Oh hey guys. I'm new to writing here, so be easy on me, but I am open on advise. Also, I do not own any main characters, maybe later though. If I did, Martin would be happier. Also, most of chatterers are going to be a bit short.
Martin wasn't the smartest of the family, but he was pretty smart. He was clumsy, in both physical and mental ways, but he did try his hardest. Being young was one of the hardest part of Martins life, constantly teased and bullied around.
Martin remembered his ninth birthday. That day, the whole family gathered together to celebrate, even if they didn't want to. Mr. Crief called up all the family, and maybe bribed them a bit. The adults had sat at one table to chat, and the children at another.
"You can never be a pilot. Nobody would trust you enough to sit in a plane, much less fly it." One cousin had stated. Martin had rushed out of the room, into his own, just to find another boy about his age sitting on his bed reading a book.
Martin looked at the boy in confusion as a tear rushed down his cheek. The boy didn't move from his position, still looking at the book titled "Famous Detectives of the 1800's"
"Excuse me, but who are you?"
"Sherlock Holmes."