Dream or Nightmare? (Artemis Fowl Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Rosalinda's POV

"Dear Diary,

My life sucks. Its so boring. Go to school and study. Then come back and study. Argh. Sometimes I wish the world in books were real. Especially my favourite book series. Yes, its Artemis Fowl. Oh, how I wish that I'll end up there. But its all just dreams. Sigh. Anyway, Mom's going to call me for dinner anytime now so bye.

Yours,

Rose"

I quickly snapped the pale blue book shut and put it under my pillow. I stood up and headed over to the mirror and looked at myself sadly. My name is Rosalinda Maryn Joseph. But everybody calls me Rose. Its easier, right? What kind of parents name your child with such a long ancient name? Apparently, my parents. I had straight brown hair and boring brown eyes. Typical. But if you looked at my eyes closely, you'll see weird gold flecks in them. Not that anybody bothers. I have naturally pale skin that is usually clear. I hastily pulled up my long hair into a scruffy bun and marched down the stairs. Time for dinner and a long talk about getting high grades, I thought dismally.

Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. But being the only child of two very successful business managers puts a lot of stress on you. My mom was a tall, skinny and stern woman who carried herself with much pride and confidence. My father was no different. My mother always wore a dull office suit in drab colours. She always had her blond hair tied up in a neat bun with her make up perfect, even at home. My father kept his brown wavy hair natural and usually wore dark pants and a white shirt with a tie. As you can probably guess, my family is not closely knit. My parents are almost never home and when they are, all they do is talk about my grades and achievements. Such a terrible life.

"So. Your grades are dipping," my mother began.

"Seriously? I am at the top of my class! What more do you expect me to do?" I argued.

"Well, you can start with-" my father started.

"You know what? I have some things to do. See you," I cut him off hastily. Feeling my parents' disapproving glares on my back, I left the table and marched up the stairs. Flinging my room door open, I stepped inside the clean and neat room.

All I wanted to do was sketch. Art was my passion. Something that my parent did not approve of. They wanted me to focus on business stuff which I find extremely boring. I lay down on my bed and picked up a pencil and pad and began to sketch. As I added in one stroke after another, I realised that I was drawing the graphic novel version of Artemis Fowl the Second. My eyelids began to droop and the last thing I saw before darkness overtook me was a bright symbol burning on the pad. I dismissed it as a figment of my imagination and slipped into unconsciousness.