A/N don't own, blah blah blah...Ooo! And I'm trying to make this accurate to the times, which, assuming when Denzel lost his fairies he was 10, started school at age six and he was ten in '69, would make it late 1964, correct? And I like the thought of Cosmo and Wanda as hippies (drugs and all) and they're closer, so deal with it. Thank you! R&R
The day dawned and in some obscure part of the town a cock crowed. In the small drab room Denzel's alarm clock went off and his parrots poofed into two very hippy-esque people. As they opened their mouths to greet him, there was a knock on the door. Cosmo and Wanda looked at each other, startled, and turned into parrots again as Denzel's mother barged in.
"Oh Flippy!" she bubbled. Denzel shrieked and bolted up in bed. "Time to wake u-up!"
"Mom!" he quaked. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm taking you to school!" she chirped. "First day, you know! Now get ready for breakfast, I made your favorite!" She left, shutting the door behind her. All three occupants of the room stared after her, dumbfounded.
"She's never done that before," Denzel said.
"We know," Wanda replied.
"What's gotten in to her?" Cosmo wondered.
"Beats me," Denzel said as he jumped out of bed. Cosmo and Wanda poofed him into some new clothes and poofed his backpack on. He turned to his parrots as they finished. "Better go to breakfast," he said, and headed out the door.
He entered the kitchen to find the table loaded with pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausages, hash browns, and biscuits with gravy. His mother smiled at him from the stove, where she was frying something in a skillet.
"Eat up!" she said. "We have to leave in a half an hour." She brought the skillet over to her plate and slid an omelet on to her plate; she never ate eggs any other way.
"Mom?" Denzel asked as he sat down warily and began to load his plate. "What's all this for?"
"To get you off on the right foot for school, honey," his mom replied sweetly. "My mother used to do this for me every year, and I had time, so I decided to do it for you, too." just then the phone rang. Denzel sighed miserably, having known this would happen, and his mother got up to answer it.
"Hello?" she said into the receiver. "Oh, Mr. Boss.. Yes, I have the day off... You need me to work?... Well I... Oh I see... Yes of course Mr. Boss. I'll be there in an hour...FIVE MINUTES!?...All right...See you then." He watched his mother hang up the phone again. She sighed sorrowfully and turned to him. He didn't really pay attention to how sad she looked, just how sad he felt. His first day of school and she had to work. "I'm so sorry, Flippy," she said softly as she got her purse and jacket. "I promise I'll make it up to you." Denzel nodded.
"Sure, mom," he said, "whatever."
As Ms. Crocker left, Cosmo and Wanda, who had been charading as pictures on the wall, came over and talked to him.
"Oh, C'mon, Denzel," Wanda cooed, "Give her some credit. At least she tried."
"Yeah," Cosmo agreed, "She tried to skip work and everything." Wanda glared at him and he shrugged. "What?"
"She did!?" Denzel asked, amazed. He looked up at his fairies in shock.
"Well," Wanda drawled. "She was supposed to be at work an hour ago, but she took the day off."
"You should be happy your mom cares so much," Cosmo said. "My momma didn't even want me to go to school." He started to tear up as Wanda glared at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Your momma doesn't even know we're married," she scoffed. Cosmo looked aghast.
"She doesn't!?" he exclaimed.
"No," Wanda gritted. "She still thinks your out getting the milk."
"When did she ask me to do that?" Cosmo asked.
"Oh, never mind," Wanda said dismissively. Turning to Denzel she said: "You'd better finish eating, sweetie, or else you're going to be late for your first day of school."
Denzel obliged.
"Wow, there sure are a lot of kids here," Denzel observed from his hiding place behind some bushes. Cosmo and Wanda floated next to him, out of site thanks to the greenery they were using as cover.
"Why don't you go say hi to some of them?" Wanda suggested. "Just remember, don't let anybody know you have fairy godparents." Denzel smiled at them.
"I know!" he said. He stood up and walked toward a particular little girl with orange-ish red curls. Cosmo and Wanda watched from their assumed positions. Cosmo was pretending to be his watch face, and Wanda was the watch band. They watched as he approached the little girl who was playing in the sandbox and waved to her.
"Hi!" he said as he neared her. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Hi!" she replied.
"My name's Denzel, what's yours?"
"Geraldine."
"What grade are you in?"
"First. You?"
"I'm in first, too!"
"Far out! Wanna help me make a sand castle?"
"Sure!"
Cosmo and Wanda smiled at each other and left, leaving Denzel's watch when he shoved his hand in the sand and turning into buttons on his backpack.
"Oops!" Denzel squealed. He pulled his hand out of the sand and looked at his watch, perplexed. "Are you okay?" Cosmo turned to Wanda as best he could being a button.
"I told them he was too young," he said, spitting out sand. Wanda made a noise of agreance. Two weeks and he was already telling people.
"Who are you talking to?" Geraldine asked.
"My imaginary friends, Cosmo and Wanda," Denzel replied. The two fairies looked at eachother. He was good.
"Oh," Geraldine said. "I have an imaginary friend, too! Her name is Naidine(1) and SHE'S a fairy. What are your imaginary friends?"
Cosmo and Wanda noticed that nothing was happening. No being called back, no giant purple book falling out of the sky, and definitely no Jorgen. Maybe being called imaginary friends counter acted the rule about revealing your godparent. Or Naidine really was just imaginary.
"Cosmo's this super cool ninja can defeat the whole world if he wanted and Wanda's his sister, who has magical abilities," Denzel explained, trying to imitate the strange powers he was describing. Cosmo and Wanda couldn't help but giggle a little at the descriptions he had made up for them. This was why they had become fairy godparents.
As they were basking in the glow of there god child's admiration, and while said godchild was playing in the sand, the bell rang, signaling they had five minutes until class. Denzel helped Geraldine to her feet and both children ran inside. They didn't need anything at their lockers, so both children headed to their class room. They were both in the same room, it turned out, and they had seats right beside eachother. Cosmo and Wanda poofed into a pencil and pen on his desk. A few more students walked in, bringing the classes grand total to eight.
"Wow," Wanda commented, "Small class."
"Yeah," Cosmo agreed, "even my class was bigger than this."
"What class was that, Cosmo?" Denzel asked.
"Hi, Cosmo!" Geraldine greeted him, not really knowing where to look. Wanda smiled. it was so cute how little kids played make believe so easily.
"Obedience school," Cosmo stated proudly.
"He wasn't allowed into normal school," Wanda explained.
"Oh," was all Denzel said in reply.
The second bell rang and the students calmed down, the teacher entered the room. She was a pretty woman, not much taller than four foot five. She had sparkling green eyes and a fantastic smile. She had light red-brown hair. She walked into the room and went to her desk. As she tidied her desk she stopped abruptly. Her head snapped 'round and she looked straight at Cosmo and Wanda, smiling victoriously. Wanda gasped. Both Cosmo and Denzel looked at her.
"What's wrong?" Denzel asked.
"I know her!" Wanda said, indicating Deznel's teacher.
"Really?" Cosmo exclaimed. He looked at the woman studiously as she turned back to her desk still smiling. "No, I don't recognize her." Both hushed and Denzel redirected his attention to the teacher. She turned, smiling to the class.
"Good Morning, class!" she almost sang. "Welcome to a new year! My name is Ms. Fair, and I'll be your teacher this year! Let's take role, now. Crocker, Denzel?"
"Here," Denzel said, raising his hand. Wanda and Cosmo smiled up at him. Ms. Fair looked at him and then nodded before turning back to her clip board.
"Dinkleberg, Sheldon?"
A boy in the front of the room of the room raised his hand. He had godishly blonde hair, and looked like a babe magnet ready for high school. "Here," he said. The boy directly in front of Denzel growled.
"Dinkleberg..."
"Ibrahim, Mr."
"Here," said a boy next to the window in the third row. He was a half-breed black, and Denzel was surprised to see he wasn't covered in cuts and bruises. The United States had only just really gotten into desegregation, and most people weren't going for it. Ms. Fair didn't seem to notice.
"McBadbat, Batty?"
"Here," said a boy kitty-corner to Ibrahim. He had dirty blonde hair, whether by colour or by dirt, Denzel couldn't tell. Ms. Fair nodded to him as well and turned back to her clip board.
"Turner, Mr?"
"Here," said the boy who had earlier been growling at Sheldon. he was so middle of the road in appearance it hurt. Ms. Fair didn't seem to care as she smiled, nodded, and went back to her clip board again.
Turner, Future Mrs?"
"Here," said a girl sitting next to Sheldon. She was a pretty brunette, who obviously had a thing for Sheldon. Ms. Fair rolled her eyes and went back to her clip board.
"Ubetcha, Chet?"
"Here!" said a very enigmatic boy with black oily hair. Ms. Fair nodded and went back to her clip board.
"Waxelplax, Geraldine?"
Geraldine raised her hand and practically sang, "Here!". Ms. fair smiled, and put down her clip board.
"Well," she said sweetly, "That's everybody! Now let's get started with class."
A/N If I didn't know a name...well, you can tell what happened when I didn't know a name. Umm...and as you know I'm trying to make it fluent with the times. I get my 70's and 60's mixed up a lot, but I KNOW that either way, desegregation wasn't exactly a loved idea at the time, just the farther back, the more non-existent/embraced the idea was. Don't mean to offend, just to be politically and (the word for following the time line) correct. Sorry, my vocabulary decided to just die on me. Sob Also, I took the name Naidine from Arthur, just because i love the name Naidine, but no, it's not that Naidine. Please R&R!
The day dawned and in some obscure part of the town a cock crowed. In the small drab room Denzel's alarm clock went off and his parrots poofed into two very hippy-esque people. As they opened their mouths to greet him, there was a knock on the door. Cosmo and Wanda looked at each other, startled, and turned into parrots again as Denzel's mother barged in.
"Oh Flippy!" she bubbled. Denzel shrieked and bolted up in bed. "Time to wake u-up!"
"Mom!" he quaked. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm taking you to school!" she chirped. "First day, you know! Now get ready for breakfast, I made your favorite!" She left, shutting the door behind her. All three occupants of the room stared after her, dumbfounded.
"She's never done that before," Denzel said.
"We know," Wanda replied.
"What's gotten in to her?" Cosmo wondered.
"Beats me," Denzel said as he jumped out of bed. Cosmo and Wanda poofed him into some new clothes and poofed his backpack on. He turned to his parrots as they finished. "Better go to breakfast," he said, and headed out the door.
He entered the kitchen to find the table loaded with pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausages, hash browns, and biscuits with gravy. His mother smiled at him from the stove, where she was frying something in a skillet.
"Eat up!" she said. "We have to leave in a half an hour." She brought the skillet over to her plate and slid an omelet on to her plate; she never ate eggs any other way.
"Mom?" Denzel asked as he sat down warily and began to load his plate. "What's all this for?"
"To get you off on the right foot for school, honey," his mom replied sweetly. "My mother used to do this for me every year, and I had time, so I decided to do it for you, too." just then the phone rang. Denzel sighed miserably, having known this would happen, and his mother got up to answer it.
"Hello?" she said into the receiver. "Oh, Mr. Boss.. Yes, I have the day off... You need me to work?... Well I... Oh I see... Yes of course Mr. Boss. I'll be there in an hour...FIVE MINUTES!?...All right...See you then." He watched his mother hang up the phone again. She sighed sorrowfully and turned to him. He didn't really pay attention to how sad she looked, just how sad he felt. His first day of school and she had to work. "I'm so sorry, Flippy," she said softly as she got her purse and jacket. "I promise I'll make it up to you." Denzel nodded.
"Sure, mom," he said, "whatever."
As Ms. Crocker left, Cosmo and Wanda, who had been charading as pictures on the wall, came over and talked to him.
"Oh, C'mon, Denzel," Wanda cooed, "Give her some credit. At least she tried."
"Yeah," Cosmo agreed, "She tried to skip work and everything." Wanda glared at him and he shrugged. "What?"
"She did!?" Denzel asked, amazed. He looked up at his fairies in shock.
"Well," Wanda drawled. "She was supposed to be at work an hour ago, but she took the day off."
"You should be happy your mom cares so much," Cosmo said. "My momma didn't even want me to go to school." He started to tear up as Wanda glared at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Your momma doesn't even know we're married," she scoffed. Cosmo looked aghast.
"She doesn't!?" he exclaimed.
"No," Wanda gritted. "She still thinks your out getting the milk."
"When did she ask me to do that?" Cosmo asked.
"Oh, never mind," Wanda said dismissively. Turning to Denzel she said: "You'd better finish eating, sweetie, or else you're going to be late for your first day of school."
Denzel obliged.
"Wow, there sure are a lot of kids here," Denzel observed from his hiding place behind some bushes. Cosmo and Wanda floated next to him, out of site thanks to the greenery they were using as cover.
"Why don't you go say hi to some of them?" Wanda suggested. "Just remember, don't let anybody know you have fairy godparents." Denzel smiled at them.
"I know!" he said. He stood up and walked toward a particular little girl with orange-ish red curls. Cosmo and Wanda watched from their assumed positions. Cosmo was pretending to be his watch face, and Wanda was the watch band. They watched as he approached the little girl who was playing in the sandbox and waved to her.
"Hi!" he said as he neared her. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Hi!" she replied.
"My name's Denzel, what's yours?"
"Geraldine."
"What grade are you in?"
"First. You?"
"I'm in first, too!"
"Far out! Wanna help me make a sand castle?"
"Sure!"
Cosmo and Wanda smiled at each other and left, leaving Denzel's watch when he shoved his hand in the sand and turning into buttons on his backpack.
"Oops!" Denzel squealed. He pulled his hand out of the sand and looked at his watch, perplexed. "Are you okay?" Cosmo turned to Wanda as best he could being a button.
"I told them he was too young," he said, spitting out sand. Wanda made a noise of agreance. Two weeks and he was already telling people.
"Who are you talking to?" Geraldine asked.
"My imaginary friends, Cosmo and Wanda," Denzel replied. The two fairies looked at eachother. He was good.
"Oh," Geraldine said. "I have an imaginary friend, too! Her name is Naidine(1) and SHE'S a fairy. What are your imaginary friends?"
Cosmo and Wanda noticed that nothing was happening. No being called back, no giant purple book falling out of the sky, and definitely no Jorgen. Maybe being called imaginary friends counter acted the rule about revealing your godparent. Or Naidine really was just imaginary.
"Cosmo's this super cool ninja can defeat the whole world if he wanted and Wanda's his sister, who has magical abilities," Denzel explained, trying to imitate the strange powers he was describing. Cosmo and Wanda couldn't help but giggle a little at the descriptions he had made up for them. This was why they had become fairy godparents.
As they were basking in the glow of there god child's admiration, and while said godchild was playing in the sand, the bell rang, signaling they had five minutes until class. Denzel helped Geraldine to her feet and both children ran inside. They didn't need anything at their lockers, so both children headed to their class room. They were both in the same room, it turned out, and they had seats right beside eachother. Cosmo and Wanda poofed into a pencil and pen on his desk. A few more students walked in, bringing the classes grand total to eight.
"Wow," Wanda commented, "Small class."
"Yeah," Cosmo agreed, "even my class was bigger than this."
"What class was that, Cosmo?" Denzel asked.
"Hi, Cosmo!" Geraldine greeted him, not really knowing where to look. Wanda smiled. it was so cute how little kids played make believe so easily.
"Obedience school," Cosmo stated proudly.
"He wasn't allowed into normal school," Wanda explained.
"Oh," was all Denzel said in reply.
The second bell rang and the students calmed down, the teacher entered the room. She was a pretty woman, not much taller than four foot five. She had sparkling green eyes and a fantastic smile. She had light red-brown hair. She walked into the room and went to her desk. As she tidied her desk she stopped abruptly. Her head snapped 'round and she looked straight at Cosmo and Wanda, smiling victoriously. Wanda gasped. Both Cosmo and Denzel looked at her.
"What's wrong?" Denzel asked.
"I know her!" Wanda said, indicating Deznel's teacher.
"Really?" Cosmo exclaimed. He looked at the woman studiously as she turned back to her desk still smiling. "No, I don't recognize her." Both hushed and Denzel redirected his attention to the teacher. She turned, smiling to the class.
"Good Morning, class!" she almost sang. "Welcome to a new year! My name is Ms. Fair, and I'll be your teacher this year! Let's take role, now. Crocker, Denzel?"
"Here," Denzel said, raising his hand. Wanda and Cosmo smiled up at him. Ms. Fair looked at him and then nodded before turning back to her clip board.
"Dinkleberg, Sheldon?"
A boy in the front of the room of the room raised his hand. He had godishly blonde hair, and looked like a babe magnet ready for high school. "Here," he said. The boy directly in front of Denzel growled.
"Dinkleberg..."
"Ibrahim, Mr."
"Here," said a boy next to the window in the third row. He was a half-breed black, and Denzel was surprised to see he wasn't covered in cuts and bruises. The United States had only just really gotten into desegregation, and most people weren't going for it. Ms. Fair didn't seem to notice.
"McBadbat, Batty?"
"Here," said a boy kitty-corner to Ibrahim. He had dirty blonde hair, whether by colour or by dirt, Denzel couldn't tell. Ms. Fair nodded to him as well and turned back to her clip board.
"Turner, Mr?"
"Here," said the boy who had earlier been growling at Sheldon. he was so middle of the road in appearance it hurt. Ms. Fair didn't seem to care as she smiled, nodded, and went back to her clip board again.
Turner, Future Mrs?"
"Here," said a girl sitting next to Sheldon. She was a pretty brunette, who obviously had a thing for Sheldon. Ms. Fair rolled her eyes and went back to her clip board.
"Ubetcha, Chet?"
"Here!" said a very enigmatic boy with black oily hair. Ms. Fair nodded and went back to her clip board.
"Waxelplax, Geraldine?"
Geraldine raised her hand and practically sang, "Here!". Ms. fair smiled, and put down her clip board.
"Well," she said sweetly, "That's everybody! Now let's get started with class."
A/N If I didn't know a name...well, you can tell what happened when I didn't know a name. Umm...and as you know I'm trying to make it fluent with the times. I get my 70's and 60's mixed up a lot, but I KNOW that either way, desegregation wasn't exactly a loved idea at the time, just the farther back, the more non-existent/embraced the idea was. Don't mean to offend, just to be politically and (the word for following the time line) correct. Sorry, my vocabulary decided to just die on me. Sob Also, I took the name Naidine from Arthur, just because i love the name Naidine, but no, it's not that Naidine. Please R&R!