Disclaimer
I don't own Sherlock. All rights to BBC, But i do own Sierra. MY CHARACTER.
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I LOVE SHERLOCK HOLMES! just putting it out there. Also, this is a T-rated fic for now, but may be smutty in the future
Hamish
I hate school. Father doesn't want me to go, saying that the teachers are stupid. I agree. But, Dad forces me to. High school sucks. Badly. I correct the teachers when i want to, which is every time the get something wrong. I hate my school, but Uncle got me a free pass to a high class school, so now i HAVE to go.
"Yes, Hamish?"
"May I go to the nurse, i'm feeling sort of sick?" I was lying through my teeth of course, but, i already knew about the the human body, having gone to a crime scene with father a couple times. And dissected a body with him in the hospital. Once, Don't judge me!
My teacher nodded her head, and gave me a pass. I walked to the nurses office, twirling the pass between my fingers. When I got there, I saw a girl about my age, 15 or 16, on a computer, typing, her fingers flying on the keyboard, with earbuds in, sitting at the desk.
"Hello?"
She didn't respond. I could deduce what kind of person she was, for i had gotten the great Holmes deduction power from father. She had torn up jeans, a black ripped t-shirt, and a bright pink cami underneath. Her skin was a olive color, so she must have some greek descent. Her hair was black as night, which went past her shoulder, ending about 2 inches above rather large breasts. Her hair framed a very pretty face, with lined eyes, and full lips. The girl had small white hairs on her pant leg displaying to me the fact that she had a dog.
She worked for the nurse for extra money, taking over the lunch period, judging by what she was typing, a job application."\
She looked up at me, pulling out an ear bud. "Hi, what can i do for you?" She asked her green eyes,staring at me. "I'm feeling kind of sick."
"No, your not." She gave me a hard look, "You don't look sick, I think you just want to skip class."
She reached into the desk, grabbing a slip of paper, and a pen. "Name?"
"Hamish Watson-Holmes"
She stopped writing. "Hi, Hamish, I'm Athena Idler, I believe our parents knew each other."
She handed me the slip. "What's this?"
"You have the flu."
A/N
It SUCKED I KNOW! Its a bad chapter but its all i got! dont judge!
Love,
The Katty Doctor.