"Dad, I'm going to be late to school if you don't hurry up!" He looked at me with little interest on his face and then said, "So what, school is a place for the offspring of barbarians with no idea of how to use their own brains. But if you feel so compelled to go then call a taxi. I'll be here when you get back." He went back to dissecting something that looked like a cow's eye.

I grabbed my pack and slid down the stairs. "Don't go breaking your neck, Grey! Your father would kill me if you did." Mrs. Hudson yelled at me. I stopped to talk to her. "I'll try not to, Mrs. Hudson. I'm going to school today, so that would be a bad thing."

"Why isn't your dad taking you? Better yet, why isn't John taking you?"

"Dad's busy and Uncle John is doing something with Greg. It's fine Mrs. Hudson. Don't need to interrupt Dad's work anyhow." Mrs. Hudson gave me a pitying look, but went back to making a tea.

I ran out the door and hailed a cab. When I got to the school I could already see other students running in. I threw on my blazer and ran in. I had no idea where to go. Some prefect saw me wandering around and pointed me to the office. I had to admit that the whole school was pretty pristine. Dad would have hated it.

The office ladies stared at me when I came in. "Do you have a problem, son?"

"I'm new. Grey Holmes. Um… my dad was supposed to have called." The lady suddenly got an appalled look on her face, but then hid it. She was obviously one of the people who had believed my dad was a fake so many years ago. She probably still did. She was also in an affair with the headmaster and her husband worked for the government. Apparently her husband was on the verge of finding out as well. She was going to hate me.

"Oh yes, so you're the Holmes boy. I've heard a lot about your father. Just let me print out your schedule and you'll be on your way." The lady went to her printer and got a piece of paper. She stared at it a bit before coming back. "So you've never gone to school before?" I wanted to say of course not and who did she think I was, but I was going to try not to make any rude comments. So I shook my head. "Ok, so you're in Year 4. But you have Latin and Science with a group of Year 6's. Just follow the room numbers, ok?"

"Ok, I'll just be on my way then." She unwillingly handed me the schedule and a note and told me to go upstairs." I went upstairs to find my class somewhere in the middle of rehearsing their times tables. I handed the note to the teacher and sat down and watched the children incessantly chant over and over again. On the playground when a group of kids asked me what I was doing here I almost punched them. They were obviously from high class families with lack of self-esteem, but strong fatherly figures.

The rest of the day was equally boring. My dad was right. School children can be considered on the same level as nethanderals. I got thrown out of one class for interrupting a teacher in class with "incessant singing" and I had detention tomorrow for telling another teacher his wife would be angry about his affair with the English teacher. Not such a fine day. I was happy to get back home.

My dad and Uncle John were arguing at the table when I got home. "I did no such thing!"

"Then why are all my eyes in the trash!"

"Maybe you put them there and forgot."

"Do you know me as the type to forget things? Or to throw them away?" They were both red in the face. I stepped in to the kitchen and they stopped. Uncle John looked at my dad, "Sherlock, you could've told me you weren't going to take Grey to school. I would've at least taken the taxi with him." I had a feeling that this is what they had been arguing about for a while.

"You were fine weren't you, Grey? Was it everything you hoped for and more?" He had a sarcastic look on his face.

"Of course it was." I pulled the pink detention slip out of my bag. "Sign this." Dad looked at it and then shook his head.

"Disrespecting a teacher's personal life? They give detention for that? Did you tell him that their secret affair was going south?" I nodded. "Then help me here. Give me that humorous bone." I searched through the pile of bones until I found the right bone. I looked it over before handing it to him.

"Man in his 40's died from a heart attack?"

"50 actually. Long ways off."

"Cannon fodder." Dad turned away before laughing almost like he was humiliated. He took the bone and crushed it into piece, placing only a small piece in his solution. Uncle John laughed and left mumbling, "Like father, like son."