falling 6
a PRH novel
a/n: sorry for the long update. busy with my multiply and exams
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chapter 6
adrenaline
2 days. 2 days of pampering, or pretending of smiling for the camera. 2 days of make-up and lectures on world trade, of dancing lessons and fine dining with...manners. I used to shudder at all of these things; for 15 years I was raised to loathe every one of the long list of activities I did for the past 2 days here in Fowl Manor. I would have beared everything, I would have gone through all of these without complain. I was entirely capable of hiding my emotions and play pretend for two care free couple who was not contented with 3 boys. I could have, if...
If he had never climbed down that staircase, if he would have never spoken a word. If. His words echoed through my head, torturing me with sleepless nights and distubed thoughts. How could one person, one boy had that much effect on me? I've had worse insults, and none of them ever affected me. But, his lack of care while I was living in a world of servants and butlers....
Thats it! It was this whole damn place of paradise! Where was the fun in being polite. How could you even have a life when your busy ordering people around. Sounds childish for a 15 year old, but who cares? I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins.I ran out of my enormous room and went to find butler.
2 hours and 3 mudpies later
The chandelier had been swung, the living room had been mud-ified, the guest bathroom was in a mess and lipstick doodles were all you could see in the walls. I was covered in mud, my hair was tangled and my face was still covered in pie filling from the pie-fight the twins and I had. Time to prank people and ruin their lives...
I took my phone and redirected my SIM to Interpol Center.(I got the number from Butler) I pressed call button on 'Dad'
"Anora," (my dad's secretary for Arty related activities) "I knowmy son has been skulking. I know when he's begging for attention! That blueprints of the Swedish bank is one of his ways to get my attention, remember?"
"Artemis Fowl Senior, you are under arrest for child abuse and storing micro chips on your 19 year old son's brain that causes him to act like a pig and a son of a *****h" I said in my most manly voice." I could already imagine Dad's lawyer cowering at the interpol officers. "And, your son is gay and secretly writes vampire sagas under the alias of Stephenie Meyer." I hunged up.
Next stop Dad's study. With the help of Butler, I assembled a pulley at the top of the door connected to a box of water baloons in the ceiling of the exact spot Dad would be on when he opens the door. I knocked twice and ran at the nearest vase.
My grin turned into a heartbroken look, as Artemis Fowl the Second turned toward my hiding place, glaring at me with angry, passionate eyes.
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my character has multi personalities. go figure