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WHile trying to update revise i accidently put chap 2 up again so here you go

RANDOM!

I was wondering what would happen if Artemis Got sent to my school, which mostly has Russians (it's also just a girl's school but that's besides the point.), anyway 3 or 4 shot no flames here we go.

Code

This kind of of type means regular

This kind of type means thinking

This kind of type means screaming

Mixers means like you're screaming on the inside or saying you thought aloud

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Artemis struggled with his uniform. As this had been an all girl's school previously the only uniforms left was for girls. Artemis sighed the only reason he was her was that no one else would take him he had to revert to a school (because going co-ed and wanting to accept more students) that was taking almost anyone. Artemis expected to be out of here in 2 weeks no less (Out of driving teachers mad). Artemis expected to easily surpass all other students (and teachers). Slumped in his seat in the front of the auditorium with the other boys he waited for the Dean/principle to speak.

"Hello and welcome to Noncom academy for girls. Said the Dean /principle (from now on I will just call him Dean) "Opps I meant boys to." Several people slightly giggled. "In addition to welcoming you all back from summer vacation I'd like to introduce the new boys to the school there are in total 20 boys spread out over 9th 10th 11th and 12th grade after I introduce them we will be taking our language placement test this will test what level class you will be in for this subject. Then you will take you English placement test, which will tell if you're in honors or regular. Anyway on with the introductions."

He stood up and walked over to each boy the introductions went as follows:

"This is Michel Lichen coming from P.S. 40 and this is Joey yentu coming from P.S. 83 (A/n: I am randomly naming numbers if I mention your school then…) and this is … (lets skip to the point shall we)

And this is Artemis Fowl a foreign exchange student from Bentley's school for young gentlemen in Ireland; let's give a big ovation to our new students shall we." Then he proceeded to hand out a booklet that none was to turn over until he gave the word. "And the Language of the year is… Hebrew! Turn over your booklets and begin this will tell your level of class.

Artemis was befuddled, never has his business ventures led him anywhere needed to learn Hebrew. His "I'm to smart for you and you bore me" plan won't work if he didn't actually know something and would have to learn it. Artemis handed in his Question sheet blank. A young teacher came up to him and said "don't worry many kids have trouble with our fluent language program you'll catch up in a year or two." A year or two!" Artemis wanted to out sooner then that. He passed the English exam with tremendous ease. Artemis was then escorted to the Lunchroom where they waited for the test results (imagine a super computer that grades something in like 2 seconds.) Finally, Artemis noticed his surroundings he was in a room of Russians, and although conversing shouldn't be a problem his father was known and not liked over in Russia. This was not going to be an enjoyable experience.