Author's Note:
I attribute the game of Crunchball to the Fan fiction Writer Humhallelujah. The story will most likely NOT be Trouble / Holly, but they will be friends. Personally, I am not a shipper and will succumb to fan pressure. Ergo, you choose how I ship. I will update after five reviews; I have the next chapter read. The moment the fifth review comes... new chapter.
Also, to get into the LEP Academy, you have to apply at Traffic (Retcon; I noted from later Chapters. [And Look up Retcon])
Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl or any associated characters.
Holly Short's Diary:
I'm not a sissy anymore. Lipstick and dresses are gone; so don't expect me to hang on to dear diary and romance obsession. My name is Holly Short, and this isn't the story of me become a model, it's me becoming one of the best LEPrecons there are. But, to make it authentic, I'm going to start from the days I wasn't the best of officers and speak of when I was fresh out of adolescence, entering the academy.
When I was sixty, still a youngster by fairy standards, I was finishing the last year of mandatory education. I was the girl who hung out with guys, but didn't flirt with them. In fact, any feminine friends of mine were love struck by any one of the jocks. I wasn't going to associate with anyone like that. For instance, I once found one of their diaries. I was scarred by the girly obsession with men.
The year was coming to an end, and I was struggling to achieve the fairy equivalent of A-minuses. The way our mark system work was percentile based; and then school based. So, I was around the 91st percentile at a slightly above average school. The school was rated by a percentile system, too. Those two percentiles were averaged to see where I was in the overall fairy population.
The year finally did came to an end, and I achieved 93rd percentile through sheer effort. I wasn't academically talented. I was, however, the fourth best dunker at crunchball. There was one other event that I'll remember. I remember when they threw us into a simulated world. Every student watched the same bully bullying the same victim, but everyone felt alone. I was the second person that reacted this way, and the other was a boy, of course. His younger brother kept saying "Mommy won't like your violent tendencies." I jabbed the bully's solar plexus and broke his nose. Needless to say, this got the attention of my teachers and a firm talking to.
So, graduation. What an odd thing. Fairies, unlike humans, wear whatever they think expresses themselves to graduation. I remember every other girl wore a miniskirt. I wore black jeans and a t-shirt. The t-shirt was awesome, with LEP in steel blue and a pair of wings. I knew where I wanted to work. LEPrecon. And, like everything else I tried, I knew I would succeed.
Trouble Kelp's Journal:
Oh, where to start. I've wanted to keep a journal since I was mid thirties, but now I will. I'm beginning my sixties, and I've decided to keep track of my day-to-day thoughts and what goes on in life. I'm finally graduating school and applying for the Lower Elements Police Academy. If I had to evaluate myself, I'd say I'm prone to action and intensely determined to do the right thing.
Unlike my illegally drinking peers and flirtatious "friends" I have been dedicated to school-work. Fighting for 94th percentile with some girl, I had the brains to get into the LEP. And, in all humility, I had the muscle. Since I was a mere toddler, around fifteen, I've wanted to be one of the elite LEPrecon agents who save the fairy race by hiding our existence. At thirty-two I established a physical regime I have followed, and I eat healthier than most fairy health advocates.
My name is Alexander Kelp, but only my mother and younger brother Grub know this. Everyone I consider a friend, enemy, fairy or animal knows me as Trouble. I'm not a trouble-maker, but it just seems to fit me. And I have gotten in trouble a few times with the school, but only when doing what my moral compass demanded.
Overall, life's pretty perfect for me. The only nuisances are my brother and my mother. Neither of them mean poorly, either. I just seems their big mouths get them into trouble. I remember when Grub and I were at the bank during a holdup. A few goblins with stolen Neutrinos broke in, and held the teller on the wall.
Grub, of course, ran outside and yelled "Police! Police! The bank is being robbed." One of the goblin opened fire on the young elf. I charged in and executed a chop to the solar plexus I had once heard legendary LEPrecon officer Julius Root performed. I then flicked the dial on his illegally acquired Neutrino to rare and fried the other goblins. Ever since then, since such heroic feelings, I've wanted to be in the Lower Elements Police. What could possibly hold me back?
