Aretemis Fowl

Months passed and soon it was Natale Eve. At the request of Mrs. Fowl, Elena became Friends with Artemis. Mr. and Mrs. Fowl came to trust Elena enough to leave the house for long periods of time. Artemis taught Elena how to read lips so that they could communicate without the parents knowing.

Every morning, Elena would jog around the grounds. Artemis would watching from his bedroom window. Her breath materialized in quick clouds in front of her. She finished her run and started to stretch out. She faced away from Artemis’s window and bent down to touch her toes. Artemis smiled, then mentally...

Artemis was sitting in his study scolding himself. He put his head in his hands, resting his elbows on the desk.

“You are such an idiot,” he said. “You should not have got down there and talked to her. Now it is going to be even harder to control my hormones.”

The door opened and Artemis quickly sat up. Elena poked her head into the room.

“Dinner’s ready,” she detto and closed the door.

Artemis sighed and stood up. He straightened his camicia and walked down the stairs to the dining room. His parents were already at the table. He sat down on his father’s left side and waited to be...

Elena walked into the cucina and froze in her tracks. It was a mess! Dishes were piled high in the sink and there was grim covering the floor, which was buried under a foot of trash.

“Might as well get to work,” Elena said. She pulled a Persian blue ribbon from around her neck and tied her hair back. She grabbed all the cucina cleaning supplies from the closet and got to work.

First, Elena loaded all of the dishes into the dishwasher and started it. It will be done da the time I finish everything else, she thought.

It took twenty minuti to bag up the trash and take it outside. Elena discovered...

Elena stared wide-eyed at the giant living room. The dark haired boy draped a blanket over her shoulders.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Another man and a woman entered the room. They were much older and she guessed them to be the boy’s parents. The giant man followed behind them. They sat down on the divano opposite of Elena. The giant stood behind them. The boy returned from the cucina and handed Elena a cup of hot chocolate.

“Thank you,” she whispered again. The boy walked over and sat successivo to the adults. Elena could see similarities in their faces and guessed that they were related....