Chapter 26 -A New Pair of Shoes pt2-

The school bus pulled up to the school and Trixie walked off the bus. Trying to hide the fact s/he had taken over TImmy Turner's body. So her godmother was behind a lot of the problems with life. Which only irked him, as Timmy's two useless friends followed Trixie. Into the school and this only brought unwanted attention, but one benefit of being an invisible loser. How did anybody go around being middle-class? Or even poor. Making a sharp turn trying to avoid any conversation with the two idiots who wouldn't leave Trixie alone.

Holding Splinter closer to his chest was strange. Everything in the world was smaller than he was used to. Moving in a strange direction that was meant to make anybody disappear. "Hey loser," Trixie looked up near one of the lockers. Was a boy she was completely unaware of. A tall kid, towering over everyone in the school with black hair, a black shirt with a skull and he cracked his knuckles. "I was going over my schedule and realized it's been a while since your lasting beating."

Trixie looked at the kid confused. Raised an eyebrow, but didn't even say anything and just kept walking. "Hey! Answer me!" He snapped, but he just kept walking. Splinter looked a bit cornered as Trixie was simply too lost in her own thoughts to even care. Finally Trixie came up to her classroom, 'A113' and walked into it. Taking in the world and its darker tone.

"Turner pop quiz!" He shouted right as Trixie walked into the room. Who could only wince to see her crazed teacher. And it finally hit since Trixie was Timmy's currently it meant he'd have to do with Crocker's berate. "What's the capital of Sweden?" Trixie just looked at the man and didn't even say a word. Which quickly got the attention of the room. "Hello? Turner! Are you going to say anything?" Trixie just waited till the bell rang for the start of school.

With that he walked over to the front of the classroom. Trixie knew very well that Crocker was going to harass him. Oh how Trixie hated to be right. It started with and endless stream of bombardment of questions and pop quizzes. Trixie only held Splinter tightly. Not saying a word not even responding to anyone hoping that the crazed teacher would go away. Finally he gave up trying to get anything and walked over towards his desk pulled out a giant cannon. "Well then Turner since you've obviously wished yourself not to talk. I'd like to give you an explosive grade of Failure!" He shot the cannon which sent a bombardment of papers.

Trixie was flooded out of the classroom. With a giant stash of F's slowly, but surely trying to drown him. Slowly frustration was beginning to from so far the fews hours since Trixie had been trapped inside Timmy' Turner's body. It Has been a nightmare. And the hunger from Timmy's mother's decision was clearly there. Now this; Trixie pushed the thoughts away. Only a few more hours till Trixie could go home and lock himself away from the world and plot her revenge, but seeds of doubt were forming.

"Hey freak!" Looking up from the ground was the kid from earlier. Trixie could only blink who was this man? And why did he keep coming around? His strong brawny arms grabbed Trixie by the collar. "Now then why have you suddenly decided to stop talking?" It was the most painful beating Trixie had ever received and it left him with a bruised eye. Splinter just looked at him.

"So hun…is he still an evil brat trying to ruin your life?" Splinter had been placed on the counter as Trixie was nursing himself from the beating. Why did Trimster have to have such a scrawny body? "I mean look at all the bad things he's done to you. Constantly giving you gifts and attention how horrible. Isn't that right spoiled brat?" Splinter asked with a condescending tone, "Asham that mama had to be the one to teach you."

"Does he deal with this every day? That would explain why he's got godparents," Trixie said. "Look I get it. You were right, can I please go back to normal?" Splinter just smiled.

"That would be a no," his godmother responded. "You're not even halfway done with the average day for Timmy Turner. And remember we're still not even done with all the problems that occur in his life." Splinter used her wand to make Timmy's body look normal, but the pain was still there. As well as the fear. His name was Francis and she was never going to forget that.


After slipping away from the bathroom without being caught. Trixie moved towards the lunch room. It was going to be the first time in a day where he was going to eat. Taking the tray from the counter Trixie looked for an empty spot and was happy to finally have food. Without paying attention the next thing was Trixie had tripped on something and landed on the floor. "Hey look, the loser's a klutz." Trixie knew that voice all too well. Tad. One of her closest friends or he was at least once one of her closest friends.

"What was that for?" Trixie snapped at him.

"What was that for? How about you start paying attention bucktooth? With teeth like those you would have made a new fault line." Tad said, "Hey 2nd most popular kid Chad. The loser's making a mess and getting mad at me for his inability to pay attention. No wonder you'll never amount to anything." Trixie looked as a sense of frustration had boiled over to rage. Before he could snap back her former bodyguard appeared behind him. Grabbed Trixie by his ankle, god Trixie hated Timmy's scrawny body. "Show this loser his place."

Trixie stood up from the trash can, "You know what Chad, Tad I thought you were losers before. But now I really hate you." Which caught Tad and Chad's attention as they turned around and walked towards him. "I mean for being so popular you really are losers! No wonder nobody likes you pretty boy!"

"What did you just say loser?" Chad snapped back.

"What's wrong Chad?" Trixie snapped, "What is your card game hobby not keeping you entertained anymore? Or how about Tad's wort on his but." Tad and Chad looked at him, "You heard me loser. I know most if not all of your secrets. Like the fact your mother abandoned your family shortly after you were born."

"Security!" Chad snapped, "Take this trash out of here!" While he was distracted Trixie took the opportunity for something he had been wanting to do. And swung at Chad as hard as he could which sent the popular kid stumbling to the floor. Soon everyone in the entire room was now looking at the situation, "You-you hit me? You dare! Do you know who I am?"

"Of course I know who you are, loser! Your Chad whose dad only made his fortune by running a toy company. And made some rather snobby deals or should we talk about your dad's rather shady business dealings and some lawsuits that are currently pending. Or how about your sports obsession or should I mention the other unmentionables." One benefit of keeping some of the other rich kids closer Trixie learned many secrets of her 'friends'. Who at this point Trixie was conjuring permanently distancing herself from them.

But her entire life shattered before her as someone appeared. Trixie (who was inhabiting Timmy Turner's body) looked in horror at what she saw. It was Trixie Tang or at least a version of her. Standing there with her hair, signature look and the same false smile. Was Trixie Tang, only this wasn't him, but the female version of her. And since she was in Timmy's body a physical version of herself existed. Oh no.