Hi!I am new to this site, so….yeah. Set after TLG.

Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl, but I do own my OCs.

Dublin, Ireland. Alex's POV

"Oh my Froud! I just finished the last book!" My friend Maddox yelled into the phone. "DUDE! I am totally suing you for that. I swear my ear is bleeding!" I said playfully. "Whatever. How's the new Manor? I think it's not fair that you get to live in Ireland. Look for Artemis Fowl. I still wonder if the books aren't fiction. That would be awesome if they weren't. I'd totally want to see Ms. Holly Short." Maddox's voice got all dreamy and distance. He adores Holly. The car stopped. "We're here. Gota go and call Kristina. Bye." I hung up. I got out of the car and got some of my boxes. I carried them up the steps and into my new house. My father's job had made us move here. My sisters, Miley and Becca, were as thrilled as me. They were jumping up and down, well Becca was at least. Miley was busy practicing her splits and back bends. She was already showing us that she was more like me, and she was only five. Becca took after my mother's fun and happy side. I mean my father was sorta like that but could be a little strict.

I started unpacking while at the same time trying to call my best friend Kristina. I finally managed to after about twenty minutes of struggling. "What cha' want?!" Kristina barked. "Um... Dude it's me, Alex." I said awkwardly. "Oh! Well hello. How's your new Manor?" she sounded sad. I was her only friend. Now that I had left she was super sad and lonely. "It's cool, I guess. Not as good as my old home in Florida, but it'll do." I laughed, trying to sound happy, but failed miserably. I was both sad and happy. Happy that I'll get to live in Ireland and sad that I had to leave all friend behind. You would think I wouldn't feel sad considering I only had three friends, but I did. I am geek/nerd, I didn't have feelings. Everyone thinks that. They also think just because I have glasses and I am smart I am to be avoided. Wow, aren't my peers nice? "Do you like it there?" Kristina asked. "Um... sorta of. I think it's a little too cold." I started to put up my Artemis Fowl books. I turned the other way, not seeing the box right in front of me. I stopped and stumbled back when my foot touched it. My back hit the shelf I had put my books on. It shuddered and fell on top of me. "Oh my Froud." I wheezed. I don't think anyone heard the crash. I bet they were all outside. "ALEX! ALEX! ARE YOU OKAY?! SPEAK TO ME!" Kristina's shrill voice drifted to my ears. "D'arvit. My bookshelf fell on me." I gasped into the phone. "Oh gods, are you okay. That thing weighs at least ninety ponds! You could have broken a rib. Move and see if it hurts. Even the slightest of pain could mean something." Kristina commanded. "Kristina I already know all this." I rolled my eyes. "Okay no concussion. Still your self" she sighed. I moved and I felt no pain. "No pain. My parents haven't come up yet. Could you call my father's cell and see if he could help me up?" I asked. "Yes, but I'll have to hang up. I don't want you to hurt yourself anymore." Kristina said worriedly. "Kristina! Could you…..please call my parents?" I winced as Kristina gasped. "Oh-um, okay. I-I will!" Kristina stuttered. I smiled. I made her stutter. I could never surprise Kristina, she could never be surprised. And now I finally did! Mark number five off my list.

The line went dead. Five minutes later my parents and siblings rushed in. "are you okay?" my father asked. He and mother pulled the shelf up. Then I noticed seven other people in the doorway. Miley and Becca were excited. They were speaking rapidly to each other in French. They always speak different languages when they were excited. I stood up and brushed off my designer jacket and pants. "D'arvit that hurt." I flipped my hair. Someone gasped and two people disappeared from my sight. Becca handed me my fallen glasses. "Thank you, Becca." I nodded at her to show her my thanks. Then I looked at my doorway and saw-