Disclaimer: I still do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.

Cindy pushed past the various businessmen on the sidewalk making their way to work. She looked up and saw a library. She ran up its steps and swung the door open. Ignoring the strange looks she was receiving, she headed straight for the bathrooms.

She went inside the girl's bathroom and entered a stall. She slammed the door shut and locked it. She sat down on the toilet and buried her head in her hands. She finally let the tears flow freely.

It's too much! God, even I have a breaking point. All this crap with Jimmy, mom trying to kill me, I don't have a plan, and now dad. After what seemed an eternity, she lifted her head up and stared at the door stall door in front of her.

Sarah+Jared. Of course, that got her thinking about Jimmy. "Now I'm on my own," she whispered. She buried her head in her hands again.

"Why do I do it to him? God, he's helped me so much. I got him into all of this. All he was doing was trying to comfort me, and I leave him."

Cindy stood up and paced around in the small stall. It's just Neutron. Stupid Jimmy. Nerdtron, Spewtron, Big Brain. What do I care? I don't need him. If anything, he drags me down.

Cindy knew she was grasping at straws, any excuse to justify what she had just done to the only person she could count on. "Who am I kidding? We're not in fourth grade anymore. Maybe I do need him."

No you don't! The voice in her head screamed. You're better than that big-headed jerk! He came here, he stole your spotlight. He's made your life a living hell! Your mom wouldn't even be doing this if she didn't think you were worse than Jimmy. And if Jimmy hadn't moved here, you would still be the best. You wouldn't be going through all of this!

"But it's not his fault he moved here," she muttered to herself. "And when he's not running around showing himself off, he can be pretty, well, nice. And sweet. And no matter what I say, he's got my back. This whole ordeal proves that."

Don't be stupid! This is Jimmy Neutron! The boy you love to hate!

Am I sure about that? Maybe I don't love to hate him, I hate to love him."

Cindy unlocked the stall door and exited it. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were red and puffy. She put her hands on the sink and drooped her head, staring into the porcelain bowl.

"Doesn't matter now anyway. I left him. I'm alone now. It's up to me." She picked her head up and stared herself in the mirror. "I can do this."

She stepped outside the bathroom and headed to the adults section. She leafed through the various books and stopped once her fingers rested on a thick hardcover. She took a quick glance around; no one was nearby. She slung her backpack off her shoulder and opened it. She threw in several books.

A Beginner's Guide to Firearms. Weapons used by Police. History of Handguns.

Cindy went to another area and started running her eyes down the shelves. They rested on a row of half a dozen books. Taking another quick look around, she shoved a large book into the backpack. U.S. Laws on Self-Defense.

She went into the back of the library, which was also empty. She climbed out of the window, and ran down the street. Time I take the offensive.