A Study in Biology
Summary: John Watson is the new kid at school. Sherlock Holmes is a loner band geek with an overactive imagination. Mycroft Holmes is Sherlock's older brother, but just as strange. Lestrade is the hall monitor who is a colleague with Sherlock. Moriarty is the big time football star and Sherlock's rival. Together, they must suffer the fates of high school.
AN: Set in America, since I'm really bad at writing with British dialect.
Chapter 1
"John Watson." Elizabeth Rachel, the school guidance counselor, said as she read through the file on her desk. "Son of an ex-Army doctor, so you moved around a lot, isn't that correct?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Your father was stationed in Iraq and Afghanistan for a while, correct?" She asked. John nodded.
"Yes ma'am." Elizabeth remained silent as she read through the rest of John's file. He was a fine student with medical training due to his father. She finally closed the folder and looked at him.
"What makes you A.C. Doyle High School material?" She asked. John swallowed a couple times.
"Well, it's close to my home, and my father graduated from here himself when he was my age." John said. He looked at the kids walking around outside the window. It was the girls P.E. class. The sun was shining and they were on a nature walk. One girl with blonde hair spied John through the window. She smiled and waved at him. He gave a little wave back.
"This place doesn't offer all the classes that you want to take though. There's a very nice private school about thirty minutes from here that could easily attend to you better." She said. He looked at her. Never before had he heard of a consoler try to talk a student out of coming to their school.
"I don't want to attend that school ma'am. I'll be just happy here." John said. Elizabeth sighed and stood up. She handed John a schedule and a locker number and combo.
"Welcome to A.C. Doyle High School." She said. She rang for her student assistant, who quickly led John to his locker of 221A. As they walked away, Elizabeth sighed and set down. "Great. Another genius."
"Beware of your locker mate." The student assistant, a girl named Sally Donavan, said as she led John to his locker.
"Why? What's wrong with him?" He asked. Sally looked at him as they stopped in front of the stacked lockers of 221A and 221B.
"He's a freak." She said. "I don't know of anyone who can stand him, except for Molly Hooper, but she's no prize herself."
"That sounds rather harsh." John said. "I'll just judge him myself when I meet him." Sally shrugged and helped him with his new books and locker. The bell rang to dismiss the students from first period. Sally looked at John.
"Good luck." She said. She quickly departed, since her assistant period was over and she needed to get changed quickly. John went about gathering his notebooks and books, looking around for the locker mate he had been warned about. But he didn't see anyone, at least not anyone who looked like a freak. He did see the cute blonde girl chatting with her friends. He was wishing she was his locker mate when a voice cut through his thoughts.
"Are you stupid or something? I said move." John turned to look at the tall, skinny boy. He had thick, black hair that curled and cold eyes. He was pale and was trying to get into his locker.
"You must be 221B." John said, moving over so the boy could get into his locker. He pulled out a violin case, something that kind of surprised John but at the same time, it didn't.
"Iraq or Afghanistan?" The boy asked, not even looking up at John as he gathered his sheet music. John stood there, mouth agape.
"How do you know?" He asked. "Did that girl tell you?"
"You're wearing a pin typically gave to in combat soldiers, and seeing as you are just 18 as of last month, it couldn't have been you, which means a parent, probably your father. You have very little things in your backpack, which means your use to not keeping things for long. So you moved from school to school." He stood up and looked at John.
"How did you do that?" John asked, still not believing what he had just heard.
"Deduction. That's what I do." He said. He turned to leave with his case in his hand.
"Who are you?" John asked, following. The boy was headed to the music wing, where the band and choir rooms were.
"My name is Sherlock Holmes." The boy said. "And if you want to survive this school, don't listen to Sally Donavon. She says that I'm a psychopath, but I'm actually a high functioning sociopath." With that, he left, leaving John with so many questions but no answers.
So how is my first Sherlock story going? Do anyone like? Please review!