Chapter Two
(New, Improved, Longer, & More Detailed!)
Wow!! I got reviews! I never get this many in one day! Maybe I should always write short chapters.... hmmm........ *jots in notepad*
Happynutcase-Yes she's friends with Holly. Holly Rox- She's going to a human school because........ mmm..... read on! Alixi- I'll try not to make it corny or Mary Sue-ish, tell me if I do! Wolfrat- This will be longer I promise. Raptor K - Just Ginger is a fairy. She taught her friends Gnommish so they could write secret notes. :) Book Worm 005- Sorry it's not a crossover, because Ginger in the TV show is not a fairy! Her name's Ginger because they have to have something to do with plants. But maybe I'll try that once, but that's another story. AARGH!! - What are the cliches, I don't see any! And if there are why do they burn?? I like cliches sometimes....... even did a current event about them..... but that's another story.
Thanks to all my reviewers (except you AAARGH!!... grrr....) Keep up the good.........er, reviewing!!
And now it's time for your favorite part (and mine): the dreaded Disclaimer.
IdontownanyAFstuff! Wow! Three seconds that has got to be a record! *cast lets out sigh of relief* And without any plots to take over AF! *Eoin Colfer and lawyers clap and go get donuts*
(Umm, see, I always try to take over AF in every chapter of my other story. But my exploits are, once again, another story.)
So without even more ado, here is the next chapter!
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I sit down at our long, slightly falling apart lunch tables, across from my group of friends, (alas, a small one.) We start talking about all the movies we had seen in our lifetime, which could take quite a while, when Artemis walks up to me.
"Hello," he begins. Without even a second's thought, I jump out of my seat and blurt out, "I don't have any gold!" My friends and Artemis give me a strange look. "Erm, I mean, uh, I don't have any lunch money. Do you have any?"
Artemis sighs and hands me some. A crisp hundred dollar bill. "But --" I splutter as he walks away.
"But nothing!" finishes Natalie and pulls me down into my seat.
"Free money!" yells Judy, who is the shopaholic of the class. On every single field trip since kindergarten, she had bought over thirty dollars' worth of souvenirs. They are all now residing in Snappy Self Storage because there is not enough room in her house.
"Does he know the pasta's only $1.50?" I ask my friends. Christina points to a large sign on the kitchen door that reads: ZITI $1.50. "That would be my guess," she says.
So, with my conscience considerably relieved, I announce happily (and quite loudly, I might add) "We're going shopping!" That, and my group's even louder cheering, earn us a strange look from the rest of the cafeteria.
Artemis walks up to me again and scares me right out of my seat again. Literally. "She doesn't get along very well with chairs," whispers Judy. Artemis nods and pulls out my note from his suit pocket. "This is, um, interesting. Did you write this?" he asks me, trying to act casual.
Natalie opens her mouth to say something, but I silence her with my classic death stare and turn to Artemis. "No, but I did see an eighth grader drop it when we switched classes," I lie, hopefully somewhat convincingly. And before anyone could ask what that was all about, the class bell rings and we all reluctantly (except for me, of course) run up the stairs back to class.
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"Oh we're going, to the Woodbridge Mall, that is where I want to be, to the Woodbridge Center Mall, just me and you, ohh –" sings Christina, who in addition to being the best drawer in class, is the best funny song writer. She loves to substitute different words in every song and then annoy us all for weeks asking if it is all right. This, for example, was originally the song sung in Hawaii when they do the hula. After five minutes, the rest of us have had enough and tell her to shush.
"Wow, we're actually going somewhere with Ginger after school! I cannot believe it!" says Natalie and claps as if she had just won the lottery. My friends have forever been asking me to take them to my house, but that, for obvious reasons, is impossible.
"Yeah, why can't we ever go to your house, Ginger?" asks Judy curiously. "Umm, they are still exterminating the roaches?" I say weakly.
"That's what you said last time," says Christina when she was through sulking about being told to stop singing. "And the time before that," adds Natalie. "And the time before that," says Judy.
"Well--" I begin and almost reveal my pointy-eared secret when Artemis walks by into his Bentley, complaining about his heavy backpack all the way. I instinctively hide behind a clump of hydrangeas on the school yard until the car pulls away.
I glance at my digital watch and realize our bus is coming in one minute. I quickly stand up and drag everyone up to the bus stop and just manage to hop on the M15 at the last minute.
"Good thing you made it," laughs the bus driver, who has taken me to the shuttleport every day that I was in school and not asked any questions, and also knew how teens just had to get the autograph of the American Idol finalists today. "What would you guys do without me?" he asks as we deposit our coins. "After all, you couldn't have flown there!"
The whole bus bursts out laughing. Except for me, who tries to fake a laugh and only succeeds in sounding as if having a cold. I must tell someone my secret soon or I will keep being jittery all my life, even though Foaly said that could endanger the whole world, blah, blah, blah, and that he wouldn't help me on exams anymore.
***
"Oh, we went to the mall, that is where we are right now, the--" Christina starts singing again. We had just gone through Limited Too and Abercrombie and still had some money left, would you believe? This must be a world record. We were on our way to Bath and Body Works when who just happens to walk by but Artemis, accompanied by a man that looked like he should be a professional wrestler. Or a mountain. And heading right this way.
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A/N Well, what do you think? It is longer and more detailed, right? Please, please review!! *crosses fingers but remembers what happened last time and uncrosses just in time*
(New, Improved, Longer, & More Detailed!)
Wow!! I got reviews! I never get this many in one day! Maybe I should always write short chapters.... hmmm........ *jots in notepad*
Happynutcase-Yes she's friends with Holly. Holly Rox- She's going to a human school because........ mmm..... read on! Alixi- I'll try not to make it corny or Mary Sue-ish, tell me if I do! Wolfrat- This will be longer I promise. Raptor K - Just Ginger is a fairy. She taught her friends Gnommish so they could write secret notes. :) Book Worm 005- Sorry it's not a crossover, because Ginger in the TV show is not a fairy! Her name's Ginger because they have to have something to do with plants. But maybe I'll try that once, but that's another story. AARGH!! - What are the cliches, I don't see any! And if there are why do they burn?? I like cliches sometimes....... even did a current event about them..... but that's another story.
Thanks to all my reviewers (except you AAARGH!!... grrr....) Keep up the good.........er, reviewing!!
And now it's time for your favorite part (and mine): the dreaded Disclaimer.
IdontownanyAFstuff! Wow! Three seconds that has got to be a record! *cast lets out sigh of relief* And without any plots to take over AF! *Eoin Colfer and lawyers clap and go get donuts*
(Umm, see, I always try to take over AF in every chapter of my other story. But my exploits are, once again, another story.)
So without even more ado, here is the next chapter!
**************************************************************************** **
I sit down at our long, slightly falling apart lunch tables, across from my group of friends, (alas, a small one.) We start talking about all the movies we had seen in our lifetime, which could take quite a while, when Artemis walks up to me.
"Hello," he begins. Without even a second's thought, I jump out of my seat and blurt out, "I don't have any gold!" My friends and Artemis give me a strange look. "Erm, I mean, uh, I don't have any lunch money. Do you have any?"
Artemis sighs and hands me some. A crisp hundred dollar bill. "But --" I splutter as he walks away.
"But nothing!" finishes Natalie and pulls me down into my seat.
"Free money!" yells Judy, who is the shopaholic of the class. On every single field trip since kindergarten, she had bought over thirty dollars' worth of souvenirs. They are all now residing in Snappy Self Storage because there is not enough room in her house.
"Does he know the pasta's only $1.50?" I ask my friends. Christina points to a large sign on the kitchen door that reads: ZITI $1.50. "That would be my guess," she says.
So, with my conscience considerably relieved, I announce happily (and quite loudly, I might add) "We're going shopping!" That, and my group's even louder cheering, earn us a strange look from the rest of the cafeteria.
Artemis walks up to me again and scares me right out of my seat again. Literally. "She doesn't get along very well with chairs," whispers Judy. Artemis nods and pulls out my note from his suit pocket. "This is, um, interesting. Did you write this?" he asks me, trying to act casual.
Natalie opens her mouth to say something, but I silence her with my classic death stare and turn to Artemis. "No, but I did see an eighth grader drop it when we switched classes," I lie, hopefully somewhat convincingly. And before anyone could ask what that was all about, the class bell rings and we all reluctantly (except for me, of course) run up the stairs back to class.
***
"Oh we're going, to the Woodbridge Mall, that is where I want to be, to the Woodbridge Center Mall, just me and you, ohh –" sings Christina, who in addition to being the best drawer in class, is the best funny song writer. She loves to substitute different words in every song and then annoy us all for weeks asking if it is all right. This, for example, was originally the song sung in Hawaii when they do the hula. After five minutes, the rest of us have had enough and tell her to shush.
"Wow, we're actually going somewhere with Ginger after school! I cannot believe it!" says Natalie and claps as if she had just won the lottery. My friends have forever been asking me to take them to my house, but that, for obvious reasons, is impossible.
"Yeah, why can't we ever go to your house, Ginger?" asks Judy curiously. "Umm, they are still exterminating the roaches?" I say weakly.
"That's what you said last time," says Christina when she was through sulking about being told to stop singing. "And the time before that," adds Natalie. "And the time before that," says Judy.
"Well--" I begin and almost reveal my pointy-eared secret when Artemis walks by into his Bentley, complaining about his heavy backpack all the way. I instinctively hide behind a clump of hydrangeas on the school yard until the car pulls away.
I glance at my digital watch and realize our bus is coming in one minute. I quickly stand up and drag everyone up to the bus stop and just manage to hop on the M15 at the last minute.
"Good thing you made it," laughs the bus driver, who has taken me to the shuttleport every day that I was in school and not asked any questions, and also knew how teens just had to get the autograph of the American Idol finalists today. "What would you guys do without me?" he asks as we deposit our coins. "After all, you couldn't have flown there!"
The whole bus bursts out laughing. Except for me, who tries to fake a laugh and only succeeds in sounding as if having a cold. I must tell someone my secret soon or I will keep being jittery all my life, even though Foaly said that could endanger the whole world, blah, blah, blah, and that he wouldn't help me on exams anymore.
***
"Oh, we went to the mall, that is where we are right now, the--" Christina starts singing again. We had just gone through Limited Too and Abercrombie and still had some money left, would you believe? This must be a world record. We were on our way to Bath and Body Works when who just happens to walk by but Artemis, accompanied by a man that looked like he should be a professional wrestler. Or a mountain. And heading right this way.
***
A/N Well, what do you think? It is longer and more detailed, right? Please, please review!! *crosses fingers but remembers what happened last time and uncrosses just in time*