A/N Slight strong language, bullying. Please review.
I was the first to arrive at my classroom; History. I sat at the back of the classroom to draw attention away from myself, no-one sat next to me so that meant no small talk and that I could concentrate more. Alone is good.
"Hamish Watson-Holmes."The teacher announced taking the register. He wore a smart 3 piece suit, no creases, no stains, probably OCD. As soon as he read my name out the mumbles started. "
Oh my god, it's him." One boy shouted.
"I hear his dad killed himself, some say he went insane his mind turned on him." Another boy explained.
"Quiet class!" Exclaimed sir, "Now I thought that we would start this year off with WWII, take the book in front of you and write down the date and the notes on the board, just some quick facts." Instructed Sir. Following his instructions, I opened my exercise book copied down the date but not the facts as I did not see the point as I had already stored them in my mind palace like papa had taught me.
"Hamish, you have not copied down the points like I told you to since they have gone off the board you will have to copy them down at the end." Exclaimed the teacher noticing my blank book.
"But sir I have written them down just not in my book plus I already knew them." I replied.
"That's impossible you could not have written them down and memorised them in that amount of time." Said Sir.
"World War One started in 1939 and ended in 1945. Germany invading neighbouring countries and imprisoning Jews, gypsies, the mentally and physically disabled and prisoners of war. Children in Britain were made to wear gas masks as gas was one of the worst killers in WW1 so they wanted to be prepared. Would you like me to continue?" I asked after I repeated the points word for word. The mumbles continued.
"He's such a freak!" Announced several of my classmates.
"GET OUT!" Exclaimed my history teacher embarrassed and filled with rage as I had talked back. Not the best first lesson.
Next was PE which was okay judging I am quite sporty we played a game of rugby and I got asked if I wanted to join the team! After was break which I was hoping to spend alone, but that kid from my form approached me again and talked to be; again.
"Hello Hamish, heard you got sent out in History." Said Rory.
"Yes I did all I did was prove the teacher wrong." I replied.
"Teachers don't like it when you do that here. What exactly did you say?" Asked Rory obviously wanting to hear if the rumours were true.
"He told the class to copy down the facts off the board but I didn't see the point in writing them down as I had already memorizing them plus I already knew them. When he noticed my blank book he told me that I had to stay behind and copy them down. When I said that I had memorized them he refused to believe me so I said them word for word he got embarrassed and angry that I had talked back to him and told me to leave." I explained.
"How did you memorized them in such a short amount of time?" Questioned Rory, curious.
"My mind palace." I explained, again before Rory could answer the bell went signalling that I should go to my next lesson.
After break it was English, boring. When the teacher read my name the mumbles began again I had had them all day and this time I had had enough.
"My dad says that Sherlock deserved it, with being gay and all, he says that they are the devil's work!" Shouted a boy that was in some of my lessons and kept on insulting my family.
"Shut up! You don't know the slightest thing about my family, my papa did not deserve it. Your dad is just a homophobic bastard who needs to keep his nose out of other people's business, if anything it's your dad that should have died." I shouted storming out of the room but not before I could say, "Oh and your dad is sleeping with his secretary." And with that I left. I didn't care that I had lessons left I caught he tube back home.
"Dad I'm home." I shouted into 221B Baker Street. "What? You still supposed to be at school." Replied dad checking his watch. "
Yes I am but I left." I said as if it was obvious, which it was.
"What happened?" Sighed dad sitting on the sofa motioning for me to sit next to him.
"Well, in history I got sent out for proving the teacher wrong. Also, whenever the teachers read my name out everyone started mumbling, in English one boy shouted, and I quote. "My dad says that Sherlock deserved it, with being gay and all, he says that they are the devil's work." So I shouted abuse at him informed him about his dad's affair and left." I stated.
"Oh Hamish you are your papa's son." Announced Dad.
