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ARTEMIS’S ROOM, ARGON CLINIC, HAVEN
Artemis stared at the brochure in horror.
Hathaway Academy for Gifted Minors, it read. “You’re sending me HERE?”
Holly nodded. “Foaly checked it out. It should be okay.”
Other than this ‘Trinity’ girl who apparently wants to kill me, Artemis thought. Out loud, he said, “Holly, the students of this school are insane. Once at St. Bart’s I had to do a project with a transfer from Hathaway.” He shook his head. “Never again.”
“Too late, Mud Boy. Foaly already enrolled you.” She put a hand on his arm. “Wish you could go home,” she said quietly.
Artemis only nodded in response.
AN: All right, boys and girls, here’s where it gets interesting. I just want to thank the former AFcrazy15 for inspiring this strange, somewhat emo tale. Enjoy!
HATHAWAY, LOS ANGELES
Artemis walked to the front office nervously, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Look for a boy named Aaron, Foaly had said. He’ll probably be in the front office.
“Come in,” said a high, clear, oddly familiar voice.
Artemis walked in to see a girl sorting through a metal filing cabinet in the corner. Her outfit was goth, the look completed by mortorcycle boots and an Evanascence t-shirt. But the scariest part was that the girl looked like a female version of Artemis.
He shook himself. “I’m looking for Aaron.”
The girl stepped foward to shake his hand, and Artemis noticed for the first time that she had tiny fangs.
Her grip on his hand was warm and strong. “I’m Arin Flamel. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Artemis.”
Notice anything familiar…?