Today was the first day of my sophomore year! September 16, 1959: the first day of the rest of my life. This is exciting!

My name is John H. Watson and I've never been more excited for anything. I'm no longer a stupid freshmen. Now I can walk the halls with pride.

Step aside losers, John is walking through.

This year I'm going to work hard and not get anything lower than a B. My job at the Pop Shop won't interfere at all either!

"Have a good day at school kids," my Dad said to me.

"We will Dad," I waved and then my sister and I were off in her car. She can drive because she's a senior.

Driving into school on the first day is always fun. You get to see how much everyone changed over the summer.

"Get out!" Harry said as she parked.

"Alright," I said nervous as I got out the car. Harry walked up to the group of girls she hangs out with and I followed since we had time.

Look! Sally lost weight, Irene got that tattoo she wanted, and Molly looks lovely in that new ribbon of hers. Those were the 'hots' of the school. Don't look for too long or they'll bite off your head for not asking for permission. Don't let the poodle skirts confuse you. These girls are vicious.

"Harry! I missed you!" Irene got up and kissed her on the lips. They were a thing but not really publicly. Irene is the kind of girl who kisses everyone on the cheek.

"Hey Irene," Harry smiled.

"Who's the kid?" Sally asked.

"It's John," Molly replied with a smile. "He just got tall over the summer. How was your summer?"

"Good, thanks for asking," I smiled. Molly is the nicest of the group.

A car roared as two motorcycle drove next to it as they all drove into the parking lot. Oh god, these guys.

Now here, we have the Greasers. They are a bad group of guys. Don't mess with them because they will hurt you. Like I'm not joking on this one. I heard there were five of them once. But now there's three.

Administration says they moved, but we all know that they were stabbed, put in the trunk, and dumped off in some lake.

The Greasers walked up to the Hots. "Molly! Baby!" The Head Hot Shot Lestrade said as he walked up to Molly and hugged her. "I missed you."

Anderson The Side Cart went up to Sally and kissed her temple. "Hey babe."

Then Sherlock The Silent just stood there with a cigaret in his mouth. He looked at everyone with their other then noticed me. I was standing by myself.

He looked me up and down. Then with his blank cold expression, "Who the hell are you?" He asked in the silence of everyone smooching.

Did... Did he just... Talk? I've never heard him talk. Ever. I've never even seen him talk from a distance.

"Oh he's cool," Molly said answering Sherlock.

"Yeah, he's actually not that big of a loser," Sally pitched in.

Lestrade looked at me then practically jumped on me. He held me by my collar causing me to drop my books. "You getting with our girls?!"

They're like sisters! They're over way too much! "I would never!"

"Why are you gay?!"

Yes but that's a different story for a different time! "No!"

"Hey calm down!" Harry pushed him off. "This is my brother you fruit cake!"

Lestrade backed off then left. "Come on Molly."

Molly followed then Sally and Anderson followed them. Harry looked at me a little irritated and left with Irene.

I sighed. "Alright cool guys, bye!" I said to myself. "I'll be here," I said under my breath. "Please, go on with out me!" I bent down to get my books. "Don't look back! I'm fine!" I got up. "Just tell me abou- Holy!"

Sherlock was still standing there. He seemed confused on me talking to myself. He didn't say anything. But he starred at me hard.

"I thought everyone went inside... I uhh.. I don't normally talk to myself..." My face got red. He hardly even blinked. So I sharply turned around and walked into school.

Damn he's hot.