Chapter One
Sherlock and Anderson were sat in the headmistress' office on Monday morning. "We do not expect this behaviour from our teachers, Mister Holmes and Mister Anderson." She was saying. "Fighting in the yard! How do you expect our students not to behave this way when you two do? What were you both thinking?!" The two men sat in front of her looking sorry for themselves with puffy lips, black eyes and bloody cuts decorating their faces.
Anderson opened his mouth to speak but the door swung open. "Mrs Hudson?" Miss Hooper popped her head around the door and smiled at Sherlock. "The new teacher is here." She said.
"New teacher?" Sherlock Holmes asked her.
"Yes. His name is John Watson; he's our new English teacher."
"Wasn't Donovan our English teacher?" Anderson asked.
"She was but she burst into tears and resigned last week. Lastrade's been teaching her classes but I know he can't keep it up so I've got John in." Mrs Hudson explained. "But don't change the subject! Molly, tell him I'll not be too long. You two are on lower school break all this week." Anderson and Sherlock groaned. "And both of you are teaching the girls dance class this week...all week! Now get to the nurse before I fire the both of you!" Anderson and Sherlock got out of her office as quickly as they could.
John Watson sat in the cushy waiting room, his palms sweating, trying to avoid eye contact with the fat year nine in the more comfortable seat across from him. The year nine boy looked like this was a usual occurrence going to the headmistress' office. "Head's office eh?" John said. The boy just grunted. "What did you do?"
"Set fire to my teacher's lab coat." He crossed his arms over his chest and grinned. John tried not to react too much. "You?"
"Oh...I'm the new guy." John could hardly hide the terror in his voice, what was he doing? "New English teacher."
"Sally gone already? Knew she woul'n't last long. Too soft." The boy grinned. "I woz there when she burst into tears coz some kid asked her if she was preggers."
"I'm sure she was a very good teacher." John told him.
"Nah, all she did woz complain about Mister Holmes. All anyone does 'round here, apart from Miss 'opper 'course. Swear she got the hots for him."
The thick wooden door swung open and a small woman appeared. "Christian? Again?!" She shouted and shook her head. "Ah, Mister Watson! How nice to see you, I'll be just a second after I see Christian." The fat year nine got up from his comfortable chair and followed the woman, Mrs Hudson, into her office.
"Hello." John jumped and turned to the wooden desk where Miss Hooper sat looking up over her computer. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
"No, No." John lied.
"I'm Molly." She said. "You'll be teaching English to our lovely pupils? I promise you they are all amazing." She started laughing and then snorted.
Shouting came from behind the door and then it opened. Christian came out with a smug smile on his face. "And you can wipe that grin off your face, young man! John, you can come in now." Mrs Hudson smiled at him. John, trembling, got up from his plastic chair and followed the woman through the door.
He'd expected something terrible, like something from a horror movie, to be behind the door but was very disappointed. The room was light and small, most of the space taken up by the large desk in the centre and the small two-person settee in the corner, a tiny fish bowl was sat on the desk next to a big lamp. Mrs Hudson sat down in her chair and John did the same to the, yet again, uncomfortable plastic chair. "Now, John, I must warn you that we have some very...special..."
"Students? Don't worry, I have worked with worse, I'm ready for anything you throw at me." John grinned, feeling happy with himself.
"I wasn't talking about our students, no the students are angels, I mean the teachers. Especially Sherlock Holmes."
"I'm sure he's not so bad." John told her.
"No, he's worse, good at what he does but he's not exactly a people person."
"Why does he have the job, if you don't mind me asking?"
"His brother funds the school, have you heard of Mycroft?"
"Holmes? He's Secretary State of Education, right?"
"Yes. Well, it's nice this chit-chat and all but I bet you are dying to get to your first class. Your first class is with year nines, Christian is in it even, in E12 which is upstairs. Lunch is at 12 on the dot and you are on lower school lunch, here is your timetable for the rest of the week. I'll see you later, Mister Watson." Mrs Hudson stood up to shake John's hand. "Have fun!" She smiled as he left.
John entered his classroom to see they had all gone wild, children were dancing on the tables, throwing paper airplanes and running about, and one was tied to the ceiling by her shoelaces while Christian and his friends laughed beneath her dangling hair. John walked in and slammed the door loudly. The class stopped in shock and the girl tied to the ceiling fell to the table below with a bang. "Back to your seats!" John shouted. They all started laughing.
"He means it, you puffs!" Christian barked. The laughing stopped and everyone returned to their places.
"Thank you." John said. "I am Mister Watson and I will be your new English teacher." He began