Finally, I finished this! Sorry for the delay, some parents have been complaining that we don't get enough homework, so the teachers are giving us more. It'll be a while until I update this again, since my Flower's birthday is coming up. I we discussed yesterday about what kind of fic to make her. It might be part of this, it might not. But it will be DP. BTW, she said she'll help me write this now. She hasn't seen DP in a long time, so no flames on her chapters please!

Disclaimer: I do not own DP or FOP, and I don't think it's Butch Hartman's fault DP was cancelled.

Challenge Topic #2: Lies

Point of view: Timmy

I was watching my parents pack for one of their "business" trips, when the doorbell rang. Dad opened the door to reveal a rather large man in an orange jumpsuit, a woman in a teal blue jumpsuit, and two teenagers; a girl with orange hair wearing a black and blue pants and a headband the same colour, and a boy with raven black hair that was the same style as mine, a white t-shirt with a red circle on it, blue jeans, and red conversers. I didn't know who any of them were, but they seemed sort of familiar.

"Trevor! It's been ten years since we last saw you!" the man said gleefully as he gave my dad a suffocating hug. Dad didn't look nearly as happy as the other guy. He looked kind of…guilty.

"Jack. Maddie. How…nice of you to come and visit," Mom greeted to the adults in jumpsuits. I couldn't help but notice that Mom had the same expression as Dad.

The lady in the blue jumpsuit looked at me with wide, sad eyes. "Jack, that boy…could it be she asked the other man, who I assumed was her husband.

Jack looked at me for a moment. It looked like he was going to cry. "What's your name, son?"

"Timmy," I replied, and his eyes grew wide. The woman, who I assumed was Maddie, was on the verge of tears. The two teens were staring at me curiously, and Mom and Dad had those same guilty looks they have whenever they're lying to me.

Suddenly, I had an idea. I excused myself and went up to my room. "Cosmo, Wanda, Poof, I need you now!" I called, and they poofed into my room.

"What do you need, sport?" Wanda asked.

"I wish my parents would tell me the truth until I find out what the heck is going on." I said.

"Poof poof!" Poof cried happily as he, Cosmo, and Wanda granted the wish.

Time to put my plan into action.

I went back into the living room. Mom and Dad had continued packing, and the other family was helping them.

I took a deep breath. "Mom, Dad," they all looked at me. "How do you know these people?"

"They were our friends, back when we used to live in Amity Park, before you born," Mom stated.

"And when our real child died when they had you, we decided to keep you for ourselves and moved all the way to Dimmsdale hoping that they'd never find out," Dad said casually, then slapped his mouth shut when he realized what he had just said.

There was an awkward silence, until the raven haired boy finally spoke. "It was you," he hissed, and I was sure I saw his eyes flash green. "You were the one that kidnapped my brother on Christmas Eve!"

"Trevor, Barnaby, how could you?" Maddie-I mean Mom-asked Mr. & Mrs. Turner. I refused to call them my parents anymore.

"We raised him better than you ever could," Mrs. Turner spat. That was the stupidest sentence that could ever come out of her mouth.

"You're terrible parents!" I yelled at them. "You always leave me alone with Vicky-who by the way, tries to KILL ME! You never remember my birthday, sometimes even my name! You never spend time with me when I want to, and on Take-Your-Kid-To-Work-Day, you hired some other kid to replace me! You always complain how much you wish I was Chip Skylark, or a girl. You lie to me all the time, but the worst lie is saying that I'm your son. You don't know how to raise a child. Heck, you don't even DESERVE to have kids!"

There was an awkward silence after that, until Mrs. Turner started bawling. When she and Mr. Turner left the room, Dad told me, "Pack up all your stuff, son. We're taking you home today."

I smiled, and gave him a hug. "Thank you," I said, and ran upstairs to tell Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof the good news.

"Timmy," Mr. Turner said. I stopped, but I didn't turn my head.

"Timmy, just remember that, we love you," Mrs. Turner said.

I glared at them with hatred, and then turned away. "Lies," I muttered under my breath, and I continued to make my way to my room.

Coop: See Timmy, it wasn't Santa who took you.

Dani: Your parents were just jerks that desperately wanted a child.

Millie: (turns to me) We are going to be in this, right?

Maybe, I still haven't decided yet. Please Read and Review!