Author's Notes: Reviewers. Gotta love them.

Crazyfairy- Whoa… Are you psychic? I wrote this story a month ago! This chappie is called "D-hall Means Death Hall." Scary. And I'm sorry for the author's note that was originally this chapter.

KwazyKandyPie- Sorry it's so short! I'm sorry to say that the rest are that short too. Well, this one isn't.

To everyone: D-hall (shivers)… I've never had it. I almost did once in sixth grade for not doing my homework, but I got out of it for helping the teacher in study hall.

Hope you like this!

Chapter Four: D-hall Means Death Hall Part I

Timmy had D-hall with Crocker before, but it was nothing compared to what he would endure that day.

He walked in at 3:00, happy that Cosmo and Wanda were in his locker just in case he needed anything. He sat an empty desk in the front row of the classroom. D-hall was supposed to end at 4:00,

"Turner," Crocker said. "You might as well bring everything out of your locker so you don't have to go out later."

Timmy didn't want to get Cosmo and Wanda out, so he jammed his locker. He told Crocker, who furiously called the janitor.

"Phew," he said thankfully.

Crocker walked with an evil grin. He was hoping that he could send Timmy on an errand so he could look through his things for evidence of fairy godparents.

"The janitor left. Looks like you not only won't be able to get your stuff for tomorrow, but you also won't be able to finish your homework. Looks like you have D-hall tomorrow too." he said.

For the next twenty minutes, he sat at his desk staring into space. At least Crocker was silent. Until 3:25…

"Turner," Crocker said. "Come with me."

Timmy reluctantly got up. Suddenly, Crocker grabbed his left wrist tightly and pulled him into a locker.

They found themselves in Crocker's lab. Crocker was still squeezing Timmy's wrist, which was black and blue by this time.

"Wh-what are you doing, Crocker?"

"It's Mr. Crocker, Turner. And you have godparents, I know it."

"I don't, and get away from me!" Timmy said.

He struggled to get away from Crocker, eventually succeeding- after a lot of pain in his wrist.

He sprinted back to the locker area, looking for a way out.

"You won't get out that way," Crocker said as Timmy tried to open a locked door.

He turned a corner, and found himself at a large concrete wall- a dead end.

"Sorry, Turner," Crocker said from behind him.

Timmy turned around. He was whacked with such force that he blacked out as soon as his head hit the wall.

Author's notes: Cliffhanger! Will Timmy be okay??? This is but part one of two of "D-hall Means Death Hall." Please review!!!