A/N: Jessica and Jamie are my characters, but feel free to use them, as long as you don’t ruin them. Also I’m not really sure how to catagorize this, any help here? Please R,R, and R.

“So I’m, anticonformity, I, don’t try too hard to be, I’m, not what you think you see, inside I’ve made a change, and I can never be the same, no way!” Anticonformity, Krystal Meyers, Krystal Meyers

Jamie’s POV

Sitting in first class writing in my idea book while listening to Anticonformity on my iPod full-blast is a great way to escape reality. Ok fine, I’m drawing, same difference! There is no better way to pass the time on a plane going from New York City to Dublin. I still can’t believe my parents are sending me to an all-girl school in Ireland! It’s as if they want to get rid of me! I wouldn’t be as mad if they had sent me to an all-girl school in NYC, but nooo they have to send me to one in Ireland! My parents told me that I’m going to be staying with their friends, the Fowls. Whatever, I’m going back to drawing.

As I was finishing the purple gel pen outline of my third shadow, Chasing Lies, we were starting to land. Back to the real world, whoopee. I shoved my notebook and writing implements into my carry-on, and grabbed a stick of gum which I started to chew on my way off the plane. As I exited into the terminal, I noticed a family with a sign that said Jeanmarie. Internally cringing I walked over, hating my parents for not mentioning that I went by Jamie.

Artemis’ POV

Frustrated I checked my watch, 10:15 pm, her plane should be here any second now. One thing I have to wonder about is this: what is she like? Mr. & Mrs. Marceto said she’s a night owl, dramatic, and can’t keep her room clean for very long. I was interrupted from my speculations when the plane arrived. Finally, now to find her.

“There she is,” Mother said. Following her gaze, I was shocked. She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with baise, blue, green, and brown stripes, a jean skirt, green tights, turquoise argyle leg warmers, a charm bracelet, and a black beret. Her waist long black hair was in a ponytail down her back, she was listening to an iPod and chewing gum while carrying a tennis ball green carry-on. Interesting to say the least, though it actually looked put together.

Jamie’s POV

Before I reached the Fowls, I paused my iPod, took off my headphones, and shoved it in my pocket. “Hello, Jeanmarie, how are you?” Mr. Fowl asked as I came to a stop in front of them.

“Great thanks, although I go by Jamie,” I replied smiling, they seem nice.

“Hello, my name is Artemis,” a boy my age told me, sticking out his hand.

Shaking it I replied, “Hello, it’s nice to meet you.”

I hated being formal, but I had no choice in the matter. They were being very kind letting me stay with them. The Dublin airport was very different than the one in New York City. For one thing, the floor wasn’t covered in abc gum. When we got my luggage we left the airport around 10:40. We finally reached Fowl manor at 11:00, the only thing keeping me awake was my iPod, which was playing “No Good Deed” from Wicked. I don’t know what it is about Idina Menzel, but her songs are really addicting, to me anyway.

“I’ll show you your room,” Artemis said, holding the door open for me.

“Thanks,” I replied, all I want to do now is get some sleep.

I am so glad that today is Friday, that gives me the whole weekend to try and adjust to the new time zone. After going up a flight of stairs and through a hallway full of creepy portraits of former Fowls, we came to my room. It was big. Bigger than my room in our loft in NYC, lacking personality, but that can (and will) change. He then left me alone. After unpacking what I needed for right now, I changed into some pajamas and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once that was done, I paused my iPod, put it in sleep mode and went to bed.

Some other stories by Lydia Tall:

• My Updates!
• They Pushed Her
• When Things Fall Apart
• The ReSurface
• Technological Curse