Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl or Butler or his parents. Ms. Trion is mine though.

The heir of a criminal nation. The devious mastermind behind many a scheme. The youngest in his kindergarten class.

Artemis Fowl.

Artemis Fowl!

"Artemis Fowl! For the third time would you please pay attention," said Artemis's teacher, Ms. Trion. The class giggled as Artemis blinked back into the real world. He had been thinking again. Something you apparently were not supposed to do in Kindergarten.

"Now Artemis what could you possibly be day-dreaming about that is more important than learning you letters?" Ms. Trion inquired. Artemis looked down at his desk. He knew it wasn't a redundant question. Ms. Trion would want an answer. But he couldn't tell her that he was thinking of ways for his father to boost the family accounts. Especially since most of the ways they were boosted was illegal.

"Well, Artemis, would you like to share with us what is so important?" Ms. Trion said. Truth be told she was expecting him to say he was thinking about something like a TV show.

"I was thinking about inertia ma'am," Artemis lied.

"Inertia?"

"Yes ma'am it's one of Newton's laws of motion. The first I believe. I find it very interesting."

"You're a smart boy," Ms. Trion started. "But I'll tell you this; learning your letters is more important than science right now." She was annoyed with this Fowl kid. How was she supposed to teach her class when they were constantly distracted by this odd child?

"I know, Ms. Trion, I quite agree," the five year old replied.

"So then why are you not paying attention to the lesson?" Ms. Trion moaned.

"Because," Artemis started even though his teacher would not like the answer. "I already know how to read."

Ms. Trion relaxed. The child simply thought he could already read. She had dealt with his type before.

"No you don't, Artemis, I haven't taught you yet. That will come latter," She told him. Like all five year olds however Artemis didn't like to be told he couldn't do something. Especially if he knew he could.

"But I can read," he whined.

"Oh, Artemis," said his teacher. "You may have pretended you could have but you can't."

"I can to read," Artemis shouted. Oops. Shouting was a big no-no in kindergarten. Artemis quickly studied his name tag on his desk to avoid looking at Ms. Trion.

He knew he was in trouble. Artemis Fowl the second had yelled at his teacher. His parents would be so disappointed in him. At the thought of disappointing his parents a big wet tear rolled down his nose. How could he face his mother if she found out?

Artemis looked up. Ms. Trion's firm gaze was upon him. At that moment Artemis would have given all the gold in the world for Butler to be there. To protect him from Ms. Trion's gaze.

"Artemis you may go sit in the naughty chair for yelling."

Artemis thought about his mother. Tears were poring freely now.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Trion! I'll pay attention to letters!"

"Artemis go to the chair."

"Yes, ma'am," Artemis sobbed.

Artemis pulled himself out of his desk and trudged over to the little chair facing the corner and sat down, depressed.

"What would father do?" Artemis thought to himself. Artemis sat up strait in the naughty chair. He wasn't ashamed anymore. Yes he had yelled at the teacher but he could read. It didn't matter now. In the long run he would show them all.

"Aurum Es Potestas," Artemis mumbled to himself.

"Artemis, Is there something you would like to share with the class?" Said Ms. Trion. Talking was not allowed in the naughty chair. Was there no end to this child's ego?

"Yes I do," said Artemis, turning in his seat to treat his teacher to the new vampire smile of his. "Aurum Est Potestas. Gold is Power."

The End