Father, I'm going to see John." Sherlock's voice was deeper. The young teen did not seem as happy as usual. John was Sherlock's best friend. They had been best friends for seven years. However, that was to soon end. Jackson, their president, was going to make Sherlock's tribe leave their territory. They had been told they will be leaving tomorrow.
He moved quietly and quickly through the prairie. Soon, he saw him. "Hello." John jumped, and then turned. "Sherlock, don't do that!" Sherlock gave a tenth of a smile. Odd, usually he would laugh at the prank. "Sherlock, is something wrong?"
"No."
"Sherlock," John said, voice gentle, worried. Sherlock did not want to talk about it. "Please, John. I just don't want to talk about it right now. Please." Sherlock looked pleadingly at his friend. John frowned slightly, his face concerned. That was unlike Sherlock. Usually, they would try to talk through whatever it was bothering them, but if Sherlock did not want to tell him that was fine, too. "Oh, Okay." He said, then, in an effort to cheer him up, John playfully tackled him.
Laughing, Sherlock gently pushed John off. "Get off me." He said, and they began to laugh. The play fight lasted until both boys had to go home. 'This will not be my home for long.' Sherlock thought. He knew he would miss them.
When John got home, his dad took one look at his face and asked, "What happened?" John just shook his head, if Sherlock did not want to tell him that was fine. "John, what's wrong. Is Sherlock alright?"
"Yes, pa, everything is fine. John answered, going to his room. Josiah knew there was something bothering his son. John was just so cheerful, it was clear something was wrong. He shook his head and went to meet his own friend, Running Wind. Maybe he could tell him. When he got back, he looked just as sad as John did. His son was eating a late dinner. If picking at his food was eating. He looked up, "Pa? What is it?" Josiah then told John something that made him lose whatever appetite he had. Sherlock's tribe is leaving tomorrow.
Sherlock moved quietly with the others. There were soldiers all around them trying to keep them from acting up. Suddenly, he heard his best friend calling to him. He turned to see John running toward the group. Breaking away from the others, he ran towards his friend. As soon as they reached each other, John nearly crushed him in a hug. Then again Sherlock knew he could not complain, he was doing the same thing. "Don't go, please don't go." John repeated over and over. "I'm sorry I have to." His friend replied. It was clear Sherlock did not want to leave his friend or his home behind.
Suddenly, he felt a rough hand grab his shoulder. The boys were forcefully pulled away. John was shoved to the side so hard he fell. Sherlock was pushed back to his tribe before he could yell at them to 'Leave him alone!'. He looked back and saw John get up, then was forced to keep moving. Both boys wondered if they will see each other again. They did not know it will be seven years before they did.
