Hey guys, so... This is my first fanfiction ever, and I don't think it's very good. But I just want to know what other people think. Comments are more than welcome. Should I continue writing this?

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock

10th of March, 2012 Sunday

Mom gave me this notebook this morning. She said I would 'write my feelings' in it. I don't have feelings, feelings are for the weak. But I'm bored, so here we go.

My name's Sherlock Holmes. I am 14 years old, and I'm going to be a consulting detective when I'm older. Nobody likes me, not even my brother, and therefore I don't have any friends. Probably because I can tell everything about them before we've even talked. The only person who doesn't hate me at school is probably this kid called John. John Watson. We talked once or twice. At least he doesn't give me the creepy looks everyone else does.

12th of March, 2012 Tuesday

School was rubbish today, as usual. But something that had never happened before happened today. I was sitting in class, on one of the seats in the back. Biology, boring. I knew all those things before I was 7. Then the bell rang and everyone rushed to the cafeteria to eat. I didn't have to eat as frequently as most of my classmates. Just as I was about to get up, a girl walked towards me and stood by my desk.
"Hi," she said with a soft voice. "Are you Sherlock Holmes?"

I was confused. Why would anyone want to talk to me? Especially when I am the freak of the school.
"Um… yeah." I answered. I don't do much talking.
"Hi," the girl said with a wide smile on her face. "I'm Molly. I was just wondering if you could help me with my algebra homework. John said you were good at this. You know John Watson, don't you?"
"Yeah, well. We talk once in a while."
"Will you help me?"
"Yeah, um. Sure. Have a seat."

She then sat next to me and got her notebook out of her backpack.
"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked.
"No," I answered. "I usually eat once a day, that's enough for me."
"Don't you get so hungry?"
"Nope. Why aren't you at the cafeteria?"
"I ate already."
"You're a fast eater."
"People say that."

Her smile was so genuine, I've never seen anyone looking at me like that.
"So why were you sitting alone when I came in?" she asked after a minute or two.
"I always sit alone." I answered.
"But where are your friends?"
"I… I don't… have any." I could feel I was blushing and I started scratching my cheek to hide it.
"But why not? You seem like such a lovely person."

Was someone actually telling nice things to me? That was new.
"Apparently, when you know plenty of things about people before you've even made eye contact, people get pissed."
"I've heard people say you do that." She said. "What can you say about me?"

I looked at her for a couple seconds.
"You've had turkey sandwich and apple juice for lunch, but that wasn't really your lunch. You misplaced the lunch boxes with your little brother's. You were probably meant to have a tuna salad. You've got a small dog and your parents are divorced, you live with your mom and your brother." Then I stopped, wondering if I had gone too far.

Molly looked at me for a couple seconds. She opened her mouth, then closed it. She frowned and that moment, I knew I had screwed everything up with Molly. She was my first potential friend and I've lost her, just like everyone else. I was used to this happening. Then she did something surprising. She smiled again.

"That was impressive." I wasn't expecting that.
"You think so?"
"Well, of course. I told you nothing but my name and you came up with all these. I'm quite impressed."
"Th- Thanks." I stuttered. That didn't happen everyday. "People don't usually like that."
"But why? That was amazing. I bet you can make money out of this."
"Maybe I will." I muttered.
"What do you want to be when you're older?"
"A consulting detective."
"What is that?" she asked with a tiny laughter.

I had to explain, of course. I have to explain everyone. They don't seem to know anything about this. Probably because I invented the job. Anyway, it was quite unusual for me. I helped her with her homework and then she gave me her number, asked for mine, and walked away. I sat down for a couple more seconds, trying to understand what just happened. My daily routine didn't involve socializing, after all. And I was doing pretty good that way.

I hope she sends me a text. Or I don't. I don't care.

15th of March, 2012 Friday

Well, great. Weekend. I hate weekends. Weekends mean I have to spend two days in a row with Mycroft. He won't stop teasing me. I don't even think we'll ever be like other brothers. I can't even believe we're related. Molly didn't text me since Tuesday, but smiled at me a couple times at school, and came up to my locker to talk to me. I don't know why I want her to text me so much. It's not that I texted anyone before. I don't even know how proper friendships work. Not that I want one.

I've already finished all my homework. I guess I'll spend my weekend reading books and revising chemistry.

16th of March, 2012 Saturday

I am so bored. I don't even know what can I do next, I'm so bored. Mycroft just showed up at my door.

"If you're bored, Sherly, you can come to the cinema with me and Cindy."
"Go away, Mycroft. And don't call me Sherly."

He wants to make me jealous for having a stupid girlfriend. Not that he likes her. I know he doesn't. He's not the touchy-feely type, just like me. I wish he'd leave me alone.

My phone just made a sound. Better check it.

Okay, that, I didn't expect. It's a text from Molly. Why does my heart beat faster? This is not right, something's gotta be wrong.

"Aye, Sherlock. What's up? -Molly" How do I answer to that? I've never texted anyone before. I have to answer to that, right? That would be rude if I didn't.

No, stop. Since when do I care if I'm being rude or not? Something's really wrong.
"Hey, Molly. I'm just sitting, bored. How about you?"

I don't know where this is going, but it can't be good. I've never felt my stomach going up and down in my body like that.