Okay, so this is my first fic. Actually, it's this first part of my first fic. I put it on here to see if people like my writing style, and want me to post more. The next chapter would be the rest of this story, then the rest of the chapters would be little drabbles...
Flames are welcome, but I would prefer constructive criticism. Also, if the characters are OOC, please tell me. I HATE OOC CHARACTERS!
-books4life7
"I don't like lollipops."
"A lollipop, Mother? I asked for a new suit!" complained Artemis.
"I merely thought that you would enjoy it. An eight year old can't be this uptight all the time, Arty!" replied his mother, Angeline Fowl.
"I suppose one lollipop cannot hurt. It is rather big, though, Mother," sighed Artemis. Artemis had no problem, really, with the lollipop. He had just been looking forward to that new Armani.
Ring! Ring! "Oh, Arty, your friends are here! I bet they brought the best, most wonderful gifts!" exclaimed Mrs. Fowl.
Artemis rolled his eyes at his mother's horrible grammar and responded patronizingly, "As you well know, Mother, I have no friends. The civilians ringing our doorbell are merely children who are too scared of Butler not to accept your invitation to my 'birthday party',"
"Be cordial, at least, Artemis," pleaded Mrs. Fowl as she walked towards the door. Artemis would have grunted in "agreement" is he had been a normal child. As it was, Artemis turned and walked into the dining hall.
A few moments later, a dozen or so children filed into the dining hall. They all wore extremely formal clothes, and fidgeted slightly. It was almost as if they expected Butler to pull a knife on them. Artemis smirked. He would LOVE to see Charles' face if that happened.
The Charles in question seemed to have noticed something odd. He was busily whispering to his neighbor when Artemis cleared his throat.
"Is something amiss, Charles?" said Artemis.
"Yes…" mumbled the boy. Then he seemed to gain confidence, "Why are you holding a lollipop?"