Trixie Tang stifled a cheer of triumph as she turned the page of the latest issue of Crash Nebula, the brave space warrior who, this week, saved the world from Dr. Neptune and rescued the fair Amphitrite. She closed her eyes, imagining that she was the one saving the universe from evil. She'd be the bravest warrior out there, and the first woman to earn her place as a General. General Tang, it really did have a nice ring to it, Trixie reasoned. A name that commanded respect for all the right reasons.

Which reminded her of the wrong.

She closed the delicate booklet as if it was a glass statuette that could break at any moment, and reveled in those last moments in her world of action before slipping the comic book into her Sayonara Pussycat case. She winced, staring at the smiling cat face below her. Seriously, why didn't everybody find it creepy? It just…smiles. All the time. And it mews. It doesn't "meow" like a normal cat but…mews. She shuddered, already missing the unlamented pages of the papery heaven she held only minutes before.

Well, one more touch wouldn't hurt, Trixie decided, opening the case slowly to brush a delicate finger across the cover of the comic book. She was so close, her fingernail barely touching the front cover, before:

"TRIXIIIE!" The mentioned girl gasped, her fingernail digging into the image of the brave warriors face. Trixie looked in horror as the realization washed over her that she ripped the front cover.

"God dammit," she swore, hastily putting it back in its case, and stuffing the painfully pink plastic into her backpack. She brushed her clothes down and fixed her hair, pushing it back with her God-awful pink headband, before unlocking the door of the cubical, her neon-pink backpack hanging off her shoulder. She opened the door, only to encounter her (however loosely the title was awarded) best friend, Veronica Richards.

"What the fuck, like, took you so long?" Trixie twitched a little at the annoying voice, but sighed. Just let it go, the mantra repeated in her head all day, it seemed. It's not like it was Veronica's fault that her voice was so…squeaky. And that she was ridiculously stupid. And shallow. And blonde. She closed her eyes and focused on her mission. It was the Commander Nova's orders that she, General Tang, act the way she was supposed to.

Like a popular little bitch.

"Excuse me, but I'm kinda on my period right now, so excuse me if I don't want to stain my new skirt," Trixie said in her "normal" snooty voice, nose upturned, each hand gripping the edge of the skirt she had bought just last weekend. It so, totally, looked like the others she had but this one, she had explained earlier that day, was more expensive.

Which was the truth. Ten dollars to the usual six. Sneaky bastards at Wall 2 Wall Mart.

"Then don't fucking wear white! Gosh!" Trixie bit her lip. Don't say it. Don't say it…but her lips started moving.

"You suggesting that you wear black so you don't have to worry about that stuff? Remind me never to borrow clothes from you again," Trixie said, her tone leaping from what was supposed to be snoot to sarcasm. She almost slapped her hand to her mouth. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Shit, this is gonna be bad…

"N-no, I w-was just kidding. I mean, ew? Stainage much?" Veronica regained her confidence with her disgustingly high-pitched laugh. Trixie didn't even bother to dignify that with a half-hearted chuckle, and instead raised an eyebrow, before turning to the sinks of the bathroom to wash her hands. If Veronica wanted to simultaneously be stupid and admit to staining herself during her period by accident, fine by Trixie. She couldn't care less.

And seriously, "stainage"? That can't be a word.

Suddenly, a slight giggle rang throughout the bathroom. Trixie turned around to see a short, bespectacled girl. Skin lightly-dusted with acne, only to be hidden somewhat by huge purple glasses and limp black hair tied in pig-tails, Tootie Johnson was the essence of geek. When she saw the popular girl staring, she hastily coughed and ran out of the bathroom. Veronica saw the blur of black and gray, and sneered.

"Omigod! Did you see that? She still wears that Catholic school outfit. So drab!" Trixie made a small hum of absent agreement. Honestly, she didn't mind Tootie's outfits anymore. They weren't really that bad, and were practical, even. No need to match this skirt with that shirt or anything. Everything was monochrome, and everything matched, like jeans and T-shirts. God, did she miss those.

"I bet that she's still wearing it to get that dweeb Turner to date her," Veronica continued after a moment, pulling out a tube of mascara to make her already fake-looking face even more painted-on. Trixie turned toward her, skeptical.

"Really? After you just said her clothes were boring? Besides that, didn't you like him at some point?" Trixie replied. Veronica rolled her eyes.

"It was a stupid phase. I was like, what, ten?" She had been talking relentlessly about Timmy Turner since he rejected her seven years ago, but Trixie decided that it was better to just keep her mouth shut and let her gossip like a good little bitch. "And, omigod, don't you know about, like, Catholic schoolgirl fetishes? It's the most common kind you know." If there had been a desk right in front of her, Trixie probably would have smashed her face onto it. Instead, all she managed was a shaky chuckle as she reached for the paper towels.

"O-oh, really?" Trixie asked, only half wanting the blonde to elaborate as she wiped her hands.

"Totally. Something about being secretly sexy, or something," Veronica explained, before laughing her signature snort. "Lol, they'd totally be the loser couple of the year!" The Asian girl weakly faked another laugh.

"Totally," she agreed, not sincerely nor sarcastically, as the pair walked out of the women's restroom.

Tang to Nova, back on track, regained cover. Awaiting further orders, sir.

Trixie groaned as she settled into her usual seat at the back of the classroom. As much as she loved her English class, she couldn't stand the people in it. Or, the person, to be specific.

Tad Hirsch.

"Hey babe," he said, as Trixie sat down, sliding an arm around her shoulder coyly. Trixie chuckled drily.

"Hi," she replied, almost in monotone. Tad pulled her into him, and Trixie felt his broad chest against the back of her head, and the masculine smell that surrounded him tickled and seduced the girl's sense of smell. She turned her head up to the boy's face, and he smiled a gorgeous smile, shiny white teeth gleaming. As she offered him a small smile in return, he winked, and his perfectly-styled, dark blond hair swayed out of his face for just a moment, revealing the dark blue eyes underneath.

God, she hated him.

"Guess what I found out?" Tad asked smoothly, whispering in her ear. Trixie shivered.

"What?" the girl replied, barely managing to hide her disgust.

"Y'know how you couldn't date me because your dad doesn't want you dating?" Trixie nodded, not liking at all where this was going.

"Well, I talked to your dad last night, and he gave me permission to date you!" Tad said winningly, pecking her on the temple. Trixie winced. Damn, it was the no-dating rule that was saving her from Tad.

Did she mention that she hated him?

"Wonderful," the Asian girl replied dully, even sarcastically, as she slid further into her seat. If the ground had a mouth, she'd hope it was under her feet so it could swallow her. Or, better yet, under Tad's feet and swallow him. Then she could go through a single period of English class without being flirted with.

"So…be my girl?" Tad said, voice dropping to a husky growl. Trixie felt her eye twitch a little.

Haaaaate…Haaaaate…

"I-" was all Trixie managed to get out before she was interrupted.

"Good morning, class!" Ms. Raynes said hurriedly, glasses askew as she rushed into the room. Her arms were flooded with notebooks and loose papers, and her cheeks were bright red from lack of breath. "Sorry I'm late, but someone in my last period class broke their ankle, and the only available room is on the other side of the school. And so I ran, and then I got stopped by the principle who thought I was a student again and-" the rather small teacher paused for a moment to allow herself a moment to breathe (or cough, as it happened) and dump her various papers onto her desk. "I'm here. Essays to the front if you don't want to fail my class," she finished, much calmer and sterner from her previous tone.

There was a shuffling of papers as kids revealed their essays from various notebooks, binders, and folders. From all except for the bozo on Trixie's right.

"You didn't do the essay?" the girl asked incredulously, pulling her own essay out of her bright-green binder. Tad shrugged his shoulders.

"She didn't exactly give us enough time. I had a great idea, but I needed to take time and care with it. She can't rush literary genius." Trixie had to give him credit-she had no idea he knew what "literary" meant. But still…

"She gave us two weeks to do it," Trixie replied, eyebrow arching. Tad rolled his eyes.

"I had other homework."

"She gave us three weekends." Tad blinked, before chuckling.

"Well, whatever. It's one essay, right? I'll just do it tomorrow." Trixie opened her mouth to say that, no, actually, Ms. Raynes said, quite clearly, that she wouldn't accept any late assignements, but changed her mind. Not her fault that she "conveniently" forgot.

The aforementioned teacher smiled as the essays made their way to the front.

"Alright, class," she started, walking around her desk and sitting on the top of it. "Today we're going to work on the partner projects we talked about yesterday. You all have a week to do them, and they're to be done in groups of two." Trixie groaned, not allowing her eyes to shift to the side. She couldn't, wouldn't, let Tad be her partner; not if she wanted to sacrifice both her grade and college recommendation from easily one of the best teachers she'd ever had.

"And, since this is a cooperation assignment, you will be assigned partners." Trixie sat up tall in her seat as Tad slouched in his. This was promising; now there was only a slight chance of her getting paired with Tad.

"And, to make it more fair to others; will everyone to the right of Tad's row please come up to get a slip of paper. Those people will be your partners." And now there is no chance, the Asian girl on Tad's left mentally danced, as the realization struck her that she wouldn't be paired with Tad.

"Ugh, this sucks," Tad moaned, rubbing Trixie's back consolingly. Trixie nodded, perhaps a little too perkily.

"Yep. Well, always next time," she replied, fighting hard to keep the smile off her face. She watched as a small crowd of kids formed around the teacher's desk, hiding Ms. Raynes from view.

"Uh…Trixie?" a voice shyly asked. Tad and Trixie spun around to see a rather tall African American boy standing behind them, a little slip of paper clutched in his hand.

"Back off, nerd. She's mine," Tad growled. Trixie rolled her eyes and stood up.

"Easy sweetheart," she managed to get out without gagging. "He's probably my project partner, right?" the boy nodded.

"Er…yeah," he affirmed, looking around the room. Trixie followed his gaze to an Indian boy still at the teacher's desk, waiting to get a paper. Must be friends, she realized, before mentally slapping herself. Well, duh, they were both in Turner's group of friends. The Indian guy was Sanjay Johri, and the guy now shifting from foot to foot was…

"Andrew Jones, right?" the boy, Andrew, nodded.

"Yeah…" he trailed off, awkwardly. The three teens were silent for a moment. "So…let's find a place to sit, I guess," Andrew eventually finished. Trixie nodded and made a motion to move, before Sanjay walked over.

"Tad, right? We're partners for the project." Sanjay said this fairly fast, almost businesslike. A pretty strong contrast from his friend's introduction.

"Whatever, nerd," Tad said, rolling his eyes. Sanjay sighed, and turned to look at Andrew.

"See you later?" Sanjay asked, an unidentifiable emotion sparking in his eyes. Andrew nodded, a wide smile gracing his face.

"Why shouldn't you?" the two friends laughed, and Trixie absently let out a small smile. That was the sort of friendship she craved. Friends that could joke around like that and make every word meaningful.

Tang, focus on the mission.

Apologies, Commander. Back on target.

"Come on, loser. Let's get this over with," Tad said, dragging the Indian boy away. The two friends exchanged one last glance before Sanjay looked toward where the blonde was pulling him.

"So, should we just sit here?" Trixie asked cautiously. Andrew nodded.

"Sure, I guess," he replied, sitting down. Another moment of awkward silence.

"Okay, this is ridiculous," Trixie finally said. Andrew looked at her, somewhat alarmed.

Tang, what are you doing?

"We can't just sit here doing nothing, Andrew. I don't want to fail English, and you don't want to fail English. We're going to need to talk at some point," Trixie continued. Andrew let out a startled smile.

Relax, Commander. It's one person, it won't compromise the mission.

"Yeah, I guess," he said, holding out a hand. "But it's kinda weird hearing someone other than Mom and Dad calling me 'Andrew.' Can y- er, do you mind if you call me A.J.?" Trixie grinned in return and reached her hand out.

"Why shouldn't I?" she replied, and they shook.

General's Log: God, I wish the mission was over. Having real friends seems fun.

And here's the first chapter of my first Fairly Odd Parents fanfic. I don't have much to say, other than it's been strangely fun to write this. I mean, normally, I just think about the fic for ages and only get a little bit done at a time. This is the first time I had a thought, thought became plot bunny, and plot bunny actually made it on paper- er, screen. I'm, of course, ignoring the fact that I started this about a week ago and only finished it now.

This has been something on my mind for ages. It actually started as a One-Shot about Trixie being forced to maintain a permanently girly persona, but I kinda liked the idea of her having an over-active imagination like the rest of us crazy FanFiction writers, which leads me to believe that, eventually, she'd start to crack and let her true self out. This chapter, naturally, is the beginning of the cracking period.

Wow, that sounded weird.

Anyway, if you have any critiques on plot, characterization, writing style, etc., please feel free to tell me. Remember, I can't improve unless I know what I'm doing wrong.

Thanks for reading!

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