I'm really thankful to the three people who followed and those who reveiwed the first two chapters! An idea popped into my head awhile ago, so I've decided to put something about a fight into a later chapter. I forgot a disclaimer. Don't own anything!
Chapter 3
As they turned the corner and approached the gates, Mycroft noticed his little brother tighten his grip on Mycroft's hand. " Mycroft? " Sherlock asked, fear undeniable in his small voice. "Sherrinford said not to deduce anyone. Why can't I, Mycroft ?" The boy looked up at his older brother. His blue eyes were full of innocence and hope, not realising the hell that was through the fast approaching gates. The school its self looked prison-like, far more than Mycroft had remembered. "Because, brother mine, the teachers and other children don't like it!" Mycroft thought this was a suitable answer. It didn't make school sound like a good place or a bad place. "But why don't they like it?" Mycroft sighed. Sherlock was impossible sometimes, and no matter how much Mycroft loved his brother, he still got on his nerves. "Find out for yourself! " He snapped. Sherlock's head dropped, raven curls bouncing. Mycroft instantly regretted his words. "Sherlock, some children don't understand the importance of deductions and get offended." This answer satisfied the small child and he went back to avoiding the cracks on the pavement. When they came to the gates, each child stopped dead. "Ready?" Sherlock gave a sigh. "I suppose so."
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Mycroft pushed open the heavy gate, revealing the hundreds of children within. He glanced down at his brother. He was paler than usual and was looking like a deer in headlights. "Alright, Sherlock? " Mycroft didn't get an answer. They made their way to the primary one class room, running into several of Mycroft's old teachers in the process. At last they came to the bright, yellow door. Mycroft knocked. A young women of about twenty opened the door. "Ah, you must be young Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock scowled at her. "Sorry," Mycroft whispered. "My brother's a bit nervous. " The women gave Mycroft a knowing glance. "Come in, Sherlock. Your brother can stay as long as you want him to."
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They entered the classroom to find around fifteen children playing in various groups. "Sherlock, I have to go across to my part of the school. I'll be back at three o'clock sharp to pick you up!" He waited for a response. "Bye, Sherlock." The young boy nodded in response. With that, Mycroft left the room, leaving Sherlock standing by himself in the classroom. A boy of about five ran up to him. "Hello " He grinned " I'm Clark. What's your name?" Sherlock studied the boy. "I'm Sherlock!" He held out his hand to the the other boy. The boy in question looked confused."Do ya wanna play with me and my mates?" Sherlock mentally flicked through advice Mummy had given him on how to make People not-hate him. Mummy had called these people 'friends'. He decided to give the advice a try. "Sure!" He said, and ran off to join the group of other boys...