Warnings: Creepy and a weird, abrupt ending.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Artemis Fowl, anything associated to it, or the hand-game. I don’t know who owns the hand-game, but my tía taught it to me, so I guess she’s responsible for this absolute crud.
A/N: I wanted to play this recently, but no one will play with me 🙁 But still, I hope this is okay. Also, this is a two-shot. Be overjoyed.
“Can I play, too?” She asks the group of boys, all her cousins. It’s a family event, and everyone is there. The boys are playing a game where you kick the ball through a net to score points. The trick is, you can’t use your hands and you’re not supposed to let it touch the ground. They were cheating, though, and allowed one bounce per pass.
“No!” One screams, head butting the soft ball through a hoop.
“Why not?” She pouts, and swings her heel slightly, making her little-girl tiered dress subtly wave.
“Because you’re a girl!” Another shouts.
The first boy laughed, “Yeah, and girls aren’t any good at sports!”
“Please? I want to try . . .” She’s the youngest, only at the developmental stage of a three-year-old human, and no one knows how smart she is. No one knows this will haunt her for years.
The oldest boy, an older teenager, says, rather calmly: “You must be stupid, little cousin. Girls don’t play boy’s games. You’d never keep up; we’d probably hurt you. Play it safe, no challenges and go play with the other girls.”
She tears up. “I can keep up! I can! Let me play, please? I can take ‘it’. You won’t hurt me. Please . . . I just want to try.”
He frowns. “No, stop.” He scoops her up, and the other boys start playing again as he walks away. “Okay, stop crying. This is why you can’t play; we’ll only make you cry. Now, I don’t want you to get hurt, so go play with the other girls.”
She sniffles and shakes her head. “I want to play with you guys. This game looks like fun.”
He sets her down by the girls. “I said no. You’re too little, and you’ll cry. Maybe when you’re bigger.”
She sniffled and sat down, too stubborn to look at the girls, nonetheless play house with them. There was no fun, no challenge. She took “bigger” to mean “better”; like how it was “better” when Daddy had “bigger” profits. She waited, and waited until she was better.