I have to admit. Of all the absolute insanity I manage to get myself into, I was not expecting this. Of all things, I was not expecting to wake up in the world of Sherlock Holmes. Sure my sister and I fantasized about it all the time, but, how the hell were we supposed to now that wishing upon a star would literally give you… a wish upon a star.
Now I really should just start at the beginning now shouldn't I? I mean because that wouldn't be really fair at all to you anyway. My name is Annabelle. I am twenty three years old and live with my flat mate, and twin sister, Emmaline. We are as thick as thieves in the, at least, general sense of the word. We identical to the point, where even our own parents would mix us up all the time, they thought that this would change as we got older but it only made things worse. But we shared this really special thing in common; we were huge fangirls to epic proportions, of the show Sherlock.
We would seriously watch four years' worth of television in a day and try to do it all over again. Ever since the show came out we were hooked. We knew exactly what would happen, when it would happen, and who would say what. There would be this huge joke in the house because everyone said that we looked like female versions of Sherlock. Honestly, we had curly dark hair, mine long Em's in a pixie cut, cupid's bow mouths, and cheekbones that you could cut deli meat on. Every night we would hope that someday, we would be able live the dream.
Well… while we dreamed, let's just say that it certainly was a surprise. First, on a regular old morning, we were honestly just getting ready for the day. Still in our jimjams and brushing our teeth in the bathroom. At least, that's when it all went wrong. We walked out of the bathroom, I intent on making an honestly delicious breakfast, when I smashed headlong- let's stop right there. I smashed headlong into a rather firm chest that had not been there a second ago. I look up and simply look like a gold fish in the middle of the hallway. I am certain Em looks the same way, because this is surreal. The actual Sherlock Holmes was right across from us! Who…I…smacked into like a clumsy drunk man. Hmm, well there goes for first impressions.
"Oh my god." My sister whispered still in shock. I decided that (rather rashly I'm afraid) that escape was the only option. Which meant, faster that even I thought I could move, I grabbed my sister's hand and tried to race the opposite direction to the door, where I felt a breeze coming through. Tried being the operative word here. As soon as I made it a few feet away I was tackled to the ground in an ungraceful heap of limbs. After struggling for a minute made us realize that, even though there was two of us, Sherlock was more than capable of effectively pinning us down. Sitting on top of us Sherlock says dryly, "Now, what are you doing in my flat?"