Timmy looked around the house taking everything. The small walls of the room felt as though they were closing in. It felt suffocating and impossible to breathe.
The panicked young boy forced himself to go into his new room and he flopped down onto the bed. Of course, it had to be nearly rock hard. It was something he hoped that he could take comfort in, but that was not the case.
Timmy let out a shaky sigh and sprung out of his over to the dresser he found a pair of pajamas. Timmy wanted to smack his head against the dresser. They were gray, like every other thing in this fun forsaken place. And they were stiff and starchy made out of material that reminded him of cheap curtain material.
Timmy wanted to go home, to his own room, not be stuck in this place. He wanted to be able to see his parents. Most of all, he wanted Cosmo and Wanda. But none of that was going to happen. Maybe if he closed his eyes and went to sleep, he'd wake up in his own bed after this whole day turned out to be one horrific nightmare. He wished harder than he had ever wished before that that was the case.
The buzzing alarm that woke him up at six in the morning told him that that was not going to be the case. Timmy sat up looking at his bleak room and let out a frustrated groan. Why couldn't that have been just a bad dream?
As Timmy hopped out of the bed, his back cracked a horrid melody. That hard bed was going to be the death of any good nights sleep. Before Timmy could take two steps HP had appeared in his room.
"Good morning." HP smirked.
Timmy let out a groan and tried to push passed HP. As he did, his stride was thrown off as he was now fully dressed. Ugh, these black dress shoes were not comfortable in the least. And why did the stupid tie have to be so tight? Seriously, it was like having a noose around his neck. Maybe that was the point.
Timmy marched into the kitchen and threw open the cabinets, trying to find something to eat. The only thing he spied was granola bran cereal. He let out a frustrated groan.
"Seriously? Cereal is supposed to be sugary goodness and all you guys have is this wanna be cereal?" Timmy asked, already loosing his patience. "I think that I'd rather skip breakfast than eat that junk."
Timmy closed the cabinet door and found himself sitting at the dinning room table. There was a bowl of the boring cereal and a glass of orange juice in front of him. With the lack of color in Pixy World, Timmy half expected to be stuck with a glass of milk to go with the stupid color scheme.
"You will not be skipping the most important meal of the day because we don't have that sugary junk that you human children call food. Not eating breakfast will worsen your productivity level." HP said as he stared at Timmy.
Timmy stared back and forced himself to take a bite of the cereal. He shuddered and nearly gagged. For as boring and how much it resembled cardboard in imagery, its bland and horrible taste was magnified tenfold. He didn't understand how such a thing could be possible.
Timmy was so tempted to down the orange juice to remove the taste, but the memory of his alegric reaction to the fruit caused him to pull his hand back from the glass.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Timmy asked after forcing the cereal down.
"Too much sugar will only make your hyperactivity that you are known for worse. Speaking of which, we're getting you tested for ADHD. Adderall might make you a more complacent worker if that's the case." HP replied with a snide look.
"No I meant the orange juice." Timmy growled. "I'm severely allergic."
HP raised an eyebrow and a stack of papers floated in the air beside him. The pixie scanned through the papers with a blank expression on his face.
"I'm not finding anything in your file on allergies." HP replied.
Timmy huffed and crossed his arms. "Trust me, I am. My throat swelled up and couldn't breathe. They had to stick me with one of those stupid epic pens."
"You mean EpiPen?"HP corrected.
Even in that stupid monotone Timmy could tell HP was talking down to him like he didn't know anything. It was going to get old real fast.
Timmy waved a hand. "Same difference."
"Hmm. Well if that's the case, any other allergies your parents seemed to have neglected in telling us?" HP asked as Sanderson appeared beside him with a stack of papers and a pen.
"Uh, I'm also allergic to sauerkraut and some certain medicine but my parents were the ones who knew what it was, not me. I hate everything about the doctor. The more I can block out about that place, the better." Timmy answered.
HP sighed. Timmy wondered that maybe this was a good thing. Maybe he'd be too much trouble for them to handle and everything would go back to normal. One could only hope.
"Sanderson, go find out what allergies Mr. Tuner has and bring me the report. We need to find out what he's allergic to before we fill him full of Aderall." HP ordered.
In the blink of an eye, Sanderson disappeared leaving Timmy and Head Pixey alone.
"Finish your breakfast, we need to head to your school. I have a few things to discussions with your teacher and principle." HP ordered.
Timmy sighed and forced himself to eat the milk covered cardboardlike cereal. Darn, so much for being more trouble than he was worth. Timmy wondered what HP was going to say to his principle and Mr. Crocker. Whatever it was, Timmy had a feeling that it wasn't going to be good.