Warning! This creeped out all the people I asked to read it. You might get a little lost along the way so I'll explain things, okayz? Well, Quinn is a twelve year old with an affinity for Artemis Fowl. It's like Artemis is her imaginary friend. What's going to happen is she's going to get tired of her imaginary Artemis and she's going to wish for the real thing. Her father 'who art in heaven' will ask God to work a little miracle and actually grant Quinn's wish. The real Artemis shows up and...you'll just have to wait and see what happens. I bet I get full marks for originality, eh? Enjoy the story!
Afterschool:
Quinn Harley Davidson plopped down in her usual seat at the back of the bus, ignoring the sniggers and giggles of the students that peered over the top of their seats to look at the 'Freaky Geek'. When she was younger, the staring and whispers used to bother her to the point that her life was a non-stop ride of misery. Having no friends didn't help her self-esteem any either. But that was before she met Artemis Fowl.
Artemis sat down in the seat next to her and glared at all the kids that were staring at Quinn like she was an interesting animal on display.
"How are you today Quinn?" asked Artemis, brushing a lock of raven hair out of his sapphire eyes.
"I'm fine," said Quinn quietly. "My mother packed tuna again."
"To be frank, your mother is not fit to be a parent. What happened to maternal instincts and the like? What kind of mother would put food her child was allergic to in her lunch?"
"At least she actually made me lunch this morning," said Quinn as she stared out of the window at the fluffy white clouds in the baby blue sky.
Artemis rolled his eyes. "At least she remembered to give you poison."
"Artemis? Can we stop talking about my mom?"
"What would you like me to talk about, then? I read an interesting article on the Chaos Theory the other day…"
"What was your last adventure?"
"Ah. My last adventure took place in the deep and uncharted jungles of Africa. Butler and I were looking for the Sujat Diamond…"
The door opened seconds after Quinn had rang the doorbell. Her mother stood in the doorway with an unusually large smile on her face that faded into her usual frown as she saw it was just her daughter.
"Hey Quinn," said her mother. "How was your day today?"
Quinn didn't answer because she knew that it was a rhetorical question. Her mother was already retreating into the dark recesses of their home. Quinn shut and locked the door behind her, took off her shoes and slipped into her room as silently as a mouse. Artemis was sitting on her bed staring up at the ceiling. Quinn said nothing to him as she searched under her bed for her special box.
She pulled out an old shoe box and flipped off the lid. Inside were numerous photos of her dad, a small box of pins and a doll. Quinn had made the doll and fashioned it to look like Robert, her mother's latest beau.
"You're not going to do that again, are you?" asked Artemis as he sat up. He was ignored.
Quinn picked out the box of pins and opened it.
"I'm sorry Robert. You just picked the wrong woman." Quinn plunged a needle into the throat of the Robert doll.
"Do you think it will work?" she asked Artemis. Artemis shifted uncomfortably where he sat.
"Maybe…maybe it's time to let go of your father, Quinn," said Artemis hesitantly. He winced at Quinn's look.
"You can go away now," she said softly. "I have homework to do. And after that, I'm going to improve on this voodoo doll."
Artemis faded back into her imagination. She picked up a needle and stuck it into Robert's heart before putting everything away and starting her homework.