A/N: I have reviews! Yeah! Happy days are here again! MY life is filled
with joy! I am soo sorry I haven't written till now. You see
Disclamer: I own Artemis and all other characters associated with him. Made you look! No, da, of coarse I don't own him, but I do own "myself".
Warning: May include bit of hilarity that will cause side splitting laughter. (I wish)
Slime Frog: I'm glad you like foaly, I'll make sure to tell him that in this chapter. He was feeling really depressed and despondent, you'll cheer him right up. Speaking of frogs, my little sister LOVES frogs, she thinks you are my best reviewer. Hehe
Aurora Rose: I don't want it to be a Mary-Sue, but I don't know what a Mary- Sue is. Please tell me! And I'm glad that you like my lovely little descriptions of Artemis.
And for all of you saying, GET ON WITH IT! Here is the story:
"You will pretent to be an exange student from America." Artemis began before I cut him off with peals of laughter. "What's so funny?" He asked coldly.
"You don't know how many fanfics have the "exange" student thing going on. It really is becoming old, and I had sworn never to do more than three Artemis Fowl with an exange student story. And here I am living one!" I managed to say through my laughter. After I had caught my breath I managed to ask, "what makes you pick exange student?"
"My mother tried to have an exange student come here, I blocked her letters, but she still thinks that one is going to come for Christmas." He replied cooly.
"I guess you don't like social interactions all that much." I asked, amusment plain in my voice.
He gave me a side ways look before continuing, "I need to send the letter to my mother saying that the exange student has arrived. I need you to fill out the usual forms that say your height, interests, and so on." (A/N: I'm making this up as I go along. Does anyone know what really happens?)
He passed the form across the table to me. "This will be fun," I commented while giving it a once over.
After Dinner I headed into the lounge and, well, lounged on the couch. The form asked what my hobbies were, if I did any athletics, and if so what, did I have siblings, what where my intrests, the usual. After arranging myself so that I hung upside down from the coach, I began to fill out the sheet.
"Lets see, interests. Anything to do with art. I like to draw, paint, quilt (cause it's like a drawing that keeps you warm), I play the clarinet, am TRYING to learn the guitar, I like dance (though I'm not very good at it), and love to read. I also love nature, mostly the woods, and love to take long walks (I tend to snow shoe in the winter.)" I murmured, while writing that down. "I have two siblings, twin girls, they are eleven, wait no twelve." I wrote and murmured. 'They'll always be my LITTLE sisters,' I thought to myself. "I'm not very athletic, I used to do dance, but as I said, I'm not very good, I do volley-ball, and it's the only sport that I can do without hurting someone. I am not a natural athlete. I'm fourteen and five five, and my name is Cerinthia, nickname thea, or fia." After I had finished writing/murmuring, Artemis came in with Butler. Mister-never- show-emotion gave my upside down self one look, and sighed.
"Are you finished?" He asked, almost as if he was trying to be patient with me.
"Yep,"was my disgustingly cheerful response.
Artemis took the form and proceded to read it. "So you like art?" He asked offhandedly.
"Yep, if I'm good is altogether another kettle of fish." I told him with a grin.
He didn't grin back. "If you could go stand by that sheet," Artemis said, he never showed any emotion!
I somehow managed to roll off of the couch and walk over to a sheet hanging on the wall. 'Of coarse, he wouldn't want his mom to see me in this house, this picture should have been taken in my house.' I thought matter of factly.
He had used one of those insto-developer camera's. He handed me the picture and it showed a semi tall girl with long blond hair that went down to her hips. Her skin was inbetween tan and winter pale (I never could keep a tan). I was somewhat skinny, but by no means a supermodel. I had a gentle kind of quirky smile on (my trade mark), as if I was quietly amused at something. My eyes where a startling greeny blue (they vary between a stormy blue-grey and a green that fades into a hazel that's spect with gold.) The girl in the picture held herself with a subconsious grace, and looked as if she was someone you could trust. I am always surprised when I looked at pictures of myself, cause they never look the way I picture myself. After I had finished looking at the picture, I handed it back to Artemis.
"You contacted the EYT, wich stands for Education of Youth Today, their motto is Sharing and learning knowledge. You wanted to be an exchange student because." But I cut him off before he could finish.
"I wanted to experience another culture first hand. I wanted to do France, but the French teacher said I would have to wait for four years. I really wanted to do this, so I sighned up anyway, mentioning that I only know english. Somehow I got lucky, and her I am." I replied. (If I was going to lie, it would hold a basis of truth.)
"You know, it's rude to interupt someone." Artemis told me coldly.
"You know, I normaly wouldn't have, but there's something about you that just ticks me off." 'Wow, what is my problem, I don't even know this kid. I should at least attempt to get along with him.'
He gave me a cold glare. "I'll have a reply from my mother and farther by breakfast tomarro." At that he gave me a peircing glare, and walked away.
At about nine, I took the long walk up to my room. I used the lucherious bathtub, and sank into softbed, and was out like a light. (You see, since I like to get up early, I need to go to bed early too.) The next day I woke to the sun slowly rising over the horizon. The sky blushed, and my room was the color of diluted blood. I looked at the clock on my dresser, and it said that it was seven thirty. I good time to get up. Not a breakneck time like six AM but not late like nine or ten. As I looked around, I saw a simple turtle neck shirt, and some slacks. They where just barley my size. In other words, they where too big, but the some how managed to stay on. Hey, at least they were clean. After brushing and rebraiding my hair, I wandered down to the lounge.
'Maybe I should have some breakfast, no I don't think so. I don't react well to early breakfasts. Besides, I'm more of a brunch person.' I thought to myself. After glancing around the lounge for a few seconds, I noticed some paper and pencils. I began to doode what I had originaly thought Artemis would look like, then what he really looked like. After I had finished, I took a step back and surved my work. I had drawn an Artemis split in half. The right side was my version, the left reality. They were pretty good too, the real Artemis actually reasembled him.
That was when Artemis walked in, "I waited for you at breakfast." He told me in an emotionless voice.
"I'm not a breakfast person, it doesn't bde well for the rest of the day." I replied, my perfect morning ruined.
"What's that?" he asked, showing a slight interest.
"Just a doodle," I said nervously, while passing it to him. I always get nervous when people look aat my art.
"It's pretty good, who's the person on the right?"
"That's what I had thought you would look like. You could actualy resemble it if you smiled." I promted. He just gave me a long look, before wordlessly handing back the picture and leaving. "Oh, why do you have to be such a sour lemon?" But he just ignored me and continued on his way.
A/N: Sorry, again, that this took so long. I have the flue. I am coughing a lot, and one one my friends pointed out that, that kind of cough should be accompanied by blood. I'm also doing drama. I'm in charge of painting and designe. I got sick and stade home yesterday, but I gave them a not saying what was supposed to be done. When I got back, everything was messed up. I can't leave for one day without caos! I'm just a Freshman, I shouldn't have to worry about carrying the techys! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Okay, I feel better now.
I eagerly await your next review.
Disclamer: I own Artemis and all other characters associated with him. Made you look! No, da, of coarse I don't own him, but I do own "myself".
Warning: May include bit of hilarity that will cause side splitting laughter. (I wish)
Slime Frog: I'm glad you like foaly, I'll make sure to tell him that in this chapter. He was feeling really depressed and despondent, you'll cheer him right up. Speaking of frogs, my little sister LOVES frogs, she thinks you are my best reviewer. Hehe
Aurora Rose: I don't want it to be a Mary-Sue, but I don't know what a Mary- Sue is. Please tell me! And I'm glad that you like my lovely little descriptions of Artemis.
And for all of you saying, GET ON WITH IT! Here is the story:
"You will pretent to be an exange student from America." Artemis began before I cut him off with peals of laughter. "What's so funny?" He asked coldly.
"You don't know how many fanfics have the "exange" student thing going on. It really is becoming old, and I had sworn never to do more than three Artemis Fowl with an exange student story. And here I am living one!" I managed to say through my laughter. After I had caught my breath I managed to ask, "what makes you pick exange student?"
"My mother tried to have an exange student come here, I blocked her letters, but she still thinks that one is going to come for Christmas." He replied cooly.
"I guess you don't like social interactions all that much." I asked, amusment plain in my voice.
He gave me a side ways look before continuing, "I need to send the letter to my mother saying that the exange student has arrived. I need you to fill out the usual forms that say your height, interests, and so on." (A/N: I'm making this up as I go along. Does anyone know what really happens?)
He passed the form across the table to me. "This will be fun," I commented while giving it a once over.
After Dinner I headed into the lounge and, well, lounged on the couch. The form asked what my hobbies were, if I did any athletics, and if so what, did I have siblings, what where my intrests, the usual. After arranging myself so that I hung upside down from the coach, I began to fill out the sheet.
"Lets see, interests. Anything to do with art. I like to draw, paint, quilt (cause it's like a drawing that keeps you warm), I play the clarinet, am TRYING to learn the guitar, I like dance (though I'm not very good at it), and love to read. I also love nature, mostly the woods, and love to take long walks (I tend to snow shoe in the winter.)" I murmured, while writing that down. "I have two siblings, twin girls, they are eleven, wait no twelve." I wrote and murmured. 'They'll always be my LITTLE sisters,' I thought to myself. "I'm not very athletic, I used to do dance, but as I said, I'm not very good, I do volley-ball, and it's the only sport that I can do without hurting someone. I am not a natural athlete. I'm fourteen and five five, and my name is Cerinthia, nickname thea, or fia." After I had finished writing/murmuring, Artemis came in with Butler. Mister-never- show-emotion gave my upside down self one look, and sighed.
"Are you finished?" He asked, almost as if he was trying to be patient with me.
"Yep,"was my disgustingly cheerful response.
Artemis took the form and proceded to read it. "So you like art?" He asked offhandedly.
"Yep, if I'm good is altogether another kettle of fish." I told him with a grin.
He didn't grin back. "If you could go stand by that sheet," Artemis said, he never showed any emotion!
I somehow managed to roll off of the couch and walk over to a sheet hanging on the wall. 'Of coarse, he wouldn't want his mom to see me in this house, this picture should have been taken in my house.' I thought matter of factly.
He had used one of those insto-developer camera's. He handed me the picture and it showed a semi tall girl with long blond hair that went down to her hips. Her skin was inbetween tan and winter pale (I never could keep a tan). I was somewhat skinny, but by no means a supermodel. I had a gentle kind of quirky smile on (my trade mark), as if I was quietly amused at something. My eyes where a startling greeny blue (they vary between a stormy blue-grey and a green that fades into a hazel that's spect with gold.) The girl in the picture held herself with a subconsious grace, and looked as if she was someone you could trust. I am always surprised when I looked at pictures of myself, cause they never look the way I picture myself. After I had finished looking at the picture, I handed it back to Artemis.
"You contacted the EYT, wich stands for Education of Youth Today, their motto is Sharing and learning knowledge. You wanted to be an exchange student because." But I cut him off before he could finish.
"I wanted to experience another culture first hand. I wanted to do France, but the French teacher said I would have to wait for four years. I really wanted to do this, so I sighned up anyway, mentioning that I only know english. Somehow I got lucky, and her I am." I replied. (If I was going to lie, it would hold a basis of truth.)
"You know, it's rude to interupt someone." Artemis told me coldly.
"You know, I normaly wouldn't have, but there's something about you that just ticks me off." 'Wow, what is my problem, I don't even know this kid. I should at least attempt to get along with him.'
He gave me a cold glare. "I'll have a reply from my mother and farther by breakfast tomarro." At that he gave me a peircing glare, and walked away.
At about nine, I took the long walk up to my room. I used the lucherious bathtub, and sank into softbed, and was out like a light. (You see, since I like to get up early, I need to go to bed early too.) The next day I woke to the sun slowly rising over the horizon. The sky blushed, and my room was the color of diluted blood. I looked at the clock on my dresser, and it said that it was seven thirty. I good time to get up. Not a breakneck time like six AM but not late like nine or ten. As I looked around, I saw a simple turtle neck shirt, and some slacks. They where just barley my size. In other words, they where too big, but the some how managed to stay on. Hey, at least they were clean. After brushing and rebraiding my hair, I wandered down to the lounge.
'Maybe I should have some breakfast, no I don't think so. I don't react well to early breakfasts. Besides, I'm more of a brunch person.' I thought to myself. After glancing around the lounge for a few seconds, I noticed some paper and pencils. I began to doode what I had originaly thought Artemis would look like, then what he really looked like. After I had finished, I took a step back and surved my work. I had drawn an Artemis split in half. The right side was my version, the left reality. They were pretty good too, the real Artemis actually reasembled him.
That was when Artemis walked in, "I waited for you at breakfast." He told me in an emotionless voice.
"I'm not a breakfast person, it doesn't bde well for the rest of the day." I replied, my perfect morning ruined.
"What's that?" he asked, showing a slight interest.
"Just a doodle," I said nervously, while passing it to him. I always get nervous when people look aat my art.
"It's pretty good, who's the person on the right?"
"That's what I had thought you would look like. You could actualy resemble it if you smiled." I promted. He just gave me a long look, before wordlessly handing back the picture and leaving. "Oh, why do you have to be such a sour lemon?" But he just ignored me and continued on his way.
A/N: Sorry, again, that this took so long. I have the flue. I am coughing a lot, and one one my friends pointed out that, that kind of cough should be accompanied by blood. I'm also doing drama. I'm in charge of painting and designe. I got sick and stade home yesterday, but I gave them a not saying what was supposed to be done. When I got back, everything was messed up. I can't leave for one day without caos! I'm just a Freshman, I shouldn't have to worry about carrying the techys! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Okay, I feel better now.
I eagerly await your next review.