Ch. 1 Primary
"Sherlock darling, please don't forget your scarf. It's cold out."
"But Mummy, I don't want to go to another school!" Sherlock cried, standing at the door with his navy blue uniform on. "Why can't I just go back to St. Joe's? James is there!"
"I know Sherlock dear, but they haven't let you come back because of all the damage you've done to the school," his mother said, putting on her boot, "you know that, now come. Your brother is going to be late."
Sherlock really didn't want to go to his new school. He had such a hard time making friends at St. Joseph's Primary School that he was happy to have found one: James. He and James would play together in the yard and play 'Scientist', doing experiments together at all times. Outside, in the yard, in the classroom, in the loo. Sherlock didn't want to make new friends at Fox Primary School; he knew he wasn't going to. What kind of name was Fox, anyway?
Thinking about all of this just made him angrier and he started to cry. Coming down the hallway, his older brother heard him starting to sniffle and he ruffled his little brother's curly brown hair as he put his coat on. "Don't fret little brother," he said to him, "there will be plenty more toilets for you to stuff earthworms into at Fox."
"Mycroft please. You're not making anything better." their mother sighed.
Sherlock cried aloud and went up to his brother, punching his arm with as much force as his five-year old body could muster. His arms barely reached his brother's shoulder, so he pounded against Mycroft's elbow as many times as he could before Mycroft palmed him at the forehead and held him at arm's length. Sherlock knew this trick by now though, and he ducked out of his brother's grasp and headbutted him in the stomach.
Mycroft grunted a little, but didn't protest further.
"That probably didn't even hurt you because you're so fat," Sherlock shot, "Fat Mycroft."
"Ok boys, that's enough! In the car, both of you."
They went on to drop Mycroft off first. He and Sherlock didn't attend the same school. Mycroft was starting his first year at Queen Elizabeth's, one of the top schools for academics for which he had received a scholarship. At least, that's what Sherlock had picked up from Mycroft babbling about it all summer. The drive was a long one because the school was located outside of central London, but despite it being far from their home, Mycroft always got his way.
When they finally arrived, Mycroft bid his mother goodbye and then he turned to Sherlock and said, "Please do behave yourself, you are a Holmes."
Sherlock just looked away as his brother shut the door behind him.