Chapter 1

It was a warm Wednesday morning and Timmy Turner was biting his nails. Tearing his fingernails to all hell leaving stub and scratch marks. With a nervous fever as his math teacher was sitting at his desk. Looking over every test for the midterms they had just taken. Even with the smell of failure in the air, taunted by misery with the pit patting of voices against his ear. His grade depended on how cruel his teacher was feeling right now. Crocker took the stamp and slammed it across one of the midterms with a light chuckle under his breath. "Crocker!" The man with the black hair moved his attention away from the test towards the front of the classroom. Entering the room was a chubby ginger-haired woman wearing a blue business suit.

"Ah, Principal Waxeplax, how may I help you? And who is this?" Crocker asked, focusing on the person behind the principal. Like a slap in the face by his memories there stood someone so familiar yet strange. With curly purple hair, matching colored eyes, a rocky nose. Dangling around his neck was a necklace with two stars that looked like the end of a fairies wand. And he wore a purple hoodie jacket colored with two different shades of purple. Which was topped off by a purple pair of pants, and around his body was an unexplainable sadness. There was something off about him that disturbed Timmy. The kid was slouching trying to avoid the oncoming looks of the kids in the classroom.

Waxelplax looked at Poof with a saddened look on her face, "Students? May I have your attention?" With a demanding voice, heads moved in a lazy-fairy way towards the duo. "Now that I have your attention. I would like to introduce you to your new classmate Poof. He's from Europe, and his family just recently moved here. I expected each of you to treat him well as he's...military." Poof looked around the room and for a moment locked eyes with Timmy. Forcing a smile on his face before dissipating back into his long-bounty scowl.

It took a moment for Crocker to respond to the revelation. A new student? Timmy couldn't recall the last time anyone joined his class. Mostly because no one wanted to ruin their child's education with Crocker's craziness. "What?" The control over his emotions slipped, "I already have twenty students-" Waxeplax silenced him with a stern glare.

"And?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, "The average class size in this school is thirty or more pupils per class Denzel. The national average is thirty-five. You have under twenty students, mostly because I don't want to torture our students with your...style of education. But other teachers are demanding better pay and smaller class sizes. Which you and I both know that's impossible, we're in a public school in the US. So I have no choice, but to add more students, plus I felt magically compelled to add him to your class." She said with a dazzle on the last part and that caught Crocker's attention.

"Magic you say?" Crocker asked with a grin.

"Don't you dare look into that statement! If you embarrass yourself in front of our new student with your crazy obsession. You're fired! Understand?" Crocker swallowed that smile in whole and nodded his head. "Poof is military, and I expect the highest form of respect you can muster. And one slip up with your crazy obsession and you're gone. Now that that's settled, enjoy your first day of school Poof. Just ask if you need anything. Toodles!" With that, she turned away and left the room. Leaving Poof to face the entire class on his own. Of course, his godparents had to be in Fairy World today, so there was nothing he could do. After Crocker was sure she was gone he muttered something under his breath.

"Well, you heard the lady. So why don't you say hello to class?" Crocker said and a moment later. A cacophony of voices spoke his name all at once, which only made him wince. "Well, Poof why don't you introduce yourself to the class? Maybe answer a few questions, and then you can sit next to Aj. He's the kid sitting on the right off Turner, the one in the pink hat." Poof replied something in a soft-spoken voice that Timmy couldn't make out. Due to the chatter of his peers who all conversation had turned on the new kid in class.

"Well..um," Poof said, scratching the back of his head. Fumbling over his words trying to find the right combination. "Well my name's Poof, and Dimmesdale is a fascinating place? Nice to meet you all any questions?" The awkwardness was quickly overshadowed by the bombardment of questions. Each of wild varying topics and curiosities, some on his looks. Others on his family history, a few on his interest. Though he tried his best Poof could only answer one or two. He bit his bottom lip, which Crocker noticed. Anger flared onto his face, and Crocker had to shut everyone up and allowed Poof to sit down. On his way towards his seat, Poof paused. For only a brief moment and Timmy could see his skin tone. The biggest thing that stood out to him was how pale he looked. "You look like you stepped out of those old photos mom used to have. Those that survived anyway. I never thought I would get to meet you in person. You look so much more alive."

"Wait you know me?" Timmy asked, a little confused.

"Is something the matter Poof?" Crocker asked, and Poof turned his head towards the teacher.

"Everythings fine sir, just thinking out loud. Turner here reminds me of something," Poof said. With that, he walked away leaving the rest of the moment towards the boy's imagination.

"Well then...where was I? Since we completed the midterms, and I'm still-" Poof spoke up.

"What's a midterm?" Timmy raised an eyebrow, "Is this some kind of assessment or…?"

"Poof if you have a question raise your hand and I'll call on you," Crocker said, annoyed.

"Yes sir, sorry sir," Poof replied.

"And to answer your question," Crocker said with a sigh. "Yes, a midterm is an assessment. Of your academic knowledge usually done on paper, but is increasingly being done on paper. It can take various forms from, Buble exam to a written exam or verbal type. In this class, you have to major test a midterm, and a final. Both of which are worth fifty percent of your grade." He explained, "But since your new to this class you don't have to worry about the midterm."

"Ah that makes sense sir," Poof said again. Croker smiled on that part.

"Now then as I was saying…" Crocker went on some tangent that Timmy had zoned out off. His thoughts wandering about this or that about other things he found more interesting. His once nervous fever had disappeared into a cacophony of thoughts only for the chatter of his two best friends. Sitting on his left and right to snap him out of his thoughtful trance.

"Dude, does Poof look sick to you?" Chester asked.

"That's what I was thinking," Aj replied. But Timmy's mind was on the strange new kid. Why was he so familiar?

"Strange. In class today Poof spoke to me, he recognized me." Timmy said irked by this fact. The incident in class had been on his mind. Why? Both of his friends looked towards him. They followed his gaze and nodded their heads in understanding, "He said that I looked more 'alive' than the photos his mother used to own. How the heck does he have photos of me? I only….on no Francis. Should we step in?"

"And get another beating by Francis absolutely not," Aj said. "Poof is on his own." All three of them nodded in agreement. Having to deal with Francis on his first day of school sucked, but another beating was worse.

"Hey, punk!" Francis grabbed Poof by the collar of his jacket, "What's with the strange get up? Trying to mimic Turner? Speaking of which he's got another beating soon. I'm Francis the school bully, and according to my book. You're not in it, so I'm here to give you a first-day welcome." A smile crossed his face and Poof only glared at him. Timmy wasn't sure what happened the next thing he noticed was Francis. Who was bending on the ground wincing in pain. "Let go! What the hell? Stop!" He screamed from the pain.

"Don't ever touch me again!" Poof said in the coldest voice Timmy had ever heard. Francis scouted back, and Poof returned to whatever he was doing, but a silence followed.