And, so yeah, what did y'all think? Anything, no? I'm sure it'll get better. It started off kinda, I dunno. But I've got an idea in mind, and well, god, here ya go.
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Across Distant Seas
Chapter 2—The First Journey
Her room was spacious, with plain walls and thick carpet. There were beautifully carved bureaus of rich wood where all her clothes were stored, magically put up by unseen help. She had a pretty window with a cushioned seat that overlooked the well kept, rich rose-and-ivy garden. The bed was her favorite. It was a four post canopy—sheer black and blue hangings, with a black comforter with blue satin sheets. Angie had remembered her favorite colors.
And now she was on the bed, with Angie, laughing about old times.
"I still think it's a great idea that you're letting us go out tomorrow, Angie. It sounds like so much fun! How did you ever come up with it?"
"Actually, Butler suggested it, but don't tell Arty. He would be appalled. I'm sorry he didn't accept you more warmly. It's just because your so pretty."
"Angie!"
"What? You don't actually think I don't remember all those American boys following you around."
"Ha! That was only because I was carrying the last football in the sports department."
"Did you give it to that little boy in the hospital?"
"Jason? Yeah. He really liked. I heard he won't go to sleep without that and the teddy-bear you bought him. I know for a fact that he would go into surgery without it. They let him."
"You made them, didn't you?" Angie said, laughing.
"You bet I did. I screamed at the head surgeon for half an hour until he did. He came out later announcing the surgery a success, all thanks to a damn bear. It was the funniest thing."
"Still, I don't think they were following you for the football."
"Think what you will. American boys are jerks. No manners, almost non boundaries. Lazy. Not like Europeans."
"Ha! The differences. I've heard of tons of our girls that would love nothing more than to meet an American boy."
"Two countries split," she said.
"Like a box of fries?"
"Right down the middle."
"And the Coca-Cola out of your nose?"
"It's not my fault you tried to talk like the cashier!"
Angie put on her best American accent, which was greatly influenced by her Irish. "Would you like ranch dressing with your Caesar salad?"
This outburst of memories let out a flood of giggles. A knock on her door made them jump and let out another stream of laughter. "Come in!" Sam called.
Nothing happened. Sam rolled her eyes. "Hold on," she said to Angie.
She bounced of the bet and opened the door. There stood Artemis, looking masked. His dark hair was slicked back from his dark brow, and his face held what may have been considered handsome if he didn't look thirty instead of seventeen. He was only a year older than her. "Can I help you?"
"Is my mother in there?"
"Nope, I was just laughing to myself. Yeah, she's in here." She opened the door wider. "Angie."
"What is it, Artemis?"
"I'm just checking to make sure that the plans for tomorrow are alright with you."
"Since when have you ever checked with me? Of course they are, Arty. I'm the one who came up with it, didn't I? A day in the country will be nice. It will give Samantha a chance to see some of the natural Ireland. As long as you give her back by the day after tomorrow. We have a shopping trip planned."
"Ah, yes, Angie! That's awesome!"
"I know. It's because I'm me, and when your me…" They trailed off into laughter. "Anyway, off to bed, Sami. I'm sure your tired. You, too, Arty. Let her get some rest. You both will have plenty of time to talk tomorrow. Goodnight, sweetie." She kissed Samantha's cheek and gave her a hug. She turned and touched Artemis's shoulder, nudging him out of the door. "Goodnight, Arty."
She shut the door behind her, and before Sam knew it, she was already in her luxurious bed, fast asleep.
It was not so bright and early when she woke up in the morning. She looked at the alarm by her bed blearily. It was four thirty in the morning. Oh dear God.
She threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, throwing her hair in a ponytail and tossing on some make-up. She fought back a feeling of nausea that she attributed to early morning-jet-lag-food-deprived queasiness. She hurried downstairs to find a plate of warm croissants. She ate three, felt better, and walked into the entrance way. She looked down at her watch. It was only four-forty five. Artemis stood against the door, looking wide awake and masked, again. Butler was beside him, looking like all buisness with dark glasses and a gun strapped to his belt under his dark suit. He was quiet as he escorted them outside, checking above, under, around, and in the car before letting them in.
Everyone was quiet on the ride to Tara. Sam toyed with her cell phone for a while, then sat staring out the window. They snuck onto the pasture by the munching holographic cow. The next thing she new, she was being grabbed by Butler and pulled close. For a second, everything was warm and fuzzy. Then she was flying through dream world. It was too early. Then she was being shaken awake.
It was warm. The seating was cramped. Next to her was Artemis, looking uncomfortable. Butler was behind, crammed tighter than filling in an éclair. She almost laughed. Then she realized she was underground.
She hates small spaces. Well, only when she knew she couldn't get out, and this definitely felt like she wasn't getting out of this rocking, tunnel enclosed…shuttle. Before she could panic, though, the shuttle stop, and they were getting out. And….there were so many…faries. They were all lined up, short, and beautiful in their own foreign way. At the end of the salute line there was one face she could identify. Short auburn hair. The only feminine face around beside her own.
"Artemis Fowl, Butler, Samantha McAllester," Holly Short said, looking almost regal. Artemis greeted her almost friendly, looking smugly at Samantha. Butler greeted her happily, and the fairy smiled back. Then she turned to Sam, and much to her relief, smiled. "Hello, Samantha. I'm terribly sorry you had to get involved with Mud Boy and the giant here. It's nice to finally meet you."
"As with you," she replied smiling. She shook her hand. Artemis looked crestfallen. Sam didn't think Holly had warmed this fast to him.
"Right this way, if you please. We've got a lot to go over in a little time."
Sam nodded and took her steps into this whole new world.
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