Author's Notes: I'm baaaaaaaaack! YAY! Sorry this one took a while. I've been distracted, I brought my old Gold Version back from home and I've been playing it alot. I'd say that I hoped to do more this summer, but considering how much I got done this summer compared to last, I'd say I accomplished alot. School starts back up again the first of September, but all I have left is Geology courses and Technical writing, so maybe I'll have more time to write! Hah, a girl can dream.

The First Day 2: Anger Management

The first morning of classes, Timmy ate quickly, even for a ten-year-old boy.

"What's the rush, sport?" Wanda asked, disguised as a strawberry milk carton.

"Today we're taking all the introductory tests for our classes; I want to get there early so I can be prepared." The buck-toothed boy explained.

"Since when do you care about classes?" Cosmo asked, disguised as an apple.

"Since I started going to a super-school, duh!" Timmy said. He quickly dumped his tray into the garbage. "My first class is Survival! I wonder what we have to do… maybe they'll take us out to the top of a mountain and leave us there with nothing but a compass and a bag of trail mix!"

"I doubt that, you still have other classes to get to today, right?" Wanda reasoned.

"Maybe they'll take you back to your elementary school. No one could survive that!" Cosmo guessed.

"Whoa, don't even joke about that." Timmy said.

"Who's joking?" the green fairy replied seriously. (Or at least as seriously as he usually got)

"Who are you talking to?"

The boy hero jumped, only to find his new roommate standing behind him. Cosmo and Wanda, now disguised as a backpack and wrist-watch respectively, immediately clammed up.

"Oh, uhm… nobody?" The buck-toothed boy stammered.

Jimmy gave him an appraising look before changing the subject. "Never mind. Are you also in the Survival class this morning?"

"Yeah, it's gonna be awesome!"

"Good, I don't want the only person I know there to be Vortex." The boy genius said vehemently.

"Who's that?" Timmy asked, imagining a tornado-powered super hero.

"Cindy Vortex. I saw you talking to her after you got off the bus yesterday."

"Oh, her? Why wouldn't you want to be in a class with her? She's cool!"

Jimmy was taken aback. "Cindy, cool? Cindy is not cool."

"She's pretty, she's smart, she's nice…" Timmy listed off.

"Vortex is a snobbish bully with an intellect incapable of any insults beyond stooping to lowly name-calling." The boy genius insisted, flustered.

His roommate shrugged. "Well, she was nice to me."

In the time it had taken for their argument to run its course, the boys had reached the greenhouse where the survival class was held. A familiar face was waiting for Timmy there.

"Turner." Remmy Buxaplenty sneered. "Can't say I'm surprised to see you here."

"Buxaplenty? What the heck are you doing here?" The young hero gasped.

"Training to become a fabulously famous hero, of course."

"And just who are you?" Jimmy asked sharply.

"Remmy Buxaplenty, Rich Boy Wonder." The blonde boy replied smugly.

The boy genius looked him over. "You look like a cheap rip-off of Cleft."

Remmy frowned for a fraction of a second before replacing it with his usual smug smirk. "An expensive knock-off, actually." With that, he pulled out a large cannon that shot out large bags of money. Jimmy's muffled cries were barely audible under the bags of paper.

"Right." The rich boy nodded at his handiwork. "Now that he's taken care of, we can get down to business."

"And what business would that be?" Timmy asked apprehensively.

"Revenge, of course." Remmy suddenly tackled him to the ground. "Or did you think I'd just forget the deserted island and the F.U.N. rocket?"

"Back off Buxaplenty!" Wanda poofed the two apart. "None of that would have ever happened if you'd just left Timmy alone!"

"It is so sweet how protective you are of the boy." A suave voice with a Latino accent said softly in her ear. Wanda sighed in annoyance.

"Back off Juandisimo!" Cosmo poofed himself between the sexy fairy and his wife. "If anyone's gonna whisper sweet nothings in Wanda's ear, it'll be me!" The green fairy promptly poofed her into a protective crate with 'No sexy fairies allowed!' written on the side.

"Guys, cool it! Somebody's gonna see you!" Timmy warned them. "Look Remmy, I don't have anything personal against you. Really. But if you try and do anything to Cosmo and Wanda, I'll expose Juandisimo."

"Trying to force a true, eh? This is smarter than what I expected from you." Remmy observed.

"Yeah, and that sudden attack was more aggressive that what I expected from you." The buck-toothed boy replied. "Look, do you agree to a truce or not? Jimmy's gonna climb his way out of that pile of money soon."

"Oh very well." The two boys shook hands and Remmy entered the greenhouse.

"Timmy, you don't actually expect Remmy to keep that truce, do you?" Wanda asked as soon as he left.

"Why wouldn't he?" Cosmo asked, "He seems like a trustworthy guy. Unlike that good-for-nothing Juandisimo!"

"Well, I hope he does." Timmy said. "I don't want to cause Remmy any more trouble. Every time I do he just wants more revenge on me."

And with that the two fairies went back to their disguises. Cleft used the super arm in his utility cleft to lift the money bags off of Jimmy.

"Are you ok?"

"I'll be fine." The boy genius replied, surprisingly calm considering what had just happened. "What was that all about?"

"Oh, uh… I kinda know that guy from back home and… we… well, let's just say we didn't get along." Timmy stammered. Luckily at that time some of the other students arrived for class, cutting the conversation short.

The greenhouse was warm and humid. The thick vegetation made visibility limited, and blocked out most of the light. When the teacher arrived a few minutes later, it seemed like she had appeared out of nowhere.

"Alright y'all, I'm Miss Appear, an' today's the first day of Survival class. Gather up inta groups o' four."

Timmy spotted Cindy looking around for a group to join and immediately called out to her.

"Oh, hi Timmy. Do you mind if I join a team with you?" She asked.

"Yes please!" Timmy said a little too quickly.

"Hang on, we're room-mates, shouldn't we be on a team together?" Jimmy interjected.

"Oh, well, if you'd rather be on a team with Neutron…" Cindy rolled her eyes.

"Well, uh, why can't we be on a team together?" The bucktoothed boy asked.

The Retroville pair were about to start a long and angry list of why, when a girl with blue hair and red goggles approached the trio.

"Hey dudes, there aren't any open teams left, mind if I join you?"

They all paused for a moment. "Well, I guess that settles that." Timmy finally said. "Sure you can join. What's your name?"

"Frida. Oh, oops, I mean Guitar Girl."

"Ok!" Miss Appear called out, "Have y'all got yer teams?" The class replied with several affirmatives. "Alright, so now it's time for yer test. Y'see, the three most important things you need to survive are water, food, an' shelter. Today we're gonna see how well you know the second one. Your team has half an hour to collect as much edible food from the greenhouse as you can. If you collect something inedible or poisonous, it'll dock you points. An' whichever team gets the most points gets a hundred on the test. The rest of the scores will be curved from there. Y'all got that?" She barely paused before continuing, "Then go!"

Timmy turned to his team mates. "We need a plan of action. Uh, Cindy, do you have any ideas?"

Cindy smiled smugly, "Well, look who actually values my opinion. This is a timed test, so I say we gather up as many fruits and vegetables as we can."

"No, we get docked for anything that isn't edible!" Jimmy immediately shot her down. "We need to look up whatever we find in a survival guide and make sure it's good."

"That'll take too long! We've only got half an hour!" Vortex countered.

"Oh great." Timmy sighed. "You got any ideas Frida?"

"I dunno." The blue-haired girl shrugged.

"Ok then, how about we gather up as much as we can, and then in the last ten minutes we'll sort through it and check what's good and what's not?" The bucktoothed boy suggested.

"Fine." The Retroville duo conceded stiffly.

And so they did. With Cindy's flying and Frida using her guitar like an axe, they collected most of the fruits growing from tall trees that other kids couldn't get to. Timmy used the super arm to pull up roots and tubers. Jimmy had to content himself with gathering berries and other things near his height, which unfortunately were very picked over.

At twenty minutes in, they had far more than any other group. Except one. Remmy's group, which also included Black Cuervo, the Cactus Kid, and some other girl Remmy didn't care about, was obviously tied with Turner's. The rich boy watched as they sorted through the pile.

"You won't win this time Turner." He steamed to himself.

"Buxaplenty!" Black Cuervo yelled at him from their own pile. "Quit griping over your own rival and collect more food! You've hardly brought anything!"

"It's not my fault!" Remmy defended. "There's something odd about this place!" For the past twenty minutes he'd been caught by branches whipping back at him, small trees nearly falling on him, and mud splashing up on him, all caused by some invisible force.

"Well then, go steal some from somebody else!" The girl hissed.

Meanwhile with our heroes

Jimmy and Cindy had started another argument over whether or not a green coconut counted as edible since it wasn't ripe yet.

"You can still get coconut milk from it, and that's edible!" Neutron insisted.

"But the coconut itself isn't ready to eat! And on top of that, it's way harder to open before it's ripe. You'd need at least a chain saw to open it up!"

Timmy and Frida had finished sorting through the rest of the food, and had decided to go out and look for a little more, leaving the two from Retroville to guard the pile, but their argument had distracted them enough that they didn't notice Remmy quietly slipping fruit into a money sack. At least, not until Timmy and Frida came back with the extra food.

"Hey!" Turner shouted. Remmy bolted, the nearly-full sack trailing behind him.

"Oh, way to go you two." Frida said dryly. "If you'd paid attention instead of arguing over stupid stuff we'd be in the lead now."

"Well, if Nerdtron didn't have to be right all the time…" Cindy started.

"Me? You're the one who always has to be contrary!" Jimmy shouted. "Admit it! You do it just to make me mad!" He pounded the coconut tree next to him to emphasize his point. Everyone was surprised when several under-ripe coconuts fell to the ground because of it.

"Whoa, nice dude." Frida commented.

Jimmy froze. He was suddenly aware of his rapid heart-rate and heavy breathing. "I… I need to go!" He rushed off into the underbrush.

"Nerdtron, what the heck do you think you're doing?" Cindy called after him angrily.

"It's ok." Timmy reassured her. "I think I can still catch Remmy… uh… if I go behind this tree!" He ducked behind said tree. "I wish we—meaning me, Cosmo, and Wanda—were wherever Remmy is right now!"

"Nice catch." Wanda said before poofing them away.

"Stop right there Remmy!" Timmy called out when the fairy dust had cleared.

"Hah! Fat chance!" Remmy laughed, "I'm practically already home fre-oof!"

Remmy had tripped on… nothing? Timmy couldn't see any roots or rocks sticking up out of the ground. He shrugged and picked up the dropped sack of food.

"Way to go tripping Remmy guys." The boy complimented his fairies, "I don't think I'd have caught him if you hadn't."

"Uh, I didn't do that, did you?" Wanda asked her husband.

"No! I didn't do anything with the pig! And I was nowhere near the boys bathroom at the time!" Cosmo stammered. The two others gave him a funny look. "Oh… you mean trip Remmy. Right. Nope, I didn't do that either—I mean, what pig?"

Later, after class

They had won! Cindy in particular had seemed very please that she'd gotten a hundred percent on the first test. Frida didn't seem to care one way or the other, but she at least was happy with the result. Jimmy, surprisingly, was still nowhere to be seen. Timmy found him back at their dorm when he went to pick up his supplies for his next class.

"Hey, what happened to you back there?" The bucktoothed boy asked. "You ran off right when we needed to chase down Remmy."

"I'm sorry, it's just…" Jimmy trailed off, like he wasn't sure how much to tell, "I was starting to lose my temper, and… well, that would be… unfavorable, to say the least."

Timmy watched him as he left the room. He had only known Jimmy for a short time, but he didn't seem like the type of guy who got nervous. And yet, Timmy had seen him nervous two times. When he'd been asked what his powers were, and just now when he'd lost his temper. The bucktoothed boy wondered just what his roommate's power was.

Author's note: Extra long chapter to make up for the extra long wait.