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Try with your left hand

"Are you okay Sherlock?" asked Miss Holloway as he sat in his seat, the concern spilling out through her voice.

"I'm fine Miss." he said with a small smile.

"Okay, well, I'm going to teach them how to write their names now so if you want to go to the library again you're very welcome to."

"Thank you Miss Holloway." he said as he stood again and pulled on the bottom of his blazer. He put his hands in his pockets and walked out the classroom to the library.

Edna greeted him with a smile which soon faded as he saw his face. "Oh my boy, what happened?"

"I got into a fight."

"Why, I thought you were cleverer than that Sherlock!"

"The fact I am more clever than him caused it." he said and took a seat in the armchair. He swung his legs.

Edna sighed. "Oh well..." she smiled slightly. "I marked your IQ test. Want to know what you got?"

"Yes please."

"Well the average is 100 but you got a score of 164! That's incredible Sherlock!" she said with a wide grin.

"Is that good?"

"That's extremely good."

"Wow..." he smiled.

"Now you can show that off to your friends." she said and picked up the pirate books she had collected for him. Sherlock sighed. He had no friends to show that off to. He'd tried and failed. But tomorrow was a new day and he could try again.

He smiled at the woman as she put the books on the table next to him.

He picked up the top book and read the title.

Treasure island

Mycroft had told him about that book. He had always wanted to read it but father didn't have it in his library at home. He opened the book to find ink stamps inside.

"Edna what are these stamps?" he asked.

"They're for if you want to borrow a book. I stamp it for you and you have to bring it back a couple of weeks later."

"Do you mean I can take it home?" his eyes lit up. New books that he could read at home!

"If you like. Come here."

He stood and carried the book over to the woman. She typed in his name on the computer and scanned his book. She picked up her stamp and stamped in the date.

"You're the first person to have borrowed a book this year." she said with a small smile. "And you're one of few who actually want to read for fun. Most students only take out their reading books."

"They're the ones missing out, reading's fun!" he said with a small smile before returning to his seat.

"I couldn't agree with you more Sherlock."

Sherlock spent the rest of lesson time in there until he had to go back to class for lunch.

He picked up his lunchbox and followed the rest of his class to the dining room.

He sat at the end of one of the long tables. He watched as some people queued up to get their cooked lunch. Mycroft had already warned him that their dinners weren't very good and the cooking staff were grumpy as they were underpaid. He wasn't wrong.

He opened his lunchbox and looked at the food in front of him. He wasn't hungry so, while the staff weren't looking, he walked over to the bin and tipped the food in. He didn't need food at the moment so why waste his time?

He walked to the door but was stopped by a member of staff.

"Have you eaten all your food?" she asked, looking at him suspiciously.

"Yes miss." he opened his lunchbox and showed her the empty contents.

She nodded suspiciously and let him go outside.

Sherlock walked into his classroom and put his lunchbox back in his bag. He saw the clouds forming outside so thought it wise to pick up his coat. He put it on and strolled outside to the empty playground.

He walked around, taking in the grand building and field before him. A few other children ran outside and ran around, playing various games. Sherlock stopped walking and stood at the edge of the playground.

It didn't take long for the playground to fill up with children between the ages of 4 and 7. He watched them interact. He didn't understand how they could make friends so easily. It wasn't his fault the first time they had seen him he was punching someone in the face. Anderson had wound him up.

He sighed.

Suddenly, the girl who sat opposite him accidentally ran into him.

"Oh sorry!" she said and zipped up her coat and pushed her hair away with her left hand.

"That's okay." Sherlock said with a smile, ignoring the sting from his split lip.

She smiled back and ran off again to play with her friends. Sherlock felt slightly happy. He had spoken to someone without them automatically hating him!

Soon the sky gave in and raindrops began to fall. Girls screamed and ran inside quickly whereas the boys walked in, accepting they were going to get drenched, some even jumping in the puddles that had begun to form.

Sherlock walked forward into the middle of the playground and let the rain fall on him. His dark curls began to stick to his forehead and he could feel the water on his skin, through his clothes.

After a short while he turned and walked inside the building. He walked into his classroom and noticed his classmates now playing with the toys and pretending to be postmen and post-women. He took of his dripping wet coat and hung it on his peg.

"Class settle down!" said Miss Holloway as she entered the room. "Lunch is over.

Please take your seats." She smiled at Sherlock as she walked past. Sherlock pushed his wet hair away from his eyes.

The class quickly put their toys away and sat down. He noticed pieces of paper with people's names on them in yellow highlighter. Some had been traced well but others not so well. He remembered Mycroft doing the same thing when he had just turned 3...

"Ok children, please complete writing your names and then we will do a class activity." she said with a smile and general conversation began again. Sherlock looked around at his fellow students. He observed the girl in front of him. She had run into him at lunch.

He watched her as she attempted to write with a frown of concentration. He looked at her work. She was failing miserably.

"Try with your left hand." he said. He had noticed how she had been using her left hand for other activities.

She looked up. "Why?"

"Some people find it easier to write with their left hand. You probably will as you use your left hand more than your right."

"Okay..." she hesitantly put the pencil in her left hand and began to write. She automatically began tracing in a much better quality. She smiled. "Thanks!" she said before tracing her surname.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. It was the first thing he seemed to have done right today. He might even make a friend. The thought excited him.

He exited the building to see Jonathan standing there with a black umbrella.

"Good afternoon master Sherlock." he frowned "What happened to you?" he asked.

Sherlock touched his eye. It must have started to go black by now. "I got into a fight at break."

"I do not think that is a very wise thing to do master Sherlock." he said as they began to walk towards the black Mercedes.

"It was his fault..."

The butler smiled slightly. "It always is sir." he opened the door.

"Freak!" he heard Anderson yell from across the car park. He turned around to see the boy sniggering at him. He scowled at him before entering the car. Jonathan closed the door and got into the driver's seat. He wished the journey would last forever considering he didn't know what misfortunes would occur when he got home.

Way to start the school year... He thought to himself.