"John dear, are you ready?" Called John's mother.
"Yeah, mom, one second!" John yelled down the stairs.
"Okay I'll be in the car, John." She called back.
"Whatever mom." John mumbled under his breath, while climbing into the car. "Are you excited?" Mrs, Watson said with a grin.
"Yeah mom, sure." John said exhausted by his mothers questions.
John's mother decided to stop asking questions.

They arrive at the new boarding school.
John quickly pulls out his suitcase, hugs his mother, and runs to find his dorm.
"Hey watch it!" A voice says to his right.
"You were the one that walked into me. So you should 'Watch it'." Says a calm, collected, smooth voice.
"Get out of here!" A tall, skinny, pale boy with curly black hair stays where he was.
"I said get lost freak!" "Correction you said: 'Get out of here'." The skinny boy said annoyed.
"Sherlock you better watch it!" The shorter boy said.
"Or what, Anderson? You'll sick you're little gang on me? Ha!"
John finally get's to the front desk.
"John Watson I presume?" A older lady asks.
"Oh um, yes." John said engrossed in the arguement between the boys, Sherlock and Anderson.
"Pay no mind to those two, they are always bickering. Room 221B. And John?"
"Hmm?"
"Goodluck." "Thanks, Mrs. Hudson." John says glancing at the name tag she is wearing, and walks away to find his dorm.

John finds his room, 221B, and gently knocks.
The door is opened by the boy known as Sherlock.
"Hello, I'm John. John Watson. It appears we will be bunking together."
Sherlock just looks at him blankly, then walks away to let John inside.
"Gee thanks for the help." John mutters under his breath.
"I'm going out. ...John." Sherlock said walking away.
"Have fun." John said tiredly.

"Oh where to start?" John said looking around his and Sherlock's room.
"I think dinner." John said to himself, smiling.

As John enters the cafeteria he notices the absent of Anderson and his 'gang' as Sherlock put it. And his new roomate Sherlock.

"Huh." John says as a girl sitting alone waves, and walks over to him.
"Hi, my name is Molly." The girl says smiling.
"Nice to meet you Molly, I'm John. You haven't seen a boy named Sherlock have you?" John asks slightly concerned.
"Oh you mean Fre-... Yeah, I think I saw him heading outside."
Molly says slightly embaressed.
"Anderson and his.. 'Gang' didn't head out there to did they?"
"Yeah, they did. Why are you so nervous?" "You've seen how small Sherlock is, they'll kill him for earlier."
"Wait. What happened earlier?" Molly asks now concerned.
"Sherlock, was correcting every word they said."
"Why are you so worried about him? He's been here for a year now, I think he can protect himself." Molly says no longer concerned for Sherlock's safety.
"I'll go find him. It was nice meeting you Molly, I'll see ya around." John says sprinting through the double doors and down a corridor in search of Sherlock.

It wasn't long before he found him. Tucked away into a corner,
bloody, bruised, and barely breathing.
"Sherlock! Are you alright? I'll go get help!"
"No." Sherlock says loud enough for John to hear.
"But you're hurt!" John protests.
"Just take me.. Back to the room.. Please." Sherlock pleads.
"Alright." John says picking Sherlock up and carry him like a child in his arms, back to their room.
John lays Sherlock down on his bed and runs into the bathroom to get bandages. John cleans his cuts and wraps them up.
"Why are you being so nice to a freak like me?" Sherlock says questioning John's behaviour towards him.
"Because no one deserves being treated like that. Freak or not." John says smiling at Sherlock. "All done?" Sherlock asks.
"All done." John says, finally noticing how skinny and pale Sherlock really is.
"When was the last time you ate?" John asks Sherlock with a little worry in his voice.
"Hmm? I don't know, a week ago?" Sherlock answers.
"A week!? I'll bring up some dinner you rest up." John says flipping the light switch off, and walking out.