Call me Holmes (A Sherlock new generation story)

by Sherlocksgirl221

Everyone knows about the great detective Sherlock Holmes, but the really question is do you know about his Great - Great - Great - Great Granddaughter?...Well now you will. (I do not own Sherlock Holmes or Sherlock from BBC, they are own by the great people who inspired me to do this. I do own my twist on the characters and if you take them I will report you.)

2. 221 Apartment B

221 Apartment B

The sun was just raising over the city of New York, of course known as "the city that never sleeps" but that didn't stop the sun from setting and raising. The clocks showed about 5:30 but some, if not most people were already awake and going about their days, this was the same for the little old woman name Mrs. Hudson who lived in the bottom apartment of 221 B Baker Street, New York. The woman stood about 5'3 or 5'4 on a good day when her knees weren't acting up, she was a slim woman with light skin that held her age very nicely. She awoke and began to dressed for the day in her usually tan blouse and brown shirt with dark brown inch heels before placing her thin brown hair in a bun on the back of her head.
In her old age things had to go a bit slower then before but didn't stop her from being able to kick up her heels and get to work, this work included taking care of the small apartment building she owned, making sure bills and rents were paid on time, having everything in work order and for the pass 6 years now; getting up and ready the young girl who lived in the apartment above her.

She climbed the stairs till soon she reached the door as she opened it and found the most stomach turn smell hitting her in the face "My Goodness!" She exclaimed as she turned her back and took a breath a flash air before rushing in and starting to open the windows to let the rotten scent out. "Sherley!" She called out "Sherley!" "Stop your annoying shouting Mrs. H, your going to make the dogs howl." A rude but soft voice came from the kitchen.
The older woman turned to see the young girl sitting at the kitchen table with her long brown hair hanging over her face "my girl, what are you doing now?" She walked over and began to clean up "why are you touching things, you know you aren't suppose to do that." Sherley looked up and let her hair fall back so her face could be seen, her young age was clear to see with 'baby face' but what really catch people off guard was the deep, dark brown eyes that cause those around her to stare if not for a little while. "Excuse me?" Mrs. Hudson stopped and turned to her as her hands went right to her hips and brow raised, Sherley straighten her back and sighed "I'm sorry, just...this one failed just like the rest." "You'll get soon sweetheart but for now why not let the things that actually are still alive have a chance to breath?" She chuckled and kissed her on the head before turning to walk out "now get ready you'll be late for school if you don't." Were the last words before the woman disappear from the doorway.