AN: My 1st Fairly Odd Parents fic. Um, ok, I'm not exactly what you'd call a 'good' author. Ha, I suck, ok.

I don't own Fairly Odd Parents. Well, not yet anyways.

The tramatized 11 year old seemed to be dragging his feet in slow motion. Tears streamed down his blood stained face. His breath was ragged and his heart ached, not only for the well needed rest but to be mended after the horrific rejection.

He didn't want to be seen like this. This was shame. How embarrassing. He couldn't fight his own battles. He couldn't get a girlfriend. It couldn't get much worse, right?

Oh, but life is all about proving you wrong. As he approached his sanctuary, he immediatly sensed something was wrong. Knots were in his stomach. He rounded the corner to his house. His parents' car was gone.

The 11 year old let out a sigh of relief and disapointment. They never seemed to be home anymore.

On the bright side, he didn't need a babysitter anymore.

Of course, that was only because she got sent to juvi.

The boy pulled the spare key out of the back pocket of his faded black jeans. The key twisted into the lock and the door opened, reveiling the contents of the middle class home.

Out of instinct, the boy yelled, or seemed to whimper, "I'm home."

Usually he would have thrown his bag into his room, but it was gone. Ripped up by those monsters. Then they had ripped him up.

At this point, the boy had stopped crying. But his eyes were still red rimmed and slightly swollen.

Two creatures materialized in front of the boy, their carefree grins vanishing at the sight of the child, replaced by looks of pity and sorrow.

"Timmy, what happened?" The female one asked.

Tears gathered at his eyes again. "I-I went to school today and-and I asked Trixie if-if she w-wanted to go

t-t-to the sc-sc-school dance with me. She looked a-at m-me and laughed. She-she said if she wanted t-to go with me, sh-she would go wi-with me after she fin-finished writing her wi-will because go-going with me would b-be social sui-suicide. Th-then, Franci-francise and-d his new g-gang of eighth gr-graders lo-locked me in a lo-locker all d-d-day. They let m-me out-t-t af-f-f-after school and . . ." He could no longer form the words, so he simply pointed to his battered and bruised body.

Neither of the two knew what to say to calm the troubled child and simply hugged him, then sat in silence for a few moments.

Timmy broke the silence. "They said they'll be waiting for me tomorrow."

The two creatures looked at eachother with worried and angry expressions on their faces.

This time the male spoke. "What are you going to do?"

Timmy was silent for a moment. "I don't know." he admitted.

He got up silently and washed away the blood and chained out of his crimson stained clothes. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was going to have a black eye.

Timmy trudged up the stairs and fell asleep though it was early.

After Timmy was out of ear shot, the two creatures turned to eachother.

"This is the third time he's gotten beaten up in a month." the female said in concern.

"Yeah, but its never been this bad before." The male added.

"Its not right! He shouldn't be afraid to go to school. We're his godparents, for pete's sake! Our job is to make his life better! But as far as I can tell, its getting worse."

"At least Vicky's gone."

"Fine, Cosmo. Think positively." She said angrily. "That's not gonna stop them from hurting him again. Maybe worse next time." she stopped momentarily. "What if they kill him?"

"What? They're not gonna do something crazy like that! They're kids, not cold blooded murderers."

"They seem pretty cold blooded to me."

Cosmo smiled a smile that lacked happiness. "You sound like his mom."

"Well, I might as well be. The woman's never home!" She suddenly realized what she said and felt ashamed. "You know I didn't mean that. I'm just worried about him, that's all. I care about him. I-I love him." Her voice cracked and she started to cry.

"We both love him. But we aren't his real parents."

"Since when are you mister reasonable?"

"Since never. I'm just stating the truth."

She looked at her husband strangely. "I've been married to you nearly 10,000 years now, and you never cease to amaze me."

"What?"

"You. . . Never mind."

The door started opening and the two creatures poofed off into thin air.

The clock read 7:13 AM. Timmy tossed and turned in his troubled sleep, unaware that he was late for school. Cosmo looked at his reflection in the mirror. Only it wasn't his reflection he was looking at. It was Timmy's.

AN: Well, that was chapter one. Hope y'all liked it. I know it was a little . . . dumb. But, well, there it was. Please review.