There Was A Girl- An Artemis Fowl Fanfiction
A/N: Holy crap. It's been, what, a YEAR since I last updated? To those of you who have been kind enough to spare a glance at my story, I apologize in the most extreme measures. I'll tie myself on a stake and scream out apologies until my lungs burst open.
Er…yeah. Not really. Anyways, you must have noticed this particular story is extremely juvenile. It contains a Mary Sue, has Artemis acting like some pin-head teenager and using big words, to boot. And that is exactly why I am continuing it. I want to see where this will go, and if I get plenty of flames, sure, why not? So, to conclude this long-ass author's note, please read and find out any points to nit-pick at. Any at all. And proceed to review and point them out in the nastiest way possible. You'll get a reply back flooded with tears of gratefulness.
Without further ado….
Chapter Three
6:12 AM; Dublin, Ireland; Griffin Academy
Throbbing headaches are not very pleasant. Especially at six in the morning, when you've only got three hours of sleep.
Yes, it was plenty of reason to have Aya pinpointing waves of fury.
She stumbled down to the dining hall in a crumpled uniform. The headmaster, thankfully, had thought of her financial situation, and provided one. However, Aya couldn't feel any gratefulness to a man who made her get up at the crack of dawn.
She was in a terrible mood indeed.
After a small breakfast of croissants and a mushroom omelet, Aya scanned her schedule. It was crammed with hours of classical literature, business studies, environmental and social studies, all the way to learning French. She was registered for beginning French. Why the hell did she need to learn French? Aya groaned, and buried her head. It was going to be a long day.
Listening to one professor drone on and on about the classic works of Aristotle was enough to have Aya fall asleep. It was almost worse than listening to her teacher back home. At least there, she could understand the questions. But no, here, they asked questions like, "Analyze and describe the full meaning of paragraph three on page 142 of Aristotle's Categories."
She barely got through business studies. She had never liked finance, especially when her father sat her down and explained the stock market. But it was pure horror coming from the mouth of someone who reveled in stock shares, investment portfolios, and a whole lot of money.
So it was with great relief Aya sat down to lunch. Grabbing a tuna sandwich, she munched as she worked through the homework. If she could get a proper's night sleep, she reasoned, eat well, and not bother to socialize, life at the academy wouldn't be so bad.
But it was with great dismay that she flipped through the assignments. There was no way she would be getting any sleep.
2:24 PM; Dublin, Ireland; Griffin Academy; Orchard
Butler was not amused.
"Artemis."
"Yes?"
"What are you doing?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Laptops are forbidden. Your father, my employer, has specifically instructed me."
"Is that a threat? In case you need reminding, you are my bodyguard."
This remark was met with grim silence. The boy genius stubbornly remained clicking away. Something was loading. Dear Lord, was he hacking into someone's bank account?
"If you're wondering, Butler, I'm downloading student profiles. There are several suspicious characters that I must investigate."
The man snorted. "Have you suddenly decided to become a detective? Honestly, Artemis, do you expect me to—"
The boy raised a hand to silence him. It was quite comical to see a seven-foot Eurasian man fall silent at the mere gesture of a frail teenager. But that was from a casual point of view.
Butler glanced sharply to the side as a pair of giggling female students came out of the entrance. They caught a glimpse of Butler and their laughter faded. Turning his attention back on his charge, the bodyguard said wearily, "Will you mind telling me who this person is, and why they are so important?"
Artemis looked up and narrowed his eyes. "Butler, have you ever heard of Brendon Industries?"
3:17 PM; Dublin, Ireland; Griffin Academy; Lower Fields
Aya looked in puzzlement at the small Asian woman perched on top of a large platform. She appeared to be slouching, although the tense muscles on her calves suggested otherwise.
"Er…Professor Takashi?"
The woman turned, annoyance etched into her features. "It's Takashi-sensei. I made that announcement days ago."
"Oh. I'm sorry. Anyways, someone sent me a note that you were looking for me."
"Are you Aya Bertrand?"
"Uh….yes?"
Takashi-sensei jumped down. Aya stared. This woman was short. How did someone so tiny qualify as a physical instructor?
"So you're Aya. It's rare for an Asian scholarship student to come all the way to Dublin. Weren't there any schools in Japan that met your qualifications?"
The girl shifted uncomfortably. "I'm only half Japanese, and my aunt lived in New York, so—"
"Why Dublin?"
Aya looked down. Takashi-sensei was staring intently at her, enough so that it was actually frightening. Aya pursed her lips, trying to think up a reasonable answer.
"Well, I heard Griffin Academy was one of the best in the world, and I heard it was particularily strong in areas of business, so I decided—"
"New York also has one of the best financial schools in the world."
What was with this woman? Wasn't it enough that she passed the scholarship exam, and not bothering anyone?
As if guessing her thoughts, Takashi-sensei laughed. "Forgive me. I didn't mean to interrogate you. I just found it fascinating that someone would skip over cheaper schools and attempt to get into Griffin. It is, as you said, one of the best. It also gives the best paychecks."
Aya laughed nervously. Something didn't feel right. Did the loans sharks dare to plant one of their spies as a teacher here? But would they really go as far to chase a fifteen year old minor?
"Now then, Aya. May I ask you something?"
The girl slowly nodded. The woman smiled. "Have you seen Artemis Fowl here?"
A/N: Be prepared for another long-ass note.
So, chapter three was short. But I decided to do everything little at a time, without overwhelming you with details. That tends to happen after a really really LONG amount of time. Anyways, to those of you who have criticized my work previously, I don't know if I've replied or not, but thank you. They were helpful, but because I erased the chapters on my uploaded list, I could not correct any. I'm sorry.
I know some of you will complain about the Japanese part of this story. It might look like a pure fangirly reason, but just wait and see.
I don't know if I got this chapter down really well, so I'm going to rely on your reviews to correct it. This time, I won't erase this chapter, so please, PLEASE review. It'll be like a giant group of beta-readers.
That sounds somewhat selfish.
Anyways, thank you for reading. Click the green button down below.