Okay, I was noticing that there weren't many new complete stories for Artemis Fowl, so I'm going to write one for you guys. Okay? Okay. Enjoy! ")
It's Nice to Have Friends
Artemis Fowl was in a session with St. Bartleby's counselor, Dr. Po. He was irked that he had to cancel an appointment with a few dealers in the market to make it to this appointment. Normally, he would just skip it, but his mother made sure that he came to his monthly session, and today was no exception.
"So, Artemis, how are you today?" Dr. Po asked.
Artemis leaned forward in his chair. "I am quite fine at this moment, but I do wish for this so-called session to end quickly, as I am missing a very important meeting to attend this appointment."
"Ah, I see." Dr. Po said, scribbling in his notebook.
Artemis rolled his eyes. If Dr. Po understood what he was talking about, then he was a monkey's uncle.
"And why do you feel the need to go to this meeting?" Dr. Po asked.
"I don't, as you say, 'feel the need to', but instead, I would rather go to one that talk to you. I have no doubt that the meeting will be at least a bit intellectual, while talking to you, simply put, is not." Artemis replied with a sadistic smile.
Dr. Po drew himself up. "Artemis, this lesson may not teach you anything, but it may help you. I see no reason why you should try to avoid it."
"As I said, Dr. Po, you may not understand that I don't need you to help me; I am merely here because my mother wishes that I am here." Artemis replied coolly.
"Very well, Artemis, we shall move on to today's questions." Dr. Po said, "Why do you skip classes and simply infuriate your teachers?"
"I skip class," Artemis responded, "because I already speak the language they are teaching, I have known how to do advanced calculus since I was in first grade, and I am only showing the teachers how to deal with difficult problems. If they can't handle one mere child, how can the handle the real world when they come to it? I am simply testing out the Chaos Theory during their so-called 'advanced' calculus, because I already know how to do what he is teaching the class."
"Artemis," Dr. Po addressed, "you must stop angering your teachers. They are only trying to help you. I understand that yes, you are a genius and may already know how to find what x is when implied to the second variable and cubed with 356 divided by 7, but there are other students in class with you. They are not genii, ("that's an understatement" Artemis thought) so they don't know what you do. All the teachers are asking you to do is to cooperate. Is that really so hard?"
Artemis said insincerely, "No, Dr. Po, it is not. I will try to do better in the future."
Dr. Po tried to detect sarcasm in his words, but decided to move on. "Very good, Artemis. Now, do you have any friends?"
"No, Dr. Po, I find friends a bother in life; as they will only be in your way when you advance into the world."
"But Artemis!" Dr. Po exclaimed, "Every child has at least one childhood friend. Think back, way back, when you were just a child. Did you ever have a single friend?"
Artemis's face turned cold and impassive as he remembered that he did have one, but the memory was sad. He flashed back to when he remembered Hebe, with her long golden hair the color of sparkling honey, and her sparkling grey eyes that seemed to change color, but were mostly grey. Although few boys were named Artemis, fewer still actually knew that Hebe was the Greek goddess of youth. And she was beautiful, kind and understanding in every way, until one day when Artemis told her he didn't want to be friends anymore. That brought to surface Artemis's first understanding of hurt and anger, mixed with confusion.
Hebe simply asked, "Why?"
Artemis replied, though in his heart he was as upset as she was, "Because friends will not help me when I grow up."
With this, she became very angry, and, without stopping to think, punched him and the gut and slapped his face. She then looked at his disbelieving face and spat, "There's more where that came from. I hate you, Artemis Fowl, I hate you! All I've ever been is kind to you, and for a short amount of time, I thought you were actually nice. That was a huge mistake. Oh yes, people warned me you would hurt me as soon as possible, but I didn't believe them. Instead, I befriended you because I know how it feels to be lonely. But how do you repay me? You tell me you don't want to be my friend, and now, neither do I. You could go to hell and rot for all I care." And with that, she walked away with her head held high and a single tear that glistened like polished crystal in the sunlight, leaving behind her Artemis Fowl II, cluching his stomach and lying on the ground.
The next day, he walked into his classroom, noticing the teacher wasn't in the room yet. Johnny Trustmick stuck out his foot and tripped him, and as Artemis fell to the floor, Ricky Fluehuck tossed a paper wad at his head. He heard laughter and lifted his head, and saw Hebe with her four best friends, Tina Cluastry with her flaming red hair in a pony-tail with her sea glass green eyes, Ally Henderson with her platinum blond hair hair swept up an an up-do with her crystal blue eyes glittering with malice, Alicia Cheung with her long raven black hair straight with strands blowing everywhere and her dark brown, almost black eyes, smirking at him, and Kara Trisdale with her shoulder-length brown hair with a streaks of wheat-colored yellow curled in a flip and navy blue eyes sparkling with mean, mocking laughter. And of course, Hebe, with her honey-yellow hair tied in a pony-tail over her right shoulder, glaring at him, while also whispering to her friends, and they all burst into a loud laugh, prompting the whole room to look at their source of amusement, namely, him.
Artemis's face turned as red as a ripe tomato, and Henry Clockman shouted over the din, "Look at him! He's blushing like a tomato!" And the whole class laughed even louder. He got up and asked Hebe, "Why are you doing this to me?"
She looked at him and the whole room quieted, her friends glaring at him as well. As she said, "I told you there was more were that came from, and I meant it. I meant every word I said, don't come crawling on your hands and knees, begging me to forgive you. It's unforgivable." her eyes were glittering with hate, malice, and rage.
Artemis thought in his mind, "It's just like a high school scene. Just like high school."
He turned around, walked out the door, and hailed a taxi back to Fowl Manor.
He transfered to a new school the next day.
Artemis flashed back to the present. He looked straight into Dr. Po's eyes and said, with a voice as cold as ice and as poisonous as mercury, "I do not wish to talk about these personal matters. You are in fact intruding on someone else's private life, and I would thank you to leave me very well alone. It is not your place to talk to me about these things, nor will it ever be."
Dr. Po sighed. "Very well, Artemis. But I am giving you an asisgnment. Be ready to tell me if you ever remember having a friend, or if you have one currently. You must tell me his/her name and his/her age. You are dismissed."
Artemis got up and walked out the door. He called Butler to pick him up and bring him back to Fowl Manor, were he entered his study and searched online for things that only he would know.
Dr. Po recalled the session. Well, he learned why Artemis was so much trouble for his teachers. Unless he was lying... But he wondered what Artemis was thinking about when he asked him about his friends. He could tell that he did have a friend, but the friendship must have ended badly for Artemis to ponder his thoughts for that long, and then to snap at Dr. Po. Well, he might find out about it at the next session. Maybe. Unless he had more than just that friend... Hmmm...
What do you think? Yeah, I'm kind of mixing two stories into one plot, but I needed some background to base it on. There will be another chapter. I think. Because, obviously, it's not complete yet. Did you like it? Hate it? Tell me what I need to improve, ok? Thanks! ") Don't forget to review! If I get enough reviews, I'll post an epiloge. That is, if I can think of what to do for an epiloge. Bye!
Luna Rivera528, signing off.
