Artemis walked into his first class, History, this class was going to be incredibly easy. Artemis decided he would spend his class time ploting
and making the teacher, Miss Grockman, miserable. Artemis overheard two girls talking about which shade of lipstick would look better on
them and was frankly disgusted with their grammer. "Morons." he thought to himself, this was something he wouldnt usually say but he could
not find another way to describe these people. The girl sitting front of him turned around, she had brown hair and blue eyes she looked as if
she could have been a doll but if you taked to her, or stared into her eyes you could see she was really wasnt the sweetest person you
could
meet. "Morons? Really Artemis, I wouldnt do that here. " she stated, "The people here are like sharks, one wrong move and those pretty
little
eyes of your will be black and blue." Artemis wondered how she new his name, and why was she talking to him. "Oh, and everyone knows
your name by now. You would be amazed how fast new can spread. " she said like she read his mind. Artemis felt the urge to pass a snide
remark but surprisingly felt himself scared to. Perhaps it was the American accent that scared him. Of all the accents he had ever heard this
one was the toughest and roughest one yet. Thankfully the teacher started talking.
-Well I'll tell you this isnt about Artemis acting like a freak,
I plan to keep him in charecter for now, and I dont know if this is going to be romantic or funny or even scary. I just right what i feel at the
time so, even I dont know what this will be about in the end.