The day has finally come that John Watson will start high school at an all boy prep school known as Wellington Prep. The timid boy approached the mansion style school that has red trim, gold décor and trims and white walls and columns holding up the walkway to the front doors. John dragged his black patent leather dress shoes as the mahogany door inched closer and closer. His head held low as if watching his feet to make sure they would not trip over each other. To be honest he just did not want to get in anyone's way since he was just a scholarship student who wanted to get by. When he got to the door and opened the mansion's door the wind from the inside brushed cold against his puppy like face and ash blonde hair. The inside was like a dream for this lower middle class boy. Checkered tile flooring, detailed molding on the top of the wall, red velvet carpet covering the stairs, a grandfather clock in the middle of the dividing stairs and the most amazing chandelier anyone has ever seen. Reality broke this dream like sequence when John saw all the other boys dressed in the proper black velvet jackets, black and sky blue plaid trousers with a gold stripe going down the sides and the matching sky blue silk tie. He looked down at himself and say a black sweater vest not even fully cotton knit, blue trousers that could pass at the school but meant for the workforce and a mismatched blue tie that is not even tied correctly. John shrugged knowing it is the best he could do and what his family could afford but there was a twinge of embarrassment for his status.

John got lost several times trying to find the check in area which was near the school's office. The map he had did not really help much since the school itself was so massive. He passed through corridors and winding hallways with no luck. This is going to be a long 4 years. He thought to himself not paying attention to his surroundings. Before he knew it he had collided with a boy that is a taller and a little more built than himself. Paper and books went flying.

"Oh my… I am so so sorry!"

"No harm done." Said the clearly older boy. He put a friendly hand out for John and helped him up. John noticed that he had premature greying hair, a stern yet friendly face that was fairly handsome.

"Let me guess you are a first year and a scholarship student."

"Yes I sure am and very lost. This school is much bigger than I have expected. My name is John Watson."

"The name is Greg Lestrade. You can just call me Lestrade. I can surely help you find your way since that is my job anyways." As they began to walk off to their destination Lestrade told John about the different classrooms and classes while looking as John's schedule. John was in awe by the charisma and charm Lestrade held being a 4th year talking to not only a 1st year but a scholarship student. John smiled warmly as they reached the offices that were just passed the nurses' station which was a turn and a long hallway from the classrooms on the first floor which were for 4th years.

"Here is your stop. Take care of yourself and stay out of trouble especially in Mrs. Hudson's class. I will definitely see you around."

"Thank you..!" John could only get out a little of his gratitude before Lestrade walked away to help out the other 1st year's. He briefly thought of the warning about Mrs. Hudson's class then it left his mind as he turned to the door that lead to the office. He opened the door and peeked in and was greeted with something that resembled a prime ministers reception. There were two desks set up one looked more permanent than the other. At the oaken desk sat a tall well groomed man with oval glasses and jet black hair. The other desk had an older school boy with thin strawberry brown hair. His aura gave off a little icy chill otherwise he looked kind. The boy looked up at John, who was looking around like a kid in a candy store and waved him over.

"Let me guess you are a first year and our scholarship student and your name is Jonathan Wilson right?" The thin haired boy said with a rather warm voice but had a slight malice behind it.

"The scholarship student part is right but my name is John Watson—"

"My apologies John, I see it now. The note I was given must have been horribly handwritten." He glares at the man who must be the principal's secretary. "Let me just mark that you have checked in with me and we shall go over a few things. While at the computer typing a few notes in John notices his face is slightly chunky all the while he is fairly thin.

"As you know you must maintain a 3.75 to keep your scholarship here as well as not getting into any mischief. If you drop below a 3.75 you will be on academic suspension and have to work as a tutor for a whole semester. Then if you fail to bring up your grades then your scholarship will be terminated. You understand all this?" John nodded his head since he could not get a simple yes due to the fact he had fear struck into him as reality set in from the tone in which the boy spoke to him.

"Great, now onto discussing your living arrangements. There are 3 dorms separated by the talent of the student. As seeing you are mainly smart and not really athletic or artistic you will fit nicely into dorm 2." John was a little offended that he was not asked if he had any talent or was sporty. It was like he was being shrugged off by this boy and judged on his appearance. He knew he had no great talent and the boy was right but the way he put things tickled him the wrong way.

"Well we only have one spot open in dorm 2 and that is room 21. You will be taking side B and I say this ahead of time I am sorry." The boy never said more about the matter than that and it filled John with worry. "Well the introductory ceremony starts at 5 tonight and will end when dinner starts at 6. You better get along and make yourself at home." Then gave John a shooing motion to leave. John left the office mad and annoyed by the way he was treated as he walked to the stairs in the main foyer. Filled with his thoughts John did not even realize he arrived at his dorm room and did not even get lost. Then it hit him, the worry he felt when the strawberry brown haired boy told him he was sorry but not for what. Was his room an utter mess from someone being murdered? Did he get a smelly roommate that would leave the place in ruins? These thoughts and more went through his head as he reached for the knob of the pine door that said 21 and turned it.

John closed his eyes to prepare himself for the sight and when he walked in and opened his eyes. The room was pristine and cozy. There were to bunk like beds that instead of a second bed underneath there was a desk to study at. The walls were a calm blue with cream carpet under his feet. What the bloody hell is this? John thought. He must like torturing 1st years and watch the worry on their faces. I must have been bloody gullible to believe him! Later on John would know that the boy meant by his apology.

After John went down and got his suitcase and brought it up to his room and unpacked his clothes into his dresser. He then realized it was like he is the only one in the room and does not have a roommate. He goes across the medium sized room to investigate the closet that is slightly open and finds a whole wardrobe of clothes. The item that sticks out the most is an eggplant purple shirt instead of the uniforms. Automatically he thought he was stuck with some womanizer who was not there because he was out getting laid. The thought sent a chill through him since he may just walk in on some of the action. Typical rich school boy prick was the first thought on his mind then the clock he set up caught his eye. It was 4:50, Oh shit I am going to be late for my first school function! John ran out of the room as fast as he could. He headed down the hallway of the long corridor around the corner through a hallway and down the red velvet carpeted stars. He hoped he would not get lost on his way. As he was hustling to get to the auditorium he ran past a shadowy figure. His eye only caught the messy brown hair and his nose caught the smell of cologne that energized him. He was too much in a hurry to think to stop and stare at the figure he passed. The setting sun was warm on his face as he went just past the principal's office to the right which he could see other students arriving and sitting down. He came to a halt relieved that he made it in time.

Once inside he was seated next to a very slick long banged boy. John was on the outside of the rows of chair in the auditorium right in the middle so he can see and hear perfectly which pleased him greatly. The boy next to him turned to John.

"Hey there! My name is Anderson. What is yours?"

"John Watson. It is a pleasure to meet you."

"Oi judging by your clothes you must be our scholarship student. You are like a rare dinosaur you scholarship students are. Very few come and very few last."

"Thanks." This kid does not even know when to shut it it seemed like nor that he was getting on people's nerves. The ceremony was your typical introductions to the school.

Welcome to your first year at Wellington Prep and this year will be an excellent year…

Here are some rules you must follow:

Curfew is at 11 and anyone caught out of bed will be in detention

No fighting

Give 110% of your best to achieve your goal

Blah Blah Blah Blah

If you follow all of these rules your studies here will go by smoothly.

Nothing caught John's ears except the mention of a culture festival in the winter and a sports festival in the spring. He has never heard of anything like that at normal schools. The idea intrigued him a lot and could not wait to find out more. Anderson beside him kept dorkily smiling like he was hearing the word of a prophet and every word was gold. Hunger was setting in and the crowd was getting antsy as the Lestrade finished going over the school schedule with the boy who checked in John and gave him a hard time. He never caught his name other than he was the student body president since John grew hungry and tired as he remembered the figure he passed in the hall. The thought could not slip his mind once the ceremony started. Who was that? Why am I still thinking about this? The thoughts faded when the principal released the students to dinner which happened to be right through a door from the auditorium.

Dinner was Shepard's pie and John could not feel more alone at this school. Every seat was taken and no one even looked at him like they wanted him to sit with them. John found a lone table to sit at and eat. He quietly ate until someone sat in front of him. This surprised John until he saw who it was. It was Anderson of all people.

"Great Shepard's Pie right? The food here is always yummy from what I heard."

"I guess you are right."

"Well I might not be good at reading human emotions but there is obviously something on your mind." Anderson said this as if he could pick up that John was thinking of something like how much of a pest Anderson was but since John knew how close knit some rich folk are he thought it wouldn't hurt to try to get information on the figure he ran passed.

"You are right. Something I saw earlier intrigued me deeply. I ran past a boy who had messy brown hair and was really tall and pale. Do you have any idea who that could be?"

"Oh HIM, Well he is a first year and he is no good. Rather freaky if you ask me. He went to the same middle school as most of us and he just lurked and studied you. He is just a shadow. Do not get involved with him John. That would not be a good idea my friend." This intrigued John more about the boy he saw and he did not know why. The rest of dinner consisted of Anderson rambling about random topics all the while John could not stop thinking. Dinner ended and Anderson though he is annoying he did walk John to Dorm 2 up the second set of stairs in the foyer which was also his dorm. Once they got to room 21 they stopped.

"Well this is my room. I guess I will see you tomorrow sometime right?" Not even thinking if they shared any classes.

"That is right! You take care of yourself and get some sleep. If you need anything my room is 25. Just knock." With that Anderson walked off giving one last wave. John sighed. He walked into the room which was still empty to his surprise. Are those cloths just leftovers from the last person to sleep in this room? He thought as he got his Black and white striped shirt and black pants getting ready to go to take a shower. He walked to the showers to find them empty as can be. It happens the older students were out prepping the classrooms and festivities for the clubs during the first week of school. John was quite happy to shower alone which gave him time to think clearly to himself. The warm water felt good to his sore and stressed muscles from all the walking and running he did during the day. When he got back to his room still empty mind you it was after 10 but no matter tomorrow will be a long and he needed sleep even though he doesn't know he will get very little. John made sure his notebooks were all set up and ready to go when he got ready in the morning. He then slowly climbed into the bunk like bed and into the welcoming mattress with Egyptian sheets which was a surprise to his average sheets at home. He tucked in, laid his head on the goose feather pillow and stared at the ceiling trying to relax himself into a deep sleep. The last thoughts of that boy left his mind as he slipped into a deep and comforting sleep until around 2 am.