Hello everybody! Well, here it is, the SEQUEL to "Looks Can Be Deceiving." Please read and enjoy this masterpiece of literature. (Okay, maybe not a masterpiece, I'm not perfect.) This story introduces my new OC Memory Jay Turner, who some of you met in the last chapter of "Looks Can Be Deceiving." In this story, she's 10.

I don't own Fairly Odd Parents. It's sad, but there's nothing I can do about it.

Chapter 1

Memory Jay Turner never heard a fairytale in her life.

Her parents didn't read her books before bed, or take her to the library. Little Red Riding Hood, Cinderella, The Little Mermaid, and many other wonderful stories were never told to her eager little ears.

But that didn't mean Memory's parents didn't tell her stories. In fact, she received a story every night, no matter what. But these stories were true stories. Stories of a girl named Jenny Glee Cain.

From the day she had been born, Memory had heard about Jenny. And she was enthralled with her. She wondered about her, dreamed about her, practically worshipped her. Her greatest pride came from knowing that she had been named after her. "Memory" for the memories that filled the mind's of her parents, and "Jay" to symbolize the first letter in Jenny's name.

Memory was always told that she looked like her parents. Her hair was in a sleek bob, and a mixture of milk chocolate brown with natural streaks of blond. She was short and skinny, with an air of confidence that came from her mother. Her eyes were round with pumped eyelashes, but they weren't blue like her parents. They were hazel, which confused a lot of people. That was the only difference between her and her mother and father.

Memory was the ultimate cross between a girly-girl and a tomboy. She owned a Crimson Chin action figure and a designer doll. She knew how to dress presentably, and look good, but often got her designer clothes dirty playing in the mud and having stink bomb wars with her dad. She listened to pop and heavy metal.

Memory's life was perfect. She had good friends, she was smart, and she had parents that cared about her.

But that didn't stop her life from changing.

It all started the day she turned ten years old. But nobody knew that because the day was so normal! Memory's parents let her stay home from school and they took her bowling, her favourite activity. Then afterwards Hannah, who was Memory's mother, took her shopping while Timmy, Memory's father went home. By the time Hannah and Memory came home, they were shocked to find Memory's grandparents there, the house decorated for a surprise party. "Wow!" Memory exclaimed in wonder. "This place looks grander then the queen's palace!"

"Only the best for our ten year old princess." Timmy swooped Memory up in his arms, even though she was big and heavier than she had been when she was a baby. He kissed her, and Hannah copied. Then he swung Memory around in the air, causing her to whoop with joy. "Be careful! Don't break anything!" Hannah scolded, watching them worriedly.

"Aw Mom, get your heart out of your mouth. We won't break anything. And if we do, I'll pay for it myself, even if it takes until the cows come home." Memory smiled. Speaking in idioms was another one of Memory's grand qualities. She found them fascinating, and always knew the right one to make a situation better.

Finally the family ate dinner together. It was Memory's favourite, bacon mushroom penne. Then everyone sang "Happy Birthday," and Hannah sliced the birthday blueberry pie. Every year it was tradition to celebrate with pie instead of cake because Memory couldn't eat cake. The icing was too sweet, and made her sick.

After pie, Memory opened her gifts. She received a brand new shirt and jeans that hadn't even been put out in the stores yet from her mother, a fashion designer, and the one who had designed the outfit. Her grandparents on her mother's side gave her a bouquet of beautiful mixed roses. She received a pair of green roller-skates from her dad, and a pink baseball cap from her grandparents on her father's side.

"This used to be your father's." her grandmother said. "He wore it all the time. Never took it off. It's a shame he still doesn't wear it."

"Mom, I can't wear a pink baseball cap to the office. What would people think?" Timmy protested in embarrassment. "Besides it's too small for me now. But it's the perfect size for Memory."

Memory giggled and put the hat on. Instantly she felt safe and secure. It made her smile widely. It was as though the hat had been made for her. "I'll never take it off. I promise." she swore, making an "X" shape over her heart.

That night, after the grandparents had left, and Hannah had gone to work, Timmy was sitting with Memory on her bed. "Did you have a good day?" he asked.

Memory nodded and adjusted her pale yellow nightgown, covered with brown puppies. She was also wearing a comfy pair of dark brown pyjama pants underneath. "Yes."

Suddenly she got an idea. "Hey Dad, next year for my birthday, can you introduce me to Jenny Glee Cain?" Memory never called Jenny by her first name. She always referred to her whole name.

Memory's question shocked Timmy, and it took him a few minutes before he could shake his head. "No Memory. I can't do that."

"Why not? I just wanna talk to her, you know, chew the fat. You've told me so much about her, I just really want to meet her."

Timmy shook his head again. "It's not possible. I'm sorry Memory."

"Oh." Memory looked down at her hands in disappointment, and began twiddling her thumbs.

"Hey." The word made her look up again. Timmy smiled. "Have I ever told you about the time when me and Jenny were kidnapped by anti-fairies?"

"What's an Anti-fairy?" Memory asked, curiosity getting the better of her. "I'll tell you in a minute. But first, I want you to understand that this is a story your mother doesn't know about. And it's got to be kept a secret. Can you do that?" Timmy asked in a serious tone.

Memory nodded and made the same "X" shape she had earlier. "I cross my heart." she promised.

"Alright." Timmy shuffled on the bed to get comfortable, then started talking again. "Anti-fairies have blue skin, and most of them have red eyes. Instead of pretty angelic wings, they have black bat wings. Sticking out of their mouths are two sharp fangs. They like to cause bad luck, and some of them scheme to take over the world. They are the literal opposites of fairy god parents. If a fairy is pretty, their Anti is ugly, if they're smart, their Anti is dumb. Understand?"

Memory's head moved up and down in acknowledgment, and Timmy continued to speak. "Well, Jenny and I were visiting Lake Bigfoot when suddenly three Anti-fairies appeared out of nowhere! They took us hostage and brought us to their castle in Anti-Fairy World." Timmy continued to speak, telling Memory all about escaping the cage, splitting up, discovering the Anti-fairy's plot, getting cornered, and then being saved by Jenny. He finished the story with, "After that, the Anti-fairies never bothered me again."

"Wow." Memory said in awe. "That was the greatest story ever!" Memory jumped up on her bed, and pretended to yield a sword at an unseen enemy. "Too bad it's not true."

"Why do you say that?" Timmy asked.

Memory turned around and jumped on her father pinning him down on his back on her bed. "Everyone knows that fairies aren't real. So if fairies don't exist, then Anti-fairies definitely don't exist. Anybody who thinks they do must have a bee in his or her bonnet."

Timmy chuckled to himself. "You never know Memory. Sometimes people who seem as mad as hatters are actually right. I mean, think about the dude who invented electricity."

"Yeah that's true. But there's also the crazy dude who thought up evolution!" Memory rolled her eyes. "And you know that's not true. There is absolutely no way that I'm related to a chimpanzee!"

Timmy's eyes narrowed mischievously. "Well actually Memory, I've never told you this, but your mother and I adopted you from the Dimmsdale Zoo. Your real mother actually is a chimpanzee. That's where your crazy personality comes from." he chuckled. "The first day we saw you, you were in the cage up on the very top of the coconut tree, throwing banana peels at spectators.

"You liar!" Memory giggled, as her father suddenly flipped her over onto her back and started tickling her stomach, which was her most ticklish spot on her whole body. "Stop! That's not fair! I wasn't expecting to be attacked! It was a bolt out of the blue!" Memory squealed, flailing her arms around and kicking in desperation. Finally after 5 minutes of merciless tickling, Timmy got up. "I think it's time to go to bed."

Memory sighed and crawled under her covers. "Alright."

Timmy gave her a kiss on the top of her head, then walked to the door and turned off the light. "See you in the morning." he said sweetly, leaving to get ready for bed himself.

Memory snuggled deep underneath her covers and quickly fell asleep, dreaming of fighting side by side with Jenny and her father against a large swarm of anti-fairies.

Little did she know, that the next day she really would meet a group of Anti-fairies.

Dun dun dun! Please tell me what you think in a review. Also, what do you think about Memory? Do you like her? Hate her? Do you think she's terrible compared to Jenny? Let me know! I want to know!