John never liked the idea of death. Especially since his father was stationed in Afghanistan. He didnt like the images of blood, gore and guts. Too bad for him, because tooday they had to dissect frogs. John sat beside his lab partner, Greg. The teacher, Mrs. Hudson came in with a tall boy, with black curly, blue-ish grey-ish eyes and a black overcoat. He studied the classroom quickly and carefully. His eyes fell on everysingle person and said something with his lips about everyone, no sound coming out.
His eyes fell on Greg and he said something that looked like, 'police'. Lastly his eyes fell on John. He said something that looked like, 'Army, Iraq, no no no, Afghanistan, yes dead or alive? Alive.' He continued to look at John and John looked right back. The boy smirked and looked away. 'What was that about?' John wondered.
"Class," Mrs. Hudson said, "This is our new student, Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock, would you care to tell us a bit about yourself?"
"No." Sherlock replied.
"Well you can just take a seat right over there," Ms. Walton said a little les pleasantly and pointed to the seat next to Molly Hooper. Sherlock walk to his seat and payed no attention to Molly what so ever.
Molly was a mousy girl with light brown hair and she was really interested in being a doctor. She was always very quiet around people. Molly stared at Sherlock. John smiled to himself and thought, 'Molly has a little crush!' He turned his attention back to Mrs. Hudson still wondering what the smirk from Sherlock was all about.