Chapter One
In London a young boy was about to start his first day at school, in Edinburgh another young boy – Sherlock Holmes was also about to start his first day at school. John Watson was five, he lived in London and he was about to start primary school. He ran downstairs at 8am with his Superman school bag in one hand and Batman lunch box in the other.
"Mummy!" he shouted.
"Yes Johnny boy." she said.
"I'm going to school today!"
"Yes John, are you excited?" she asked. Johns mother was average height, slim and had long blonde hair. John looked very like her, he had the same sandy blonde hair, but he had his fathers eyes. Sarah Watson worked in an experimental lab but John didn't know that because he didn't care at that age, and Jonathan Watson - Johns father – had died three years previously while he was fighting in Afghanistan.
"Yes Mummy I am!"
"That is great. Are you going to be nice to everyone and make lots of friends." she said with a tear in her eye.
"Yup Mummy I will make lots of friends!"
"Nearly time to go now." she gave his uniform a quick looking over and handed him his lunch box. "Harriet, we're going now." she called to Johns big sister.
"Fine mum." Harriet was starting her first year at secondary school. She came downstairs with her bright blue hair tied up and her green shoulder bag. John always loved her hair, it had been different colours every week since the middle of the summer holidays and he always played with it when Harriet would let him.
John tugged on his mums hand and she headed for the door. He rushed out in to the garden and jumped up and down. His mother opened the back door of the car and John jumped in. Harriet got in the front seat, took her mobile out and started texting her friend Clara. Johns mother dropped Harriet off at her school and said "Good luck please be nice to the teachers and make friends." It was another ten minute drive to Harriets old primary school Applegrove Private Primary School. She picked him up and carried him in to the playground. "Okay John, this may be a little bit frightening first time round but please be a good boy, make friends and have fun."
"Sarah, is that you?" she turned around.
"David, oh it is so good to see you. It's Johns first day here. Do you have a first?"
"Yes Molly here is starting today too." said David and a small girl wearing a little blue chequered school dress peered out from behind him.
"Hello, I'm John! What's your name?" John asked the girl.
"I'm Molly." she said quietly.
"Cool, lets be friends!"
"Aww look at them." Sarah said to David.
"At least they are talking to each other. Now do you want to go and get some coffee while their at school?"
That first day of school went well for John, he made a lot of friends Mike Stamford and Greg Lestrade were some of his hopefully closest friends, there was another boy, Anderson, but John hadn't yet made friends with him, though Sally Donovan was his friend. John, Molly, Greg and Mike were inseparable at school, the sat at the same table, had lunch together and played together at lunchtime and break.
Sherlock Holmes was looking forward to his first day of school, he ran down stairs in hope that his mother would be there waiting to take him to school, there was no one there, he ran around the house looking in all the rooms, but he couldn't find her.
"Mycroft?"
"Yes Sherlock?" he shouted. Mycroft was in his fifth year of secondary school and he was hoping to become a politician like his father.
"Where is Mummy?" he asked.
"She is away in France for work." he said. "You know that."
"Oh...yes." he couldn't help but be very sad. "Who is taking me to school?"
"I was going to, it is five minutes away from my school."
"Oh, okay then." He grabbed Mycrofts hand and dragged him out.
Twenty minutes later Mycroft had dropped Sherlock off at school, told him to have fun and be good and left him in the play ground. Sherlock walked over to a bench, opened his bag and took out a book.
"Hello." he heard an Irish voice say behind him.
He turned around, "Good morning." he said and went back to his book.
"You can read already?"
"Yes, my brother taught me."
"That's cool! My name is Jim Moriarty."
"I'm Sherlock Holmes." The bell rung and everyone rushed to the door. Sherlock ran with Jim to the line where a whole load of primary ones were standing. Jim and Sherlock walked in to the school foyer together and waited to be pointed to the correct class room.
"Okay. Primary ones follow me." said a woman from the front of the queue. Everyone followed the woman and she lead them to a large hall. "Okay I am going to call names out and when your name has been called stand over here." she indicated to a smiling woman standing next to the door.
After a few minutes Sherlocks name was called. He stood up smiled at Jim and walked to the door. The woman smiled at him and told him to sit at any table he wanted. He chose a blue table in the middle of the room. After a minute or two a couple of other people sat down at the table and he looked up at the door waiting for Jim to come in. Jim was the last to enter the class before the teacher. He sat next to Sherlock.
"Okay class I am your new teacher Miss Fiona." she said. "I will be your teacher this year. I hope you are all looking forward to school!"
That day was filled mainly with name games and drawing time.
Sherlock enjoyed school and he looked forward to it every evening when he was going to bed. One evening in late November Sherlocks mother came in to his room and knelt down beside him.
"Sherlock how was school today?"
"It was fun, we were colouring in and the Miss Fiona read a story about an otter and a hedgehog."
"That does sound fun." she smiled at him. "Now I have been offered a really good promotion down in London and I think I am going to take it, but that would mean that you would need to go to a new school."
Sherlock looked at his mum and said "Okay. When do we need to go?"
"Not until after Christmas so you will have a month with your friends before we go."
"But I don't want to go."
"Yes Sherlock I know but this is a really good opportunity for me, Mycroft will be coming too, and it will give me more time to spend with you."
Sherlock could see her point, he never saw her, it was Thursday and it was the second time she talked to him person to person.
"Okay mum, I guess that is a good idea, but I will miss my friends."
Sherlocks mum kissed him on the forehead walked to the door and turned the light out. Sherlock tried to get to sleep but he was upset. What am I going to tell Jim tomorrow?
