"William Sherlock Scott Holmes. How many times do I have to tell you to get your are out of bed?" My mother screamed.
"You've only told me eight times. Unfortunately you never observe."I replied, sitting down at the table.
"Dear brother, you really should be more kind." Mycroft lectured.
"Oh dear brother of mine because you are just the Saint of Altruistic intentions." I muttered under my breath.
"Sherlock...Mycroft has never been anything but polite to you. Apologize at once." My slow witted father said.
"I am so sorry dear brother..."I said in a tone drenched in sarcasm.
Not to be outdone, Mycroft answered my remark, "Dear brother, no apologies are necessary." The scaly being that was my blood replied.
"Was that so difficult Sherlock?" My mother asked.
Again another morning going without breakfast, my appetite spoiled by recent events.
I walked down the road in my trench coat and scarf, seeming to be alone until my "wonderful" brother caught up behind me.
"Blood." He commented as I crossed the street to the school.
I entered the crowded hall of simpletons that I called peers.
"Watch where you're going, freak." A meat headed jock said as I collided with him at the lockers.
I see a boy drop his books at the locker, obviously semi intelligent (despite his lower iq), kind personality, attention seeking. Yes. He'll do nicely. I reach down and pick up his fallen books.
"Thank you."He said standing up to leave.
"My name is Sherlock Holmes." I say to the blonde teen.
"I'm John, John Watson."We shook hands and I lifted my own bag from the ground. At last an ally. Not superiorly intelligent, but he will do. "Which class are you going to next?"
"AP Forensic Sciences." I reply cooly.
Without me even questioning, I knew which classes he had next. Art, Applied ecology, English, Physical Education.
"See ya. Thanks again for the help." John said as we parted ways.
I walked into Forensics and took a seat at an empty lab table.
"Good morning, students. I will be your teacher this year, my name is Miss Gerard. This is AP Forensics so if you aren't supposed to be here please tell me your name and I will direct you to your next period." She said.
Dull. Mid-thirties, single, no, divorced. Smokes three times a day. Six maybe seven cats, lives in an apartment on the east side of the city. I was so involved in my deductions that I neglected to notice the door opening. That is until the seat next to me became occupied.
"Is this seat taken? Of course it's not." An Irish voice remarked.
I turned my head to face this sarcastic fool who sat in the seat next to me. I was face to face with the most deep brown colored eyes I have ever seen. I studied him up and down. Impossibly intelligent, yet dark, horrid past. Is he deducing me?
"Oh Mr. Holmes. You are quite interesting." The boy said.