Juliet
finished the sentence for him, "Random?" "Yes, Juliet you must have
been day dreaming. That is not something I would say." Juliet sighed
and nodded. Its something she said to me... Artemis stopped short, his eyes wide and his face pale. Juliet looked back to see what was keeping him, "Artemis?"
Thursday Dec.7
Nothing worth noting happened on Thursday.
End recap
.-Space-.
Friday Dec.8
1:15
"A'temis, you think too much, I know because I do that too. One day
we're both going to think ourselves into oblivion. Now won't that be
fun?" A smile stretched into view. An eleven year-old Artemis Fowl gave
a strange look to the person walking beside him, although he could not
see the (girl's) person's face. "I do not think to much, and how
would oblivion be fun?" The girl shook her head. "I didn't think you'd
need to ask, are you not supposed to be a 'genius' or something?" She
made air quotes around the word genius. Artemis glared at her, "I am
begining to think that you're delusional, and yes I am a genius. Also,
my name is Artemis, not Awtemis or what ever it was you just said."
Laughter. It filled the air and suffocated his voice, trapp--
4:26
--ed him inside his head, stupid dreams, pointless dreams. No, not dreams memorys.
Artemis scoffed at this thought, if it had been a memory he would have
known the strange girl, but he didn't so it couldn't have been a
memory Then why did it seem familiar? Artemis shrugged his shoulders, dreams were not supposed to make sense. Great, first dreams that have no purpose but to annoy me and now I'm arguing with myself.
He walked over to his closet seeing no point in trying to go back to
sleep. As he opened the door and shuffled through the many suits and
shirts he had (though he would have prefered only having the suits it
made him feel a bit out of place at the school he was forced into, his
parents said he needed to 'socialize') he realized something a bit
strange. Everything he owned (save for a dress shirt that he had
received as a gift and a few pairs of jeans lying on the closet floor;
he made a mental note to pick them up later) was black, even his shoes.
It was like he wore shadows instead of clothing. That earned a rather
disturbing smile, however slight it may have been, from the boy. After
all, he basically lived in the shadows. Looking over the
contents of the closet the boy's smiled transformed into a smirk;;
Black suited him just fine. No, better than fine, perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
Je regrette.
I am having a serious case of writes block
So that is all I got.