Gulp (A School Story)
Chapter One
Disclaimer: (sigh) I have given up. I do not own Artemis Fowl or any characters at all. (sobs)
But I do own my school!! Mwahahahahahaha!!
Principal: Uhh, technically, you don't.
Yes I do!
No you don't!
Yes I do!
I'll get you out of detention for ever!
Okay, works for me! I don't own anything except the plot!
Note: This story is told in first person, from the main character's point of view, and in the present tense. Please, please, please review!!!!!!
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I walk into my classroom down the hall of my school happily, which makes me the only one on Earth – both above and below ground. But I am even more perky than normally, the reason being that we are going on the best field trip ever soon. On this, even those who despise school agree. To Great Adventure, would you ever believe? Someone must have blackmailed the school board, that's for sure.
I reach the front door, and simultaneously my whole class shouts "Come in, Ginger!" I always ask to come in, always had, every single day of my life in school. No one knows why, but they just love to guess. Jessica says I'm way too polite. My teacher says I've got problems. Tyler says I am made to ask by aliens who control my brain.
I take my uncomfortably low seat, but I am too busy daydreaming about riding Nitro to care. I jump back to earth in a flash when my teacher makes an announcement. "Today a new student will join our class. Please - I beg you - give a warm welcome to --" A pale boy steps in, looking as if he would be stuck upside down on a roller coaster than be here. He looks oddly familiar to me, but then again, if someone watches as much television as I do, everyone looks like one actor or other. "—Artemis Fowl!" reads my teacher from a record book and then continues correcting social studies quizzes.
I fall backwards along with my plastic chair.
Ms. Egan jumps up from the history and asks if I am all right. I mutter something about wobbly legs and get back up. My teacher looks skeptical. "Well, I'll ask the janitor to check that out," she promises and directs Artemis to his seat. "Um, you can have the empty desk next to Ginger," she says. I fall backwards again.
"Whoa, Ginger, definitely take another seat," advises Karolina.
I sit back down, seriously considering shielding and jumping out the window, but then think better of it, and go to take out my English. My new seat slips and I almost fall down, again, but catch myself just in time.
"You're not good with chairs, are you?" asks the newcomer, raising his eyebrow.
I brush my tawny locks over my queer ears as fast as I can. Too late.
"Say, what is the matter with your ears?" Artemis says. "Medical condition," explains Liz. He frowns and looks skeptically at me, but says nothing more until the lunch bell rings and my entire class files out in anticipation of the baked ziti.
No one sees our new classmate pick up a crumpled-up piece of notebook paper from the ground. Natalie's note to me, I later find out. In our secret code. In Gnommish.
:-) *********************** :-)
A/N Well, what do you think?? Please, please review!! *crosses fingers until they break* OUCH!! Okay, got to stop doing that!!
Chapter One
Disclaimer: (sigh) I have given up. I do not own Artemis Fowl or any characters at all. (sobs)
But I do own my school!! Mwahahahahahaha!!
Principal: Uhh, technically, you don't.
Yes I do!
No you don't!
Yes I do!
I'll get you out of detention for ever!
Okay, works for me! I don't own anything except the plot!
Note: This story is told in first person, from the main character's point of view, and in the present tense. Please, please, please review!!!!!!
**************************************************************************** **
I walk into my classroom down the hall of my school happily, which makes me the only one on Earth – both above and below ground. But I am even more perky than normally, the reason being that we are going on the best field trip ever soon. On this, even those who despise school agree. To Great Adventure, would you ever believe? Someone must have blackmailed the school board, that's for sure.
I reach the front door, and simultaneously my whole class shouts "Come in, Ginger!" I always ask to come in, always had, every single day of my life in school. No one knows why, but they just love to guess. Jessica says I'm way too polite. My teacher says I've got problems. Tyler says I am made to ask by aliens who control my brain.
I take my uncomfortably low seat, but I am too busy daydreaming about riding Nitro to care. I jump back to earth in a flash when my teacher makes an announcement. "Today a new student will join our class. Please - I beg you - give a warm welcome to --" A pale boy steps in, looking as if he would be stuck upside down on a roller coaster than be here. He looks oddly familiar to me, but then again, if someone watches as much television as I do, everyone looks like one actor or other. "—Artemis Fowl!" reads my teacher from a record book and then continues correcting social studies quizzes.
I fall backwards along with my plastic chair.
Ms. Egan jumps up from the history and asks if I am all right. I mutter something about wobbly legs and get back up. My teacher looks skeptical. "Well, I'll ask the janitor to check that out," she promises and directs Artemis to his seat. "Um, you can have the empty desk next to Ginger," she says. I fall backwards again.
"Whoa, Ginger, definitely take another seat," advises Karolina.
I sit back down, seriously considering shielding and jumping out the window, but then think better of it, and go to take out my English. My new seat slips and I almost fall down, again, but catch myself just in time.
"You're not good with chairs, are you?" asks the newcomer, raising his eyebrow.
I brush my tawny locks over my queer ears as fast as I can. Too late.
"Say, what is the matter with your ears?" Artemis says. "Medical condition," explains Liz. He frowns and looks skeptically at me, but says nothing more until the lunch bell rings and my entire class files out in anticipation of the baked ziti.
No one sees our new classmate pick up a crumpled-up piece of notebook paper from the ground. Natalie's note to me, I later find out. In our secret code. In Gnommish.
:-) *********************** :-)
A/N Well, what do you think?? Please, please review!! *crosses fingers until they break* OUCH!! Okay, got to stop doing that!!