John, Sherlock, and Lucy.
It had been a boring week, without a single case that took Sherlock's interest. It was thursday, and I was writing a new blog post while Sherlock was looking at something through his microscope.
I was almost done with my blog post, when my phone started to ring. I picked it up and look at the caller ID. It was my eightteen year old sister Lucy, who rarely contacted me.
I pressed the answer button and held the phone up to my ear.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Um, hi John." Lucy replied awkwardly.
"How's college going?" I asked.
"Um, well, about that..." She said nervously. "They kicked me out, John. I seriously don't know why, I was getting good grades and did my hardest; I talked to the princapal he didn't give me any more information on why they kicked me out."
"Well, what are you going to do now?" I responded.
"I honestly don't know," Lucy said. "I told mum but she just yelled at me and told me I couldn't live with her, and all of my friends won't let me move in, and I don't have a dime."
"Well..If it's okay with my roommate, I can let you move into my flat." I suggested.
"Seriously?!" She said excitedly. "Do you think your roommate will mind me living there?"
"Umm, possibly, maybe, I'm not really sure he's a bit...weird." I said, looking at Sherlock who seemed to take interest in my phone conversation. "But I'll talk to him, okay?"
"Okay, thank you soooo much!" She said happyily. "Anyway, I gotta go."
"Okay bye, Lucy." I replied before hanging up, putting the phone back down, and turning to my computer to continue writting my blog post.
"Who was that?" Sherlock asked, looking through his microscope again.
"My sister, Lucy," I responded. "She got kicked out of college for some reason, and, uh, she's wondering if she can move in to our flat...?"
"What did she go to college for?" Sherlock asked, not moving from his microscope.
"Not excatly sure, she never told me," I replied. "But my mum said it was something nature, and astronomy."
"Hmm..boring." Sherlock muttered.
"Well It's what she's interested in," I said.
"I guess she can move in, but I want to meet her first." Sherlock said, looking up from his microscope.
"You just want to deduce her, don't you?" I gave Sherlock a glare.
"I don't know what your talking about," Sherlock said, looking in his microscope again.
"Of course," I said, rolling my eyes and going back to my blog post.