She was always unpredictable... but I guess I've gotten used to it.

You see, when I was a senior in high school, I got a scholarship for an art school in Manhattan. It was hard to decided where I wanted to go. I really didn't want to leave my family and friends, and well...

My best friend. She... is something else. Which is what I should have expected of her when she showed up at my new small apartment in downtown Manhattan. I was shocked to see that brightly, multicolored dyed head of hers appear in the window of the fire escape. All I could do was sigh as I opened the window and let her in. In truth, she is a lot like Sherlock Holmes (cause she tries/doesn't try to be like him.) But I'm mainly speaking about the moment when Watson is getting married. We all know Sherlock wasn't happy about letting his only friend go. Now that I think of it... that must be the reason she scares off all my boyfriends!(The longest relationship was a year and a half with a guy named Adam, and that was only because they would play video games with each other. But when she found out he cheated on me... let's say Adam doesn't live on the east coast any more.) What could I say, she's a strange character. Which was why I think we got caught up in something we probably shouldn't have.

It all started about a year after graduating from college. As tempting as it was to move back to Wisconsin after graduating, but I was offered a very nice job at a private school as an art teacher. I was surprised that they would hire me right after college, but seeing the school I went to and other stuff, they liked my portfolio. Sadie,(oh, that's my best friends name) did what she did. Many people didn't know, but Sadie, by the standards of an IQ test that they made her take, she was considered a genius. She didn't care about it though. But I guess she is pretty fricking smart to make that AI that freaks me out every time she leaves her laptop out in the living room. Usually she does work for people who need someone to fix their computers.

So, here we are, in our new apartment. Sadie had been laying on the couch, probably dozing off with her calico cat, Zelda, laying on her stomach. I was sitting at the kitchen table with a pile of sketch books. I was half way through grading them when my cat, Mia, came up and placed herself on the book in front of me. She was beautiful with her long lean body and large green eyes. It had been around that time for supper, for both humans and cats. I set the oven to 450 and got out a frozen pizza. Then I went and poured the cats their food. Immediately, both of them were gobbling up the little triangular pieces. After giving them fresh water, I went into the living room to see if Sadie was awake or not. I could see her long hair spill over the edge of the couch. I admired her for being able to dye her hair all those colors. She had at least 5 colors: a really bright red, some really dark red, orange, yellow, and pink (which I found surprising seeing as she really doesn't like pink or bright colors.) But it worked for her and her extremely pale skin. I couldn't do that because of my job at a private school. Instead, I had to keep my blonde and only could do not so noticeable highlights.

She laid there with an oversized white shirt and black shorts. She had gotten sick recently, so it made sense that she was sleeping already. The oven beeped and I put the pizza in. Just as I did so, we received a knock on the door. Opening it, I was a bit surprised to see a man in a black suit standing there.

"Excuse me miss, but does a Miss Sadie Holmes live here?" Yeah... she had weird luck to be named Holmes (so that is half the reason we call each other Holmes and Watson.) But I knew that she didn't tell people her last name, it was hard to gain her trust.

"No, I'm sorry. You have the wrong apartment." Just as I was closing the door, the man reached out and stopped me. Holding out a small business card, he said, "If you ever see or met her, please contact me." I grabbed the card with caution before closing the door. Looking down, all I saw was a number. No name, no business, nothing. Sadie would definitely want to know about this. Nobody had ever come looking for her. Which made me think of two things. One, he was a costumer looking for someone to fix their computer, or two; Sadie did something to piss someone off. Number two happens a bit, seeing as Sadie enjoyed going Sherlock on simple people. A meow interrupted me from my thoughts and I found Mia at my feet. Picking her up, I made my way to the lump on the couch. Kicking the sofa, a groan escaped the sickly heap of a girl before she turned away.

"Sadie, someone came to the door looking for you." At first she didn't responded, but slowly she turned to face me.

"What did they look like?"

"A middle age man in a black suit and sunglasses. He handed me this card." I held it out for her and waited for her to take it. She eyed it for a moment before taking it and throwing it up in the air.

"Probably some guy from the government wanting me to work on some system after that stupid test." A sigh escaped me as I turned to take the pizza out. We ate and watched Doctor Who. Sadie left at the end of an episode and I could hear her sneezing and coughing. Getting up, I turned the TV off and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. After brushing my teeth, I went to my room and changed into some shorts and a t-shirt. Once I laid down, Mia came up and laid on the pillow next to me. There was a faint noise of chatter that meant Sadie had turned the TV back on. The apartment we could afford only had one bedroom, and since Sadie didn't really do solid work, she said that she would give me the room and sleep on the couch. Snuggling down into my covers, I let myself drift off to sleep.

I didn't realize the way i typed it, you don't know the narrator of this chapters name. It's Mikayla! :D