I don't own Artemis Fowl. If I did, the graphic novel would have looked a lot different.
This is my first fan fic. Prepare yourself for the worst!
'"Is this heaven?" I asked.
"No," Dad said. "It's a pizza parlor." '
Life as we knew it
One of my most favorite books ever.
So…
Artemis woke up feeling very, very tired. He had stayed up very late last night working on Holly's birthday present. Being a genius he knew that staying up late was absolutely not good for the human body, but he considered it worth it. He changed out of his grey silken pajamas (that style seems to fit him, right? Pardon the pun. Actually, don't. I love puns. Hopefully it won't be pun-ishment for you…heh heh heh.) into a casual designer suit.
When he arrived downstairs, he found that he was the last person in the household up. Even Beckett, the notoriously late sleeper, had found his way out of bed and down to the kitchen. Artemis sighed, poured himself a glass of apple juice (Harry Potter says that chocolate heals the soul after a dementor encounter. He's wrong. Apple juice is the true healer for the soul.) Juliet had left some pancakes out, and he helped himself to those. Scrumptious.
Mrs. Fowl entered the room, slightly out of breath from her recent workout. She had taken to going on runs with her husband, even though he could sure run a lot farther than her. "Morning, Arty!" She said cheerily.
"Morning, mother," He muttered. Still not fully awake.
"Arty, darling. I have some good and bad news. You know that we were having Father's birthday dinner tomorrow?"
"Yes?"
"Well, it looks like we will have to have it tonight. It turns out that he has a very important conference to attend to tomorrow."
Artemis Fowl II was indignant.
"Mother…family always trumps my business trips. Why not his? And also, I have…ah…plans for this evening."
Angeline sighed. "Well, Arty, your plans will have to wait. Family…"
"…is always more important." Artemis finished for her exasperatedly. This seemed to be the family motto nowadays – forget 'gold is power'.
After waking himself with a splash of coldish water in the face, Artemis sat down at his desk to work out his new problem. He should have anticipated this…Holly's birthday was only a week apart from his father's. Tonight was the night that he was planning to meet his fairy friends in honor of her birthday, and also give her The Present. The Present had been in the works for the past several months, almost bigger than The Project (see antlantis complex.).
Sorry there is not a proper ending. Don't mind me. I'll update if I have time and if I figure out how!
I don't feel like writing anymore because I gots a tummyache from drinking too much water. I've been trying to hydrate for a race tomorrow.
Yes, I know I'm a sucky writer. Every time I look at this I get more and more depressed. But in a good way. (Now how does that work?)
Don't be a hatin' on me! I really do love artemis fowl, truly. I just can't write like Eoin Coulfer try as I might!
….Feelin' so fly like a G-6.
