The Fairy Snatcher
a/n: My first fic, I hope you like it. Please review; I'm sure you all know how you would have felt on your first story if people hadn't reviewed it. This one is a story, hopefully not too long, but long enough to keep you interested. I know it's a lot to ask, but please try and give me comments on each chapter, that way I know my story's being read and enjoyed (or not) Please R and R!
"Timmy! Timmy! Wake up!"
"Mom?"
"No silly, it's Wanda!"
"Oh." Timmy said as he rubbed his eyes and got out of bed. Oww. thought Timmy as he got up. This pink hat may look cute, but it REALLY hurts to sleep in.
Timmy missed his mom not coming to wake him up. He sometimes wondered if that was
one of the reasons he had fairies. He knew his parents loved him, it's just that...
"Boo!" yelled Cosmo in his ear.
"Oww. Cosmo, warn me when you're going to surprise me."
"Okay! Timmy, I'm going to surprise you," said Cosmo. "Boo!"
"Haha, VERY funny."
"How come it didn't work?" thought Cosmo seriously.
As Cosmo went into deep thought, Timmy was thinking about Cosmo. Always having him to joke around with, to make him feel better about his life. Of course, he was a ditzy numbskull, and couldn't figure out the difference between right and left, and left and wrong. But then, of course there was the wishing part, too, which Timmy LOVED to do. He was always wishing away, skating on thin ice with Da Rules, but always seemed to make out okay.
Timmy yawned. "I wish I was ready for school."
A big pink cloud came with the PING! that said: Ready!.
"Don't you have to eat, sport?"
Wanda was the motherly fairy, always getting Timmy and Cosmo out of messes, looking out for Timmy, etc. Timmy liked her a lot. Just yesterday she was telling Timmy and Cosmo about her new friend, a blue fairy called Rebecca. She had met her at the Fairy Boutique, where Wanda hired a fairy babysitter and FINALLY got her day off.
"I guess so."
Timmy trudged downstairs, tripping over his feet on the stairs.
Timmy fell down the stairs, but was saved as Wanda pinged a trampoline exactly where Timmy was landing. He bounced off of it and landed on his feet.
"Clumsy today, aren't we?"
"No!" lied Timmy as he leaned against his Dads empty trophy case. It fell over and Timmy almost fell with it, but caught his balance.
"See, I didn't fall!"
Wanda sighed as she attached a large, metallic object to Timmy's head.
"I used to do this all the time with Cosmo. Now hold still..."
Wanda gave her wand a ping and pointed to the TV-like screen above Timmy's head.
"This will show us what's on your mind, so that you can get over the clumsiness. Otherwise, you'll never get over your clumsiness, and you'll keep crashing into things. The next thing you know you won't be completing wishes, and then...well let's not go there."
The screen above Timmy's head gave a jolt as a fuzzy, black-and-white picture showed up on the screen.
It showed Chester and A.J. playing with their new friend that had come from France to visit them. He was showing them his new game "Le jeu de Chester, A.J., et Mike...mais pas Timmy." It was a trading card game, where you had to battle with your opponents. Timmy asked if he could play, but Mike said it was just a 3-player game. Timmy sat in the sandbox and played alone.
The image faded and went black.
"Well, at least now you can play some fun games with some new friends that you haven't even talked to or looked at before."
"Not helping, Cosmo."
The screen above Timmy's head gave a little buzz and a coloured image showed up. "Ah, colour.-
a/n: Sorry to interrupt, but this is CANADIAN spelling. FOP does air in Canada, some people thinks it don't. So screw you Americans who think you should spell colour color and not colour. Now, back to the story.
-said Wanda. "This means it's his personal thoughts. The deeper, darker, most private ones."
"Like The Grudge starring Sarah Michelle Gellar?"
"Huh?"
"You know, everyone turns evil?"
"That's not how the plotline goes."
"Yuh-huh."
"Nuh-uh."
"Yuh-huh."
"Nuh-uh."
"I'm arguing with someone who thinks yuh-huh is a word," sighed Wanda.
"It is a word!"
"Hello? Back to me!" said Timmy.
In the picture, Timmy was sitting alone at lunch. His friends were sitting with Mike. At the popular kids table, Tad and Chad were asking Trixie Tang and Veronica to go to the spring fling dance with them. They both agreed and walked off together in a foursome.
"Why can't Timmy and Chester and A.J. and Mike do that?" asked Wanda. "Can't they just get along?"
"No." replied Timmy harshly. "Because Mike doesn't want to be my friend."
"Why not? Have you asked him?"
"No. He hardy speaks any English. All he knows how to say is 'Yes' 'No,' and 'This is a 3 player game.'"
"You could teach him Timmyball," said Cosmo.
"No, we're not allowed playing Timmyball anymore, ever since that scary dentist took our ball. Mom's been awesome at it ever since, and she always ends up winning."
"Why not...not invite your Mom to play?"
"Look, Mike just doesn't want to be my friend! I just know! He's too...french. He probably eats snails and stuff."
"Don't judge a book by it's cover!" said Wanda.
"What about Trixie?"
"What about her? Guys always ask her out!"
"But she's always rejected them. And this one's POPULAR. What if they become a couple?" said Timmy.
Timmy thought for a long time. Then sprung up from his chair, knocking the contraption down. Wanda pinged it away before it could hit the ground.
"That's it! I wish Tad and Trixie hated each other!"
Wanda and Cosmo sighed as their wands pinged together, and then did that floppy thing when a spell didn't work.
"Sorry Timmy, we can't tamper with love. That's Cupid's job."
Suddenly Wanda's wand began to ring. She flipped it upside-down and talked into it.
"Oh hi Rebecca. Oh, you got a new hairstyle? Wow. What does it look like? Uh huh. Uh huh. Who? Jorgen Von Strangle? Here? Why? Of course I haven't heard. Bad news? Well, what is it?"
CLIFFIE! Hehe. Please review; it's my first fic. Oh, and most of you are probably wondering about the title. I'll let you wonder. :P