"High school…" sighed John, surrounded by different students rushing to their classes. He had no idea where to head to, and no one looked friendly enough to ask. Maybe, if he ran fast enough, he may be able to go visit the principal, Greg Lestrade, once again. He seemed like a nice guy.

"Ouch," John whimpered as he fell to the ground, he scampered up quickly picking up his fallen books, "Sorry."

"A doctor, huh?" John looked up to see a tall, handsome boy with amazing cheekbones and… his thoughts were interrupted by the student, "Well, John Watson, I presume that's your name, I guess you're our typical British student. Good luck with that seeing as less than 10% of the students actually do achieve their dreams, and if you don't attend your classes, I don't see how you'll be one of those."

"Wait, how do you know all that?" John asked, bewildered.

"Your name is written all over your books. You've got different science books and you seem to be heading in the wrong direction. I also noticed that you're missing the schedule in your hand, and since you're new you can't possibly know where your classes are," the boy explained.

"Wow. That's amazing." John exclaimed smiling, while extending a hand, "I'm J- Oh, I guess you know who I am. Would you care to introduce yourself?"

"Sherlock," he replied shaking John's hand. He seemed to be surprised, but John didn't quite know what it was that amazed him. John stood there staring into Sherlock's naturally blue eyes with a yellowish glow around them, but then they start fading into the color green.

"Your eyes are tremendous" John whispered

"Huh?"

Awkwardly, John realized that he was still clutching Sherlock's hand and quickly let go, "Um, I said, nice to meet you. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go back to class"

As John shuffled away, his heart beating fast, Sherlock shouted after him, "Do you even know where that is?", but he didn't seem to hear him.

Sherlock laughed; well that was obviously a first. I guess those socializing classes finally paid off. He strutted to his AP English class with a smile on his face. First time not being insulted. First time to actually have a conversation. First time to actually feel anything other than hate towards someone. Sherlock sat wondering, hoping, that this year would be better than the last.


so, i hope you find this entertaining, i know it's not much. i just want to know if i should continue or if this is just a failed attempt and im embarassing myself. thank you