Happy by Leona Lewis: http:/www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=v1l3JbBRpA8
"Please, Do- Butler?" Juliet whined, staring up at her older brother.
Butler only laughed slightly and ruffled her hair. "It's serious stuff, Juliet. When you're older. It's too risky."
Juliet could see that Butler was intimidated by this new mission as well. Artemis's escapades seemed to grow and expand, even going to the limits of time travel and stealing magic. Sighing, she cradled her head in her hands as Butler left from the back door, calling a farewell.
Someone once told me
That you have to choose
What you
Win or lose
You can't have everything
"Could you please settle for a safer job?" Coral Short asked patiently.
"But I want to be in the LEP!" She didn't understand. She'd never know the feeling of whisking in the air aboveground, skimming the tops of the waves, shooting through the clouds by the mountaintops, the heat and laser-fast intensity of a firefight. The feeling that one wrong movement was the difference between living and surviving. Coral could not possibly understand the joy of core-diving, see the impossible but uncontrolled beauty of a flare rising up to meet a shuttle.
"Your mother's right," her father said, more forcibly. "It's for your own good."
Don't you take chances
You might feel the pain
Don't you
Love in vain
'Cause love won't set you free
"'Why can't you let your poor daddy just buy you a pony for once?'"(Lost Colony). Minerva's mind flashed with sudden anger as she remembered his words. "I must have the Nobel Prize," she muttered to herself.
All everyone else cared about was safety, safety, safety. Because without safety, one would die. And if one died, they couldn't be happy. Safety came before happiness. Minerva would gladly trade safety for a moment of adrenaline, feeling the zenith of an expedition, using her genius to exploit someone else. Who wasn't as smart as Artemis Fowl. She knew her boundaries.
I could stand by the side
And watch this life pass me by
So unhappy
But safe as could be
"Opal, you don't have to work so hard on your intelligence. You must let the males be stronger. Men don't like to be outmatched by a woman," her father explained.
"That's exactly the point, though! I can't let Foaly show me up."
"What if you turn insane from this, this, obsession of yours? What about then?"
Opal frowned, but didn't pause in fusing two wires together on her science project.
So what if it
Hurts me?
So what if I
Break down?
So what if this
World just throws me off the edge,
My feet run out of ground?
I gotta find
My place
I wanna hear
My sound
Years later, Juliet stood at her brother's door, taking deep breaths like he'd always advised her. Butler was excellent at meditation; Juliet was not. "Dom?"
"Come in." She'd been hoping he'd say no. She did not want this conversation to ever take place.
Juliet's hand hesitated on the doorknob, only to have it flung away from her as the door in question was abruptly pulled open. "Yes?"
"I don't want to be a bodyguard." She could feel the disapproval in the air, in her lungs, wafting through the windows and drifting under her nose. Even worse was the sight of his frown. Juliet braced herself, deciding to stick to the truth and play her Stubborn card.
Don't care about
All the pain
In front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be
Happy, yea
"'Ay, Minnie!" a boy called out, waving his hand frantically. "Over here!"
When it could no longer be ignored, she turned slightly and steeled her face so he knew she was not in the mood. "Yes, Will?" you stop annoying me, she added, smirking inwardly at her pathetic joke.
"Would you like t-"
"I'm busy," trying to win the Nobel Prize. All she needed in her life.
Just trying to be happy, yea
Holding on tightly
Just can't let it go
Just trying to play my role
Slowly disappear, oh
Holly let her eyes slide shut in class, imagining the fair Irish countryside in its former glo-
"Short!" Root barked. "If you want to even sweep the cafeteria floors on meatloaf day, you'd pay attention! This here's the fourth week in a row. Get your head of the clouds and down underground!"
But all these days
They feel like they're the same
Just
Different faces
Different names
Get me out of here
"I want to be a wrestler," Juliet insisted, fighting to even stand straight.
"Juliet… it's tradition. Practically law. We're the Butlers. We have a name to think about."
"Well, being a wrestler's better than taking care of some… stuffy old man!" She suddenly felt incredibly emotional, and hated herself for it. "No one's ever going to be more exciting than Artemis. And, well, I'm not cut out for this! I can't cook. I don't look threatening."
But I can't stand by your side,
Oh no,
And watch this life pass me by
Pass me by
So what if it
Hurts me?
So what if I
Break down?
So what if this
World just throws me off the edge,
My feet run out of ground?
"Done," Opal muttered, closing her small fist around the revolutionary scrap of technology. The ultimate touch for any LEP helmet. Too bad she'd decided some time ago that the right side of the law wasn't her thing. Opal knew it didn't suit her, so she turned to the black market. It was illegal; but if everyone here hadn't been caught yet, why would she make the difference?
I gotta find
My place
I wanna hear
My sound
Don't care about
All the pain
In front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be
Happy, oh
Happy, oh
"You've got a long path ahead of you, Short," Root continued loudly in front of the class, potbelly jiggling slightly as he strutted in front of her desk. "I know you're going to be a real troublemaker. Wash out in a couple of days and be left with nothing, I'd say a month tops." He grinned. She scowled, cursing inwardly.
So any turns that I can't see
Like I'm a stranger on this road
But don't say
"Victim,"
Don't say
Anything
Opal sat in her cushioned cell, bound tight with a forbidding straightjacket. She laughed drily, not even feeling remorse. In the end, Foaly had still been deducted some points. Admittedly, she'd won in her own way, a personal victory. Had the upper hand for a while, right? The words of Elizabeth I, a queen slightly smarter than those other Mud Men, surfaced in her not entirely sane mind.
"Better a beggar and single than a queen and married."
She smiled to herself. Better a psycho and satisfied than an empress and upset.
Then again, why not be a satisfied empress? Another laugh. Yes, not entirely sane.
So what if it
Hurts me?
So what if I
Break down?
So what if this
World just throws me off the edge,
My feet run out of ground?
Root shook his head as he pinned the telltale acorns on the corporal's chest, promoting her to captain. He didn't even look as he fastened it, and didn't hesitate to turn away.
"Next shuttle is soon," he told her gruffly. Holly knew he wasn't happy with this, especially with the embarassing way she'd earned those acorns, but she smiled again, feeling complete.
I gotta find
My place
I wanna hear
My sound
Don't care about
All the pain
In front of me
'Cause I just wanna be
Happy
Oh, yeah
Happy
Oh, happy
I just wanna be
Oh, I just wanna be
Happy
"I guess you could, though. Mind you, I'm still keeping an eye out for you," Butler warned. Juliet hadn't heard the second half; she was far too busy hugging her sibling.
Next time, Minerva promised herself. For now, she was content.
Oh, happy
I'm actually not too happy about this one. Ironic, eh? Doesn't flow as well because of the random points of view. Also, no plot. YA PLOTLESSNESS! It had some thought, though.
No, seriously. XD
