Author's note: Warning this is my FIRST fanfiction to be published to this forum...Sorry. I recently started writing , so I am not that AMAZING. Constructive Criticism is welcome. Flames will be used to make a bonfire to roast s'mores.
Disclaimer: I hate this part everyone knows BBC Sherlock does not belong to me, nor am I making a profit from this story; If I did own Sherlock well the show would more than likely end up being porn. However since I do not own Sherlock I will use John and him as my playthings.
ENJOY!
Little_Miss_Perfect_Gryffindor
Sherlock watched dragging off his cigarette looking out the second story window ,as the car pulled through the gates to the school grounds. The car slowly making its way up the schools long twisting drive. Coming to a halt at the front steps. Out of the car stepped a young male no older than seventeen. His hair fair and sandy,average height,slightly stocky build. He had a minor limp only pronounced for the first few steps(psychosomatic then). Though, he stepped first with his left foot then right;the suitcase was held in his right hand(oh this was easy child's play really he had a shoulder injury left clavicle to be precise. The boy was also left hand dominant ,but that was just too obvious).
The boy(John) climbed the school steps oblivious to the steely calculating gaze of one Sherlock Holmes.
Author's note: ok, so I have a tendency to write shorter chapters. I like the way it makes things flow,so the chapters will be shorter. However, there will be alot of chapters and I am hoping to update at least once every couple of days. Also. Many thanks to my friend Sally (nickname as in like Sally Donovan...lol can't help it love the references) without her support I don't think I would ever have the inclination or motivation to write and publish my fan work. so thanks Sally for being my catalyst for this(I'm sure it will be) AMAZING piece of writing...lol love you chick.
Little_Miss_Perfect_Gryffindor