Ella(): Remus gave up years ago, thus not acquainted with modern technologies Artemis Fowl possesses. He was-well-it's in this chapter. And Remus isn't the type of girl who screams and jumps up and down. She was excited, but she composes herself. Like her brother. They just like to act as if nothing ever happened. Romulus was kidnapped. He had never left her. And I was in Mississauga, Ontario. Or something like that. I have cousins in Toronto and Mississauga. Thanks for the encouragement.
Michael left the dormitory. I immediately called Artemis' cell phone, which was part of the plan.
"Hello," He answered, "Remus?"
"The one and only, Monsieur Fowl." I answered, checking if Michael was still there. Nope, coast clear. I called Romulus on the three-way thing.
"All the roommates gone?" Romulus answered.
"Hello to you, too, Romulus." I muttered. We announced the rest of the plans-I mean-Artemis announced the rest of the plan, and once again I was staring into nothingness. Just waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, the dormitory room flew open. Michael and his cronies entered the room.
"Hey!" said the biggest one, "You're the chick that defended those geeks."
"First," I explain, stepping right up to him, "Don't call me chick. I'm Victoria Chanlese. Two, those 'geeks' are my friends. Three" I smacked his face, "Don't you ever look at me that way, ever again."
"Sorry, babe." He laughed, rubbing his cheek, "I didn't know they were your friends."
"Have any excuse for the other two?" I asked sarcastically, ignoring the first part.
"I'm afraid to say it." He meant it as a compliment, and he wanted me to know it. "Anyway, I'm Eric Taff. This is Dean Bailey, and this idiot here is Mac Stevens." Mac laughed tensely and punched Eric on the shoulder.
"And," Eric continued, "We're the absolute best players on the football team."
"If you said that to impress me," I said, rolling my eyes, "It's not working, because I have a boyfriend already." Michael's jaw twitched.
"Is it that Gothic one?" He asked.
"No." I answered. Okay, I seriously didn't mean to lie about having a boyfriend and all, but they pushed me. I swear. Hands up to prove it. "You don't know him." For some strange and weird reason, Michael kept looking at my picture of Marcus.
"It's not him." I snapped, walking out of the room, "So don't even think of smashing up his photo."
"I didn't." he replied dully, as I slammed the door shut behind me. After 3.6 seconds, I finally found Romulus' room. His roommate was not here yet.
"How's high school suiting my dear brother?" I asked, switching back to English. Speaking English to Michael felt like torture.
"I feel like a grown man in punishment." Romulus laughed, "and if you get in the cheerleading squad, tell them that I'm not into young girls."
"I'm not joining the cheerleading squad." I groaned, "I don't like performing in front of a large audience and being the center of attention." As if on cue, Romulus stopped unpacking and stared at me unblinkingly.
"Very funny, Romulus." I laughed. Romulus grinned and continued unpacking. After a few minutes of talking and unpacking, I left and walked back to my room.
"Back already?" Michael drawled with a hint of sarcasm. He was lying on my bed, sneering slightly. My picture of Marcus lay untouched. I was grateful for that.
"What are you doing on my bed?" I asked, with my arms folded.
"My friends are in my room playing cards, "He replied, "and I have a serious headache, but they won't shut up."
"Then go to their room." I inquired.
"I felt tired, and your room was the closest one." I walked to his room, and ordered his friends to get out.
"Problem solved." I announced, as I slammed the dorm room shut Michael opened his eyes, stood up, and walked to his room Giving me a sly grin as he closed his door. I pursed my lips, changed into my black, silk pajamas, and lay in my bed.
The Next Morning
I opened my eyes and looked at my watch. Four o'clock. Perfect. I stood up tiredly and sensed a presence.
"You should always keep your doors locked." Said a masculine voice behind me. I let out the breath I was holding. It was only Romulus.
"I'll bolt it and nail it shut if you want me to." I whispered, in case my roommate wasn't a light sleeper. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"Am I not allowed to catch a glimpse of my dear sister, ma petite?" He pouted, "Or do you want to stay a roommate to an idiot? I met my roommate, and 'he' is actually a 'she'. I'm searching for a word to describe her." Pause, then, "She's a complete airhead. And she's telling her friends about me."
"Good or bad?"
"Very funny, ma petite. It's good to her, but not for me. I don't want to start off school with hormone-raging teenaged girls everywhere I turn."
"Be grateful for your looks, Romulus. Since that's the only thing you have going." I joked.
"Aren't I lucky to have a sister like you." He smiled.
"Where did Monsieur Artemis find you?" I asked after a sudden pause.
"France. He cornered me in the museum."
"Same with me. But I would've gotten away if he didn't put that tracking device on my jacket."
"Fast, but not too fast." He chuckled, "Thank the gods he put that on you, or we wouldn't have met again." I thought about what he said. Artemis Fowl has reunited long lost siblings, and yet I noticed the youth was always alone. I had never met a boy without any friends. Poor boys in the seventeenth century were friends by keeping each other company. Yet, a rich boy has not one companion. We considered ourselves as his friends, but he needs someone his age. Then it hit me.
"When is Monsieur Fowl's Birthday, Romulus?" I asked.
"I don't know. I'll call Butler in the afternoon and ask." He replied, noting the urgency in my voice. "Why? Do you have an idea?"
"Yes. He may fire me for what foolishness I'm going to do, but it's the only thing I can think of to repay him. He might not think of it that way, though."
"I love when you have an idea, ma petite, it puts more fun in life." I knew he'd agree with me. Romulus lived for fun.
