I do not Own Sherlock Holmes or anything
Prologue
Bored…. Blink
Bored…. Blink
Bored…. Eye twitch
Bored….Arms flailing
"Boredom is worse than death," a petite girl with black hair grimly thought. As you can see, our main character is beyond bored….no, bored is an understatement of how bored she is. Oh? You want to know who this young girl is? Well, first off, her name is Sherlock Holmes. She is 20 years old, though many people think that she only 12 with her short height of 4ft and 7 inches. Right now, currently she bored out of her mind and waiting on a new roommate to help her pay the rent on Baker Street.
"Why…..am I not dead due this boredom…" Sherlock's head turned toward the window and saw her violin sitting lonely at the corner of her window. Sighing, she got up from the old fashioned bed (Hey, she's not rich, you know.) went toward the window and dicaltly picke her newly polished violin. Even though she is poor, she does pride in herself for keeping her violin in suitable condition.
She gently lifted the violin and put the instrument on her shoulder and breathe deeply. And, oh...oh, if you could just hear her music right now, you would be crying for the music was just breathtaking. Her petite body swayed as her bow flew across the instrument. Her fingers danced on the instrument like a ballerina dancing across the stage. And just as she went in to the climax of her music, a voice called out.
"Sherlock, dear...Dear," , the sweet landlady who takes care of the apartment and sometimes would help Sherlock with whatever she needed. I must say I am very impressed with , Considering how Sherlock…..Well, let's just say that she can be quite difficult sometimes, actually no, scratch that, Sherlock is a Demon.
Sherlock's eyes twitch.
"Really, , why must you always call to me in the most inconvenient time. The time where I am actually doing something productive." Sherlock sighed in annoyance and placed her instrument back its original place before answering back, "No need to shout, , I can hear you just fine, I am not deaf, you know."
Sherlock then put on her signature black overcoat on top of her petite frame. She walked down the stairs and to .
"Honestly, Hudson, why must you call me whenever I am busy. I do hope you called me because you actually need something and not because you want share another one horrid stories about your childhood or your family." Sherlock crossed her arms over chest and gave a pointed look, to which sweetly smile back.
'Well, your roommate is here," she answered back with calm but sweet face, not even fazed by what Sherlock just say. Like I say, , you are something.
Then a man of somewhat of a tall figure, 5ft 11 inches, Sherlock guessed from looking at him, came stepping out looking curiously at Sherlock. Now, that my reader, is our second main character, his name is John Watson, he is a Doctor. Well he used to serve in the British Army before he was injured and he was unable to continue serve. The army send him back after he got recover from his injuries and sent him 11 shillings and 6 pence every night before he realize that he did will not have enough money to last for long. Since then, he has been searching for roommate and it just so happens that he found a flyer with Sherlock's name saying that she needs a roomate. What he did not know was that his life changed the moment he met the spunky, hotheaded, and genius Sherlock Holmes.
"His name is John Watson," said.
John continued to stare at her before saying "Oh, I did not know that has a daughter."
Sherlock face was filled with so much blood lust, you could cut it with a knife. Sherlock's long bangs covered her face for a moment before her emired green gem eyes snapped up to his face.
"I have you know, I am Sherlock Holmes," Sherlock's voice dripped with malice.
Eyes wide, John could only stare at the young women whom he mistake for a child. "My apol…" he started
"Do not apology if you do not mean it," she snapped, "and stop looking at me like a stupid dog."
Seeing how this would in, chose this moment to interrupt their somewhat of civil conservation.
"Dear, I'm making tea. Would you like some?"
Sherlock spun around, her hair whipping around, and growled out, " . First of all, do not interrupt my conservation. Second, why must you ask me if I want tea if you know I am just going to no."
John's eyes widen even further, as if they could go any further. He simply could not believe that they was this much fire in that small body.
Before John or could say anything, Sherlock spoke again.
"And, John or should I say from the Second Anglo-Afghan War, I do play the violin quite frequently and I do quite like experimenting. So if you have a problem with any of that, then I suggest you get a new a roommate." With that, Sherlock stormed up back to her room, and closing the door with a resounding bang.
"How did she know that?" John, stunned that Sherlock had figure out what his old occupation was.
only smiled at John, "well that, I guess is for you to find out since, I do not even know myself. I do hope you will still be consider Sherlock's offer, Sherlock is not usually this bad...well…. never mind. Point is, I do hope you will become Sherlock's roomate. Heaven knows, she need to talk to someone besides an old lady like me."
John could only stared at as if she was crazy which she sweetly back at him. John sighed with regret and knew that as soon as he accepts the offer, his life will never be the same again.
"Yes, I accept the offer," He answered simply, he did not know how those simple words would change his life forever.
"Wonderful! Trust me, your life will never be the same again," gushed out.
"Oh, don't I know it," John muttered back.
As soon as John accepted the offer, his life will be a roller coaster. He will experience things that he had never experienced before. Sherlock will forever change how John Watson see the world.
This is the story of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.
Thank you so much for reading this. This is my first story that I have ever posted. Please review and tell me whether I should keep going or stop and Ideas.
