Sherlock sat on a small stool absently tapping his fingers on a short wooden desk. His boring beige room that he shared with mycroft was quiet and empty other then the curly haired boy, who was now bored beyond what anyone could comprehend.
He had just gotten out of school and immediately was bored out of his mind. As usual there was absolutely nothing to do. He heard Mycroft ranting to his parents. "You'll see when I get older I'll practically be the British government!" Mycroft angrily stomps into their room
"Get out" Sherlock frowns. "It's our room." Sherlock says not moving from his place near the desk.
"I said get out!" Sherlock gets up and walks out of the room upset that he had just been kicked out out of the room the two of them shared. He glanced at his parents. They were stressed, Sherlocks Father had lost his job. He could tell the way his Mother was taking her wedding ring on and off-a nervous habit. His Father was still at home when He had left for school. He could have been having a day off but that is highly unlikely considering how much he was sweating in the morning , it was no special occasion and let's just say Sherlocks father wasn't the best employee. Today was the day his parents were paying taxes as well, meaning they did not have the money for it. Sherlocks head shoots up as he hears the door open, knowing exactly who it was.
"Dad you should just start looking for jobs again." Came a young female voice from the kitchen. Violet. She had only just glanced at their parents and instantly knew, Sherlock wished he could be able to deduce things as quickly as Violet. The perky young girl with her brown curls in front of her blue eyes. bounced around the corner. He and Sherlock were nearly twins Sherlock pretended not to notice her but she knew better then that. "Lock?" She said sitting down on the couch next to Sherlock. "Deductions?" As soon as the words left her mouth Sherlocks head was up and he was smiling widely.
About every day for the two was like this. Until Violets 16th birthday.