This is something I'm still in the process of writing with my friend You Should See Me With A Bafta who's awesome so you should go check her out. - Luna xxx

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First day of new school. Brilliant. I'm Layla Moran-Moriarty and I hate everyone.

Right, so, I'm Hamish Watson-Holmes and I'm starting at senior school today. John says it will be fine but Sherlock is more focused on his latest case.

I know people are going to stare, you only have to take one look at me to know I'm a bit of a no hoper, I bet all the teachers are shaking already, Seb said people would stare at me 'cause of my fashion sense and Jim said that if anyone dared say anything about me then their families would get it, this made me grin, 'cause I know it's true.

I don't know anyone at the school, Uncle Mycroft said he could get me introduced to some 'important people'. I'd rather not get to know the children of MP's, I mean, I have nothing against them but really, I'll leave the government stuff to Uncle.

When I arrive at school I look around. Morons. All of them. Except one boy…He seems shy, easily corrupted, I walk over to him and smirk, "Hello there, I'm Layla. Who're you?"

I look up and smile, "Uh, hey, I'm Hamish. Rubbish name, I know."

I chuckle, "Nah, it's cute."

"You just summed up why I don't like it in two words."

I laugh and sit myself next to him, silently looking around, "Don't you just hate them all?" I say, gesturing with my hand to everyone screaming and shouting in the yard.

God, she sounded like Sherlock, "Um, I'm sure they're nice but they're a bit loud I suppose…"

I groaned loudly, "Ugh…. You're too nice." I pulled out a packet of cigarettes and lit one, "Want one, but be quick before the teachers come and nick 'em off me."

"No, I'm fine thank you. Dad's trying to get my other dad off them. I can't exactly start smoking."

"You 'ave two dads too?" I puffed out a cloud of smoke at him.

I moved away from the smoke in my face, "Yeah, I do."

"Same 'ere." I took a final puff on the cigarette before flicking it away, didn't particularly want to get expelled on the first day, although my dads would be proud, I smirked.

"It really isn't a good idea to smoke." I commented thinking about how much I sounded like John.

The bell rang and I sat back, "You should probably go, ickle Hammy wouldn't want to be late now, would 'e?"

I stood up, "I'd just end up getting a lecture from dad."

I stayed sitting down, watching him leave, "Coward." I called after him, "Come on mate, live a little. I'm gonna saunter in late, no biggie."

I turned and looked at her, I didn't quite have Sherlock's skills but I'd picked things up on the way.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "You stayin' or not?"

"Maybe. You don't care about being late for lessons yet you made sure you got here on time. No, wait, someone brought you here, you wouldn't have come otherwise. You woke up late, alarm didn't ring? More likely, you didn't even set it."

"What the 'ell? 'ow d'you know all that?" I stood up, " 'hoo told you 'bout me?"

"No one told me about you." I said simply, trying not to chuckle at her reaction.

"Then 'ow did ya know?"

"Slight creases in your clothes where the stitching on the car seat has touched your clothes. No crumbs on your clothes, no breakfast. You don't look like someone who would miss breakfast. Now, if you wouldn't miss breakfast voluntarily you must have been too late to get it. If you don't care about getting to lessons on time you wouldn't care about getting here on time. Therefore someone else wants you here on times, that's where the car comes in. You're too young to drive so they would have to drive you. Most likely one of your dads."

"Holy c-" I was cut off as a teacher came round the corner, "Oi, shouldn't you kids be in lessons?" they said, I laughed and jumped up, winking at Hamish, "See ya round Ham." I sprinted off past the teacher, grinning at her.

I sighed, great. "Sorry, just going." I said to the teacher before jogging to my next lesson.

I swaggered into the class late, "Sorry, I was having a quick fag." I announced, throwing my bag under the only desk left, right in front of the teacher. Brilliant, I'd be stuck right under their nose from the very start of the year. A few people laughed at my comment and the teacher glared at me, "Consider this a warning, young lady." She said primly, I laughed, "Sure thing miss." I said, imitating her voice. More people laughed and she glared at us all before turning to the board and carrying on with the lesson.

I quietly entered the classroom, "Sorry, I was… Held up." I looked round for a free desk and plonked myself at it. "Make sure it doesn't happen again." The teacher said before carrying on with the lesson. I sighed, that wasn't too bad.