"America?" Artemis Fowl The Second said, he didnt belive it. America, the city of pollution and gangs, graphetti and loud music! What was
his mother thinking, no Fowl could go to America! The Fowls were much to elegant, they belonged in Ireland. But alas, this was no joke.
Artemis could tell by his mothers expression. "I'm so sorry Artemis, but we think the change will be good for you. Dont hate me." Angeline
said sadly. "Mother i could never "hate" you but I cant say I approve of your desicion. I'm not going to America!" Artemis said with disgution.
"Yes you are. That is that! Your leaving tomarro, pack your bags." Angeline said with a sudden courage. Artemis was at a loss for words his
mother had never spoken so roughly. "Yes mother." Artemis said with much regret. "Oh and Arty, Dear, Do wear "normal" boys clothes. You
will find
them in your closet, I bought them today. Dont try anything, I will be checking your bags before you leave. Good-night dear. get some rest.
you have a big day tomarro!" Angeline rose from Artemis's bed and left, shutting the door behind her. Artemis was bewildered, not only a
new school, but new clothes! Proposterous! But Artemis did find the complete teenage boys wardrobe when he opened his closet door.
Why did it have to be him!
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