Magic Human Experiment
I don't own Artemis Fowl
"And stay away from, dirt person," the other kids ran.
I held back my tears. Daddy says a soldier doesn't cry, because they been through so much pain they have to be strong.
"Honey, are you okay?" a voice said above me. It was daddy. I know he's my daddy but we don't look alike by a big difference. That big difference applied with everyone.
The other children that weren't hairy and walk on two legs are really skinny and have kaleidoscope eyes.
"Daddy, why does everyone hate me?" I asked.
"It's because you're different and come from a different place," he answered.
"Do I even belong here? I don't even have pointy ears," I said.
"Everyone is born differently," he said.
"But why do they call me dirt person?" my eyes started watering again.
"I guess I should tell," Daddy knelt. "It's true you're not like the other children because you're human, that's why they don't like you."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because human pollutes the world on the surface, making us have to live underneath it," he said. "And if they found out we exist, they'll try to destroy us."
"Then why do I know about them?" I asked.
"When you were on the surface, they treated you like an object that's for there for their needs," daddy explained, "You were miserable and so lifeless."
"Will I ever go back to the surface, daddy?" I asked.
"I know you will some day, but I wish you wouldn't," Daddy mumbled that last part that I barely heard it. "Let's go home now."