Career day
A/N This is in responce to BFW's challenge. It's also my first Artemis Fowl story , I've noticed that a lot of authors are so desperate to not write a Mary Sue they end up writing the anti Mary Sue.. A rather freakish social outcast. This is my attempt at writing about a semi normal girl. Her name is Amy , because lets face it the name Amy is a lot more common then the name Barbara. Also , for future referance this story is set roughly around the same time as the Arctic incident.
"Its the end of the world as I know it! I knew I should have never gotten up so early!" a muffled young , female voice said from the recesses of a quilt cover. The quilt was faded , it had a picture of Miss piggy on it. They were so cute you could just about die.
"Its hardly early Amy" A gruff male voice called from the door way and the covers were slowly lifted up.
"It's four a.m. cool people would be going to bed around now" Amy stated to her father. Her father pointedly turned on the lights and yanked the covers off his daughters bed.
"You may be a lot of things Amy McGraney but cool ain't one of them" he laughed and Amy pouted with embarrassment. Amy was thirteen , she had just hit puberty which meant lately she couldn't look at her parents with out wanting to stab them repetitively. Reluctantly Amy stepped off her bed her short mud brown hair sticking up at odd angles. Amy was desperately , passionately trying to be different from every one else in year eight . She soon discovered that in order to do this she needed two things , a large allowance and access to make up or any other beauty products. Amy's parents forbade her from wearing " coo" black eye liner and dark purple lipstick they also gave her only a measly five pound note a week allowance. There was also the fact that every one else in year eight was also trying to be an indivduel which meant as soon as Amy had saved up for anything remotely interesting the popular people had already been wearing it.. or well doing it for a week.
Amy wondered to her mirror , it was a priceless antique which had been dug up next to the out house two years previously. Visitors were constantly praising it , Amy thought it was old and ugly. She stared at her reflection in the weak light , like most teenage girls Amy was addicted to the looking glass.
"Not much to work with" she greeted her reflection. Amy's face was round , there was no other word for it.. round cheeks , a round nose and even round eyes. She also had a rather bad crop of acne on her cheek which no amount of scrubbing would get rid of. Her hair hung , in thick chunks just below her chin in a dull shade of mud brown. Amy had secret ambitions about dyeing it blood red , or at least a nicer more interesting shade. Her parents had forbade it , it came under the no make up rule.
"Amy lass , your to be ready in five minutes!" her father called from the kitchen , a warning tone to his voice. Amy tore her gaze away from her reflection reluctantly and turned to her wardrobe.
***
"Your not wearing that are yah?" Farmer McGraney asked his daughter as she trudged into the kitchen. She glanced down at her favourite pair of jeans and her stylish yet affordable shirt.
" Yes , I want to wear my new shirt!" Amy rebelled.
"Not when your cleaning out the cow shed you aint" her father stated and Amy's mouth went wide with outrage.
"Daddy! you cant expect me to do something that disgusting!" she moaned dramatically , her father ignored her and instead he bit into her dry toast.
"Its bad enough that Caitlin Turner picks on me because I live on a stupid farm , now she's going to know I spent the whole day cleaning up cow shit!" Amy snapped grabbing the toast out ofd her fathers calloused fingers.
"Aye! you know we don't approve of the s word!" her father scolded her and Amy sighed.
"Sorry dad" she admitted reluctantly.
"Now you get yourself changed girl , your brothers got a pair of overalls that would fit you nicely a bit loose around the ass but the cows wont care how you look" her father grinned sadistically . Amy merely stomped out of the room , as loudly and as dramatically as possible.
Amy reasoned to herself that if she cleaned one square metre every ten minutes she would be done in little over an hour. This was not how Amy had planned her career day. Our heroine up until the night before had assumed she'd be hanging around the small gift shop her mother owned in town. It was a quaint sweet little store that sold fairy theme merchandise to gullible tourists. At the last minute , her mother had gotten a phone call from her Aunt Harriet , who had just broken her leg and needed some one to watch her three horrible children Leslie ,Leonard and Louise. Now , instead of absently talking to her mothers customers while fiddling with the merchandise Amy was stuck on her fathers horrid farm cleaning up cow mess. Sighing to herself she blew away a bothersome strand of hair and her eyes allowed them selves to trail through the barns doors and towards the hillock outside . The hillock was ominous , with a capital ...ooooo sound. Ever since Amy was a little girl , she distinctly remembered being told firmly by both her parents to never ever go near the hillock. Cows avoided it , birds flew around it even ants refused to cross it. Other then that , it was a perfectly normal hillock dotted with wild Heather and clover in the strategic places.
Amy stopped day dreaming and jumped , causing the rake she was holding to spill onto the floor. Some one , was skulking around the edges of the hillock , it was still rather dark and for a moment Amy thought she had imagined it. No , there it was again the same figure moving around the hillock. Amy tucked her brown hair behind one ear nervously wondering if she should go call her father. The person was small , no more then a child really. The person was also dressed in the apparel of what appeared to be a space man. Amy sighed with relief and gave a small smirk , it was obviously just a small child playing space invaders or something equally daft. A child should be rather easy to deal with Amy thought with satisfaction picking the rake up. Slowly , breaking all of her parents rules.. she marched towards the hillock.
The moonlight sky was beginning to tinge with the gray onset of morning , thick wet grass stuck to Amy's boots and she blinked her eyes with exhaustion.
"Hey you!" Amy yelled hugging her brothers big woolen jumper around her chubby frame. The child paused , and then Amy distinctively heard the word.
"D' arvit" Amy shook her head , kids were so stupid constantly making up ridicules words.
"Look kid , I hate to tell you but the hillock on our farm in strictly out of bounds.. go play your daft game some where else!" Amy growled menacingly gripping tightly onto her rake. The kid continued to speak in plain gibberish , it gave Amy a headache. Then suddenly , the kids gibberish melted into vaguely recognisable English.
"We thought you McGraney's knew better then to come near Tara" the child said in a husky , female voice . Amy blinked with surprise and began to back away slowly.
"Are you all right kid? do you want me to phone your mum or dad?" she asked slowly.
"I'm fine , and I'm not a kid" the child said , and then it reached upwards and yanked its helmet off. A female face emerged , the sort of face that Amy secretly wished she had. Very pretty , with high sharp cheek bones large hazel eyes and short auburn hair .Secretly Amy thought she looked like the dreaded Caitlin Turner , she hated the odd child instantly. Suddenly , something else grabbed Amy's attention.
"Your ears..." Amy began turning very pale.
"Good observation" Captain Short stated tired with mud men in general.
" Your a.." Amy gasped.
"A fairy" Holly short finished smartly and her eyes met Amy's.
"Now little mud girl... forget" she droned performing the mesmer on poor little Amy. Amy blinked once a dazed expression on her face.
" Sleep" The mesmer continued and before Amy could protest her eyes involuntarily shut and she slumped onto the hillock unconscious.
"Amy you lazy little bit!" her father stated grabbing his snoozing daughter by the shoulders. Amy yawned and slowly opened her eyes.
"I must have closed my eyes" Amy admitted staring up at her father rather dazed.
"For more then three hours , Amy its seven a.m. ! " her father cried and Amy blinked with confusion.
"I've been asleep for more then three hours?" Amy cried and her father shook his head with annoyance .
"I knew I couldn't have trusted you with the cow shed , look where I find yer.. on this blasted hillock" her father growled and Amy glanced around her feeling rather frightened. She was on the hillock , well the edge of the hillock actually. Bee's buzzed , the sun shone and lots of little flowers were using pollen to make even more little flowers.
"Daddy I swear I wasn't here , I was in the cow shed!" Amy protested . She knew the punishment for stepping on the hillock , it did not involve ice-cream and television. John McGraney stared at his youngest daughter momentarily , she was pale and shivering which caused her crop of acne to feature even more prominently. Her eyes also looked odd , her iris , was ever so slightly jagged.
"You better go inside luv , drink something with chocolate in it and watch television" her father said soothingly suddenly changing his tone.
"But what about my career day project?" Amy protested weakly however she was secretly glad that she had gotten out of it.
" Blow it off ,. I'll right you a note" her father said waving a hand . Amy wiped the dead Heather and dirt off her brothers overalls and glanced back at the hillock uneasily. Something was scratching the back of her mind , wanting her to pay attention.. she had forgotten something important.
" Maybe I walked out of the barn in my sleep" Amy asked her father and his haggard face glowered.
'' Lets hope it was only that" he muttered darkly leading her towards the main house.
The hillock appeared to be empty once again , but who knew what existed beyond the surface.
A/N This is in responce to BFW's challenge. It's also my first Artemis Fowl story , I've noticed that a lot of authors are so desperate to not write a Mary Sue they end up writing the anti Mary Sue.. A rather freakish social outcast. This is my attempt at writing about a semi normal girl. Her name is Amy , because lets face it the name Amy is a lot more common then the name Barbara. Also , for future referance this story is set roughly around the same time as the Arctic incident.
"Its the end of the world as I know it! I knew I should have never gotten up so early!" a muffled young , female voice said from the recesses of a quilt cover. The quilt was faded , it had a picture of Miss piggy on it. They were so cute you could just about die.
"Its hardly early Amy" A gruff male voice called from the door way and the covers were slowly lifted up.
"It's four a.m. cool people would be going to bed around now" Amy stated to her father. Her father pointedly turned on the lights and yanked the covers off his daughters bed.
"You may be a lot of things Amy McGraney but cool ain't one of them" he laughed and Amy pouted with embarrassment. Amy was thirteen , she had just hit puberty which meant lately she couldn't look at her parents with out wanting to stab them repetitively. Reluctantly Amy stepped off her bed her short mud brown hair sticking up at odd angles. Amy was desperately , passionately trying to be different from every one else in year eight . She soon discovered that in order to do this she needed two things , a large allowance and access to make up or any other beauty products. Amy's parents forbade her from wearing " coo" black eye liner and dark purple lipstick they also gave her only a measly five pound note a week allowance. There was also the fact that every one else in year eight was also trying to be an indivduel which meant as soon as Amy had saved up for anything remotely interesting the popular people had already been wearing it.. or well doing it for a week.
Amy wondered to her mirror , it was a priceless antique which had been dug up next to the out house two years previously. Visitors were constantly praising it , Amy thought it was old and ugly. She stared at her reflection in the weak light , like most teenage girls Amy was addicted to the looking glass.
"Not much to work with" she greeted her reflection. Amy's face was round , there was no other word for it.. round cheeks , a round nose and even round eyes. She also had a rather bad crop of acne on her cheek which no amount of scrubbing would get rid of. Her hair hung , in thick chunks just below her chin in a dull shade of mud brown. Amy had secret ambitions about dyeing it blood red , or at least a nicer more interesting shade. Her parents had forbade it , it came under the no make up rule.
"Amy lass , your to be ready in five minutes!" her father called from the kitchen , a warning tone to his voice. Amy tore her gaze away from her reflection reluctantly and turned to her wardrobe.
***
"Your not wearing that are yah?" Farmer McGraney asked his daughter as she trudged into the kitchen. She glanced down at her favourite pair of jeans and her stylish yet affordable shirt.
" Yes , I want to wear my new shirt!" Amy rebelled.
"Not when your cleaning out the cow shed you aint" her father stated and Amy's mouth went wide with outrage.
"Daddy! you cant expect me to do something that disgusting!" she moaned dramatically , her father ignored her and instead he bit into her dry toast.
"Its bad enough that Caitlin Turner picks on me because I live on a stupid farm , now she's going to know I spent the whole day cleaning up cow shit!" Amy snapped grabbing the toast out ofd her fathers calloused fingers.
"Aye! you know we don't approve of the s word!" her father scolded her and Amy sighed.
"Sorry dad" she admitted reluctantly.
"Now you get yourself changed girl , your brothers got a pair of overalls that would fit you nicely a bit loose around the ass but the cows wont care how you look" her father grinned sadistically . Amy merely stomped out of the room , as loudly and as dramatically as possible.
Amy reasoned to herself that if she cleaned one square metre every ten minutes she would be done in little over an hour. This was not how Amy had planned her career day. Our heroine up until the night before had assumed she'd be hanging around the small gift shop her mother owned in town. It was a quaint sweet little store that sold fairy theme merchandise to gullible tourists. At the last minute , her mother had gotten a phone call from her Aunt Harriet , who had just broken her leg and needed some one to watch her three horrible children Leslie ,Leonard and Louise. Now , instead of absently talking to her mothers customers while fiddling with the merchandise Amy was stuck on her fathers horrid farm cleaning up cow mess. Sighing to herself she blew away a bothersome strand of hair and her eyes allowed them selves to trail through the barns doors and towards the hillock outside . The hillock was ominous , with a capital ...ooooo sound. Ever since Amy was a little girl , she distinctly remembered being told firmly by both her parents to never ever go near the hillock. Cows avoided it , birds flew around it even ants refused to cross it. Other then that , it was a perfectly normal hillock dotted with wild Heather and clover in the strategic places.
Amy stopped day dreaming and jumped , causing the rake she was holding to spill onto the floor. Some one , was skulking around the edges of the hillock , it was still rather dark and for a moment Amy thought she had imagined it. No , there it was again the same figure moving around the hillock. Amy tucked her brown hair behind one ear nervously wondering if she should go call her father. The person was small , no more then a child really. The person was also dressed in the apparel of what appeared to be a space man. Amy sighed with relief and gave a small smirk , it was obviously just a small child playing space invaders or something equally daft. A child should be rather easy to deal with Amy thought with satisfaction picking the rake up. Slowly , breaking all of her parents rules.. she marched towards the hillock.
The moonlight sky was beginning to tinge with the gray onset of morning , thick wet grass stuck to Amy's boots and she blinked her eyes with exhaustion.
"Hey you!" Amy yelled hugging her brothers big woolen jumper around her chubby frame. The child paused , and then Amy distinctively heard the word.
"D' arvit" Amy shook her head , kids were so stupid constantly making up ridicules words.
"Look kid , I hate to tell you but the hillock on our farm in strictly out of bounds.. go play your daft game some where else!" Amy growled menacingly gripping tightly onto her rake. The kid continued to speak in plain gibberish , it gave Amy a headache. Then suddenly , the kids gibberish melted into vaguely recognisable English.
"We thought you McGraney's knew better then to come near Tara" the child said in a husky , female voice . Amy blinked with surprise and began to back away slowly.
"Are you all right kid? do you want me to phone your mum or dad?" she asked slowly.
"I'm fine , and I'm not a kid" the child said , and then it reached upwards and yanked its helmet off. A female face emerged , the sort of face that Amy secretly wished she had. Very pretty , with high sharp cheek bones large hazel eyes and short auburn hair .Secretly Amy thought she looked like the dreaded Caitlin Turner , she hated the odd child instantly. Suddenly , something else grabbed Amy's attention.
"Your ears..." Amy began turning very pale.
"Good observation" Captain Short stated tired with mud men in general.
" Your a.." Amy gasped.
"A fairy" Holly short finished smartly and her eyes met Amy's.
"Now little mud girl... forget" she droned performing the mesmer on poor little Amy. Amy blinked once a dazed expression on her face.
" Sleep" The mesmer continued and before Amy could protest her eyes involuntarily shut and she slumped onto the hillock unconscious.
"Amy you lazy little bit!" her father stated grabbing his snoozing daughter by the shoulders. Amy yawned and slowly opened her eyes.
"I must have closed my eyes" Amy admitted staring up at her father rather dazed.
"For more then three hours , Amy its seven a.m. ! " her father cried and Amy blinked with confusion.
"I've been asleep for more then three hours?" Amy cried and her father shook his head with annoyance .
"I knew I couldn't have trusted you with the cow shed , look where I find yer.. on this blasted hillock" her father growled and Amy glanced around her feeling rather frightened. She was on the hillock , well the edge of the hillock actually. Bee's buzzed , the sun shone and lots of little flowers were using pollen to make even more little flowers.
"Daddy I swear I wasn't here , I was in the cow shed!" Amy protested . She knew the punishment for stepping on the hillock , it did not involve ice-cream and television. John McGraney stared at his youngest daughter momentarily , she was pale and shivering which caused her crop of acne to feature even more prominently. Her eyes also looked odd , her iris , was ever so slightly jagged.
"You better go inside luv , drink something with chocolate in it and watch television" her father said soothingly suddenly changing his tone.
"But what about my career day project?" Amy protested weakly however she was secretly glad that she had gotten out of it.
" Blow it off ,. I'll right you a note" her father said waving a hand . Amy wiped the dead Heather and dirt off her brothers overalls and glanced back at the hillock uneasily. Something was scratching the back of her mind , wanting her to pay attention.. she had forgotten something important.
" Maybe I walked out of the barn in my sleep" Amy asked her father and his haggard face glowered.
'' Lets hope it was only that" he muttered darkly leading her towards the main house.
The hillock appeared to be empty once again , but who knew what existed beyond the surface.