John rubs the sleep from his eyes and yawns before thinking about yesterday and immediately panic and hysteria washes over him before he concludes that it is, in fact, still dark outside. He lets out the breath he didn't realize he was holding in before picking up his phone off of the table right next to his bed to see what time it actually was. 5:55. Perfect. He has more than enough time to shower and eat breakfast today.
He goes downstairs and finds his mother packing his lunch. Mrs. Watson notices him at the doorway and immediately a smile washes over her face. "Hey honey. Were you okay yesterday? When you got home you immediately went to bed." She's giving a worried frown now. "I was wondering if maybe you weren't feeling well or school just didn't go well?" She looks at him now, but the back of his bed hair is what she finds looking back at her. She breathes out a little chuckle.
"I was feeling fine," He shovels a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. "I was just tired." He butters the toast that just popped out of the toaster and puts jam on it before taking his cereal, jam, and orange juice to the table. Mrs. Watson watches her son sit down. "So how was school then? Did you meet anyone interesting?" Mrs. Watson smiles at her son who's face just lit up with excitement from her question. So he has met someone interesting. Mrs. Watson flashes a knowing smile "Is she pretty?" She teases.
"Oh it's a boy!" Her expression turns into surprised before returning to interested smiles. "His name is Sherlock Holmes." He takes a bite of his toast and a sip of his ice cold orange juice. "He's like some sort of a genius! He has my whole life figured out by just a few things he noticed from me!" Johns face darkens a little bit. "He doesn't have any friends though."
"Well maybe you'll just have to steal the honors of being his first." Mrs. Watson smiles.
John chugs the last of his juice before smiling at his mom and heading upstairs for his shower. Once he's out he brushes his teeth and combs his hair. He puts on the first set of clothes on the top of one of the boxes in his room before heading downstairs and grabbing his bag from the spot near the door where he carelessly shrugged it off the day before. On his way down the sidewalk he hears his mom shouting from the porch.
"Have a good day at school Johnny! I love you!" John cringes and checks around to make sure no one was around to hear. He waves to his mom before pacing himself away from the house.
John finds his way to his first period class just 2 minutes before the tardy bell rings. He greets the teacher who's a middle aged man with short brown hair going grey at the tips and rectangular glasses. He's wearing a t-shirt that says something about a Marathon and jeans with tennis shoes. The teacher introduces himself as Mr. Moore and gives John an assigned seat. He writes down the notes for History class and no one talks to him throughout the class. After the bell rings he asks Mr. Moore to direct him to Mrs. Hunter's room for Algebra.
"I could have a student take you if you'd like. Mrs. Donavan! Would you please show Mr. Watson to Mrs. Hunter's room?"
"Sure thing, Mr. M!" She flashes her teeth that look very white against her tanned skin.
John thanks Mr. Moore before following the girl out of the classroom.
"My name's Sally, by the way. We have English with Mrs. Revera." She smiles at John.
"Yeah I think I saw you. You had were busy taking a re-test or something though, right." John smiles back.
Sally scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Yeah. Mrs. Revera's make up test. She makes you do them in essay form as punishment for missing test days. It sucks."
"Wow that does sound horrible." John frowns. He seriously hopes he doesn't get some illness that requires him to stay home on a test day.
"So you've met some people in our class then?" They turn down a hallway.
"Yeah I met Roland and Carrie. A few other people talked to me but I'm not very good with names." John looks at Sally slightly apologetically before remembering Sherlock's in their class too. "Oh! And I met Sherlock!" He says with a smile the vanishes as soon as he catches Sally's shocked and slightly frightened look.
"Oh you poor thing! God, how did you even meet him?" Sally looks worried for John.
"Well the teacher asked him to show me to class. I think he's really nice actually."
Sally raises her eyebrows at John. "John, let me just tell you. Holmes? He's a freak. You know what his favorite things to do in his free time are?" John shakes his head, slightly confused.
"He likes to solve puzzles, tell people who they are, and look at dead things including people. If you know what's good for you, you'll stay away from him. Here's your class by the way. I gotta get off to class! I'll see you the period after next!" She smiles before she trots down the hallway and around the corner.
