Artemis Fowl and the Techno Takeover

"Bi-?" Pink Hair, Lip Piercings, and Unicorns Barfing Hot Topic Rainbows

I don't have school spirit! Yes, i do! I don't have school spirit! How bout you! School spirit weak, soooo don't wanna participate. Cept off course pajama day. My shirt says "This is the part where i nod my head and act like I'm listening, which in Spanish class, is obviously true, because I just keep my head down end end up drooling on my neighbors hand which then results in me getting detention most of the time.

Any way, Hey its - um , wait a minute a forgot my name because I'M WRITING THIS AT THREE IN THE MORNING ON THANKSGIVING DAY! WOOOHOOO! Yhea, that person that dared me to do that, pay up XP. But hey my buetious fanas! Its your even wackier then normal writer Jinx! In this chapter you guys learn a lot. This is actually longer then I expected it to be . It was just so fun to write! I will warn you though, it curses a few times, and is quite random. Random enough, as i promised in the last really short chapter, to traumatize all of our favorite, sarcastic Mudboy slash fairy, slash what ever the crap he is, we still love em. So read on my noble friends!!!

Oh yhea, CHECK OUT THE SLIDE ON THE SIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Just sum friendly advice ;) ~ Jinx Nightmore 9

Artemis was sitting silently in Holly's cream colored couch, fuming. Holly, who had fallen off the couch, was quite literally rolling around on the floor in a fit of choking laughter

"Holly,' said Artemis moodily, "I think that is enough." He scowled.

"No, no, it i-isn't!" The elf's body once again was racked by giggles, and Captain Holly Short did not giggle.

"It is not funny!"

"You just keep saying that today, Mudboy, but I insure you that the situations you get yourself into are absolutely hilarious."

"Well, that may be your opinion, but it is certainly not mine!"

"Alright, alright, keep your rich guy loafers out of your behind." Holly stood up, still chuckling, and plopped down next to Artemis on the couch. She turned her head slightly so she could look at the boy sitting next to her. Well, no not a boy so much any more. He was almost grown now. She grinned widely at him, looking like a pretty poltergeist.

"But can you blame me, really?" She shook her head, smiling at the crumpled, and slightly ripped piece of paper she in her tan fingers. "That was even funnier then the bowling accident."

After the round of bowling, which Artemis had dismally lost by no less than an embarrassing ninety-four points, Holly apparently decided that she required the long route home to theroly mock Artemis as much as possible. Though, as they were rounding the corner into a densely populated area, a boy, around the age of twenty with ripped jeans, a black unicorn T-shirt, a lip piecing, and neon pink, spiky hair had approached Artemis.

"Nice ass," he had said his green eyes glinting from behind a pair of dark sunglasses, as he looked the Irish kid genius up and down. The stranger's eyes darkened and he smirked.

"Call me," he said shoving a little piece of paper in the Fowl heir's pale hand. With a wink and a hit of Artemis's "ass", the boy was gone, lost in the chaos of the crowded block. He had left Artemis looking queasy with his eyes popping out from his skull, duck-footed, and spluttering, the paper still in his hand. Holly, as to be expected, had collapsed onto her knees barely able to breath from laughter, tears of joy rolling down her nut brown cheeks.

Now, Holly looked at the writing on the paper she held up to the light in front of her. After Artemis had tried ripping it to pieces, she had snatched it out of his long, pianist' fingers. Artemis gave a few futile attempts to get it back, but seeing that he could not succeed, had given up, after Holly had just danced easily out of his reach every time he made to grasp the lined piece of paper. There was no way that he could ever out run a LEP officer. Pluse, he was Artemis Fowl the Second, known for many things, and unfortunately, two left feet were one of them. No matter how how many times he denies it.