In short, he felt strange. Not bad, not good, or even water in your shoes strange. Just strange. Just one of the inexplicable things about Mondays, he guessed. Maybe he was going into puberty early. Now that thought horrified him, and he really hoped that wasn't the case. Was eleven even early for that?

Note to self, ask Dad what age puberty hits boys. Timmy paused in his reflections to imagine just what reaction his father might have at such a question. He'd be happy until he heard the question, then he'd scream like a girl and faint, Mom will scold me and drag him off, still confused I'll have to go ask Cosmo and Wanda. Oo-kay, I'll just ask Wanda. Wait, I can't ask Wanda that, it's embarrassing! Gahhhhh! Mental anguish!

"TURNER!"

"Gahhh!" Hey, there's gum under my desk.

Timmy peered up from the floor to find Mr. Crocker staring at him, hunched over further than usual with a very dominant smirk prowling about his angular features. The lanky man popped back straight as a rod, rocked, and turned to walk back to the chalkboard, keeping his eyes locked on him over one stooping shoulder.

"Nice of you to join the living, Turner. I was just about to call the nurse, your spasms were distracting the rest of the class. Now, perhaps you'd care to tell me what 460,369,000,000,000 times 42 squared is?"

"What?! That can't be fifth grade math." Out of the corner of his eye he could see A.J.'s hand in the air as he got back in his chair.

Crocker flashed him a feral smile. "It isn't. Now, lets- what's that smell?"

Dozens of eyes looked round at the floor, ceiling, desks, outdoors, with a knowing gleam in every pupil.

"It smells like," Crocker closed his eyes and inhaled. "Yes! It smells like magic, which means FaIry goDpaReNTs!" His chiseled, onyx eyes were now ablaze with either passion or drugs, Timmy was willing to bet on both. "But where? And why? Nothing out of the ordinary has happened today."

Says you, Timmy thought, once again tuning out the ranting man. You didn't sneeze out glittery yellow snot monsters this morning at breakfast. Speaking of breakfast, he was still hungry, chasing down snot monsters before school didn't exactly leave him time to eat. Luckily for him, Wanda had poof-ed him up one of those on-the-go yogurt pouch things before shooing him out the door to catch the bus.

Poof. Timmy's eyes drifted down towards his snoozing green pencil. Wanda had stayed home with Poof today. His first tooth was starting to come in and everyone agreed no one need a cranky baby at school, especially a fairy baby. Timmy rubbed his tickling nose, slightly jealous of the infant who didn't have to listen to his temperamental nut of a teacher. The lunch bell rang just as he sneezed. With the distraction of twenty odd children racing for the door and the limited attention span of the majority, no one noticed Mr. Crocker go sliding into the desks with an less than masculine cry and loud crash.

Timmy's lunch bag landed on the table with a plop, followed by himself in the seat next to Chester who was already face first into his sandwich. A.J. leaned around the blond to catch his eye.

"So Timmy, up for a bit of the new Crash Nebula video game at my place after school?"

Wanda had packed his lunch he discovered, as he dumped the contents of his bag into a pile on the table. The fairy brand everything gave it away, which meant his mother had forgotten. Again. He frowned. Wanda hadn't thrown in any cookies. For once it was all healthy, or he thought it was, sometimes it was hard to tell with Fairy World products. Shrugging, he proceeded to chow down on what looked like a ham and cheese sandwich before realizing A.J. had been calling his name.

"What's with you today, Timmy? You've been out of it more than usual."

Chester swallowed to breathe. "Yeah, usually you stop before you hit the floor."

"Sorry guys, today has just been weird."

A.J. stared. "You're not still sick are you?"

"Wish I could get sick and stay home from school for a week."

"It's boring, trust me."

Chester balked. "But you've got all those neat video games, how could you get bored?"

"Oh it's possible when your mom decides to freak out and confine you to bed, never to move unless it's to the bathroom."

"Wow, that's harsh." A.J. sympathized.

"She even called over my neighbor, Mrs. Dinkleberg, to watch me in the afternoons because she couldn't take that much time off work. Worse yet, I was only sick for a day, but she said she didn't want to take the chance. Mrs. Dinkleberg is annoying."

"You had fun turning her hair different colors without her noticing," a tiny voice beside his ear pipped up. A faint smile crossed the boy's face. His godfather had finally woken from his nap, and he was right, it had been fun. Cosmo had even let him borrow his wand so he could try to do it himself. Of course he missed a lot, and in his opinion the walls were much improved by it, but Wanda had pointed out that his parents would probably notice the bright neon colors and changed it back to normal.

"Yeah, but that got boring after a day." Timmy replied.

"It probably did." A.J. said.

"What?" Timmy asked, startled.

"I said you could reread all your comics, and you just said it got boring after a day. I was agreeing with you."

Timmy laughed. "Oh, yeah, right." He quickly finished off the rest of his sandwich, chasing it with chocolate milk. Cookies. I want a nice big bag of chocolate chip cookies, 'cause this day sucks.

He tipped his lunch bag on it's end and shook to see if anything fell out. Knowing Wanda, she probably had enchanted the bag to only give him his dessert if he ate his sandwich first. Sure enough, a decent sized bag of chocolate chip cookies fell out.

"Yes," he cheered.

"Yes?" A.J. questioned him.

"Cookies!" Timmy held the bag aloft to gleam in the sunlight, causing the two beside him to "ooo". "Want some?"

"Sure!" Both A.J. and Chester chorused.

The bag lasted the rest of lunch, never seeming to run out of gooey cookies. Timmy was sad to have to stow it in his pocket, but it had drastically improved his mood so it wasn't all bad. His good mood seemed contagious too, because Chester and A.J. were also talking in high spirits as the three headed back to class, which was usually cause for dread.

Mr. Crocker was notably missing when they entered the classroom to take their assigned seats. A.J. stopped just shy of actually sitting at his desk, turning to Timmy who had already flopped into his chair.

"Timmy. Video games after school? My place?"

"Sure. Pizza?"

"Of course. Come at four, that'll give you time to drop your bag at home and me to finish the homework."

Aptly timing her entrance at the end of A.J.'s sentence, Principal Waxelplax's plump figure trotted into view followed by a nondescript woman with flaxen hair.

"Hello class, it would seem Mr. Crocker has had another accident and will be gone for the rest of the day." A thunderous roar of cheers left the principle giggling. She continued, "seems to think he was attacked by a small glittery yellow slug. This is his replacement, Miss Duncan. Have fun."

Just as she arrived, she left, muttering under her breath, oblivious to the students watching her. Timmy turned to the substitute and watched a pretty grin light up her face as she greeted everyone. Yeah, his day had just got a whole lot better, and he felt himself returning the smile.

"Timmy," Cosmo whispered from the desk top. "You forgot your parents are going out tonight."

"OK, today officially sucks," he mumbled, "that means I won't be able to go to A.J.'s. Do something Cosmo, can't you make Vicky sick or something instead of sleeping all day?"

"Hey," the green fairy argued back," it's not my fault Poof is teething and I stayed up all night with him so you and Wanda could sleep. Besides," he smiled cheerily, "Crocker's scratchy, ill-toned voice is perfect background noise. I always fall asleep when he talks."

Timmy sighed. His godfather could be so weird at times. "Fine. I'll get Wanda to make Vicky sick when I get home."

"You don't think I could do it?" Cosmo asked indignantly.

Timmy half smiled at him. "Not at this distance, you'd give half the school the flu."

Cosmo laughed. "Yeah, you're probably right. Hey, how about you do it."

"Uh, no, magic, duh."

Cosmo shook his head as best a pencil could. "No, I mean borrow my wand again, it cheered you up last time."

"True, but Wanda was there to supervise. Won't she get mad if we do this?"

"Who said we'd tell her!"

Timmy thought it over. "True. OK, soon as the class bell rings we find Vicky and hit her hard."

"Sounds good!"

The bell rang.


Ending this here is probably mean of me, but I want to leave it up to your imaginations to decide what happened. This isn't meant so much as one long story as it is short excerpts from Timmy's life as it's turning out. Meaning, I could decide to end at any time, which is why this still is listed as complete. I will, however, admit to having one other addition floating around in my head. As always, if you have questions or comments, message me! :) I'm happy to answer.