Disclaimer: I don't own the Fairly Odd Parents

June 17th

Today was the last day of school! I honestly couldn't be happier about it; although I will miss tormenting my teachers and fellow classmates. Ah well, I can make up for it by being extra mean to Tootie and the twerp this summer.

Speaking of Tootie, she's getting her braces off in a few months, the little runt! I wish our folks had fixed my teeth when I was younger (not that they're not beautiful of course), but the fact they didn't bother doing it just makes me mad!

What was I talking about? Ah yes, the last day of school, and I decided to go out with a bang! I decided to give away some brownies I made to all my fellow students, only they weren't exactly safe. You see, these kids really pissed me off this year, so I decided to put laxatives in the brownie mix. It was an absolute riot watching all those kids struggle to find a working toilet! Most of them ran off campus into the woods so nobody could see them do their business; the smell was pretty awful.

The rest of the day was boring though. I had to pick up brace-face because she missed the bus again! When I was her age, hell, even younger, I had to walk to and from school because my lousy parents were too busy 'working' and my bus driver never showed up on time!

Well, Mrs. Turner just called, so I have to go babysit Beaver Boy!

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That went better than I expected. I saved one of my brownies especially for the twerp. He was a bit skeptical at first, but I told him it was either eat the snack or rub my feet. He took the brownie. I don't know what his problem is, it's not like my feet are dirty, but feet creep him out for some reason; he's weird.

Anyway it was hilarious! Within ten minutes he rushed upstairs to use the bathroom, but I was already in the shower by then. So about thirty minutes later I got out to check up on how miserable he was---only he didn't look miserable, which made me mad.

"Why aren't you in pain!?" I spat.

"I used the outhouse," he explained.

"But you don't have one!" I protested, "Where did you get it!?"

"Uh…internet?" he suggested meekly.

Damn that infernal contraption! It's made things way too convenient! So, to get back at him I made him clean the entire house with a toothbrush! His parents didn't get home until two in the morning this time, so I got about three hundred dollars for over time. Life is good!

A/N: Eh, I know it wasn't that great, but I just thought I'd make something to brush up on the setting. Things will get more interesting in the next chapter and complications will arise for our red haired heroine/villian. Well, tell me what you thought so far.