister Sarah too, Daddy as well, but it could be a burden. Even if we won't get burnt at the stake for it, if a human discovers us we would instantly become social rejects.
Not exactly a warm hug. The door I was leaning against swung open and I nearly fell into the room. The man who had opened it was hunched backed with rotted teeth and nearly no hair. He was the kind of person you avoided on the street, and hid from, the kind of person who sat in corners rocking back and forth muttering about gnomes and fairies. Heh, fairies! Who ever heard of such a thing?
"Miss Stroumboulopoulos." The hunchback who, obviously, was the teacher said. "Why don't you introduce yourself to your new classmates."
"Er...hi." I mumbled walking in and waving. I flicked my honey colored hair behind my shoulders and narrowed my lime eyes slightly. The girls glared jealously at me, and the obviously popular bitch, head cheerleader, watched with interest. Great another year, more time being tormented by the popular crowd. They annoyed me more then any thing.
Next I noticed a boy at the back. His hair was blond and his eyes were emerald green. His clothes didn't seem all that expensive, but he was pretty hot. His perfectly straight teeth suggested he had once worn braces, or was born really lucky. I sent him an award-winning smile then started talking again.
"I was born in England...and uh...I have a complicated last name?" I continued. "Yeah...OK...I'm a Britney Spears Fan and have a strange unnatural fear of the leprechaun on the lucky charms box."
"ME TOO!" The boy I had noticed cried out as the bell rang.
I left as quickly as I could. My first class of the day would be science, my very worst class of all. The boy from homeroom walked up to me.
"So, what's your first class," he asked. Now that he was close up I could see just how pretty his eyes were. He stood maybe 6 inches taller then me and seemed a little nervous.
"Depends who wants to know." I replied smiling again.
"Chester Mcbadbat at your service my lady." I giggled and rolled my eyes.
"Science."
"Me too. Mr. Frost teaches it. He's easily distracted so it's not too hard to get him off track."
"Cool...so...um..."
"HI Timmy! Hey A.J" Chester yelled at a boy who was about the same height as him with brown hair and blue eyes. On his head was a pink hat, pink. He had buckteeth as well and seemed a little too cheerful. Next to pink hat boy was a black boy who looked like a young 50 cent.
"Who's she?" The one in the pink hat asked.
"Celeste." Cheater replied.
"Hi." I said waving slightly. Both boys looked surprised at my accent, and my teeth. Apparently Americans believe the British have awful teeth, not one person I knew back in England did and my teeth were identical to Britney Spears's. The scary almost unnatural white color I had practically been born with was a dentists dream.
"I'm Timmy." Pink hat boy told me smiling softly. He carried a green notebook and pink pencil, two of my favorite colors.
"And I'm A.J." The other said, introducing him self. "Do you mind if we talk to Chester for a second, about guy stuff?"
"No not at all." I replied. They moved away but I could still hear what they were saying quite clearly.
"Chester, you don't like her do you?" A.J demanded his eyes widening.
"Maybe a bit. She's so pretty, and so far her attitude is a lot like mine. She's even scared of the leprechaun on the lucky charms box."
"BUT CHESTER!" Timmy exclaimed and glanced at me. "She's one of them. She will fit in with Trixie, Veronica, and the other cheerleaders. She won't date you when jocks start to hit on her! You know how discriminative her kind is! Our whole lives Chad and Tad have called you lower middle class, she's obviously a 'pure blue blood' like them."
"TIMMY! Not everyone is alike, she glared daggers at Trixie Tang, and her eyes gave me the once over when she first spotted me, and she smiled at me like I was the King of England!
"Besides! Look at her, she's to simple to be harsh!" I had been fidgeting with my hair like I always do when I start to get twitchy.
"Hi." I turned around to see the Asian girl, Trixie, who I had glared daggers at. She was pretty but she could never be a model, her complexion was only near perfect, and she had a tiny bit of fat, only the amount a trained eye would notice. I had modeled swimsuits and fashion in England, I knew how hard it was to become a model, she wouldn't have a chance.
Modeling wasn't what I wanted to do; I wanted to be a singer/dancer/actress. To be a holy wood star was my biggest dream. To work by Orlando Blooms side, to see my face on billboards, and to have a chart topper. I craved stardom more then I craved any food, perhaps because it was the only thing I was actually better then everyone at.
Except or one thing, writing. On the side of that I wanted to write romance novels. Not mushy shit where everyone is always happy and making out, where love comes as quickly as it goes. A novel where the character gets one chance a true love, where the girl acts like a real girl has real feelings, and where all the main characters aren't miss America pretty and where everyone else isn't butt ugly.
"Hi." I replied calming myself, or at least making myself look it. When she opened her mouth and spoke I wanted to open my mouth and put a gun in it.
"A word of advisement." She started just as I thought she would. They all were like that. A crowd of popular and medium popular people began to surround us, the three boys included. "Don't hang around with riff raff like Mcbadbat, Turner, and what ever the hell his name is. There is a spot for you in the group, the 'special club' late night parties, all the boys, and fun, fun, fun. I could teach you to be more like me. You could become my best friend ever. You could learn to be just like me! Wouldn't that be the best?"
My eye narrowed and I had the strongest urge to bitch slap her, but that would make the boys start to call out bitch fight. Which for some odd unexplainable reason is entertainment for them. "Tang, if everyone were like you, I would hang myself." I retorted coolly smirking at her.
He face twisted then within seconds it was back to normal and just as coolly as I had she said, "Sorry, I don't fight with ugly people they have nothing to lose."
I laughed slightly and my smirk widened into a sneer. "Can't think of an insult so you have to steal one from MSN nick name? Pathetic. You know I thought you couldn't get much lower then being a fat butt slut, but obviously you have. I mean come on? Who wear purple eyes shadow in FALL purple is a spring color, you butt hole."
This time she could control her emotions he eyes widened in shock and I thought they were going to fall out of their sockets. It was funny, how I could piss her off without ever getting anger, just annoyed.
"What now?" I demanded rolling my eyes. "Are you going to threaten to make my life hell? To late, harsh reality already has." I snapped and stalked off to science class. **************************************************************
( How do you like my first chapter?