Artemis Fowl and the High School Incident
Prologue
The body will be found tomorrow. No doubt about that. They will never suspect me; I planned it that way. Why blame me when you can blame the great Artemis Fowl the Second?
Chapter 1: High School
Fowl Manor, Dublin, Ireland
"Honey, we have a problem," said Angeline Fowl to her son, Artemis Fowl the Second.
"Yes we do Mother," said Artemis in a half good half bad mood. He had just sent another tutor away crying. "The problem is that these 'tutors' are trying to teach me things I learned when I was 4."
"Arty, I understand that, but you have to be nicer to these people. Your father and I have decided that you need more experience with interacting with people- "
"- but I,"
"People your own age Artemis. Minerva doesn't count because she's almost as bad as you with strangers although she's positively charming when she knows you." Angeline was stressing out now. "Your father and I realize it is our fault you are like this since we never did anything to prevent it, but we won't let Athena and Hermes grow up like that. No, we won't because then they might disappear too because we raised them wrong…" now Angeline was muttering to herself.
Artemis hated to see his mother like this on his account. He couldn't stand giving his parents any more grief than what he had given them for the past few years. "What do you suggest mother?" asked Artemis, bringing his mother back to the real world.
"Artemis, your father and I lave decided to enroll you into the local high school. The co-educational high school," said Angeline.
Artemis was dumbfounded. High school? "But Mother," he argued. "They must be teaching things I learned when I was 3!"
"Honey, we know. It was a very difficult decision to make, but we decided that you really needed experience with people your own age." And that was final.
Two days later, Artemis was at the front doors of the local high school at 7:45 am, 15 minutes before classes started. He went into the principal's office to speak to him.
"Well, son," said Mr. McDonald (the principal), "what grade are you in?" he asked.
Artemis, being Artemis, responded with a multicolored (or would be multicolored if he hadn't been wearing a blue contact lens) icy glare (although not as cold as it used to be). "If you read my documents," started Artemis, "you would know that I since I am 15, I should be in the 10th grade, even though, in reality, I can exceed most if not all college and university courses."
Mr. McDonald took immediate dislike to the pale, raven-haired boy.
Seeing this, Artemis, still being Artemis, gave Mr. McDonald his trademark vampire smile and said innocently (or as innocently as Artemis Fowl II could), "So, were is my locker?"
