Sherlock soon found that 'making friends' was easier said than done. The other children didn't like him. In fact, they'd taken to calling him a freak and saying he was really an alien. Not one of the children in his class would look at him without sending off some rude comment, or simply a declaration of 'freak'. The teacher noticed, Sherlock knows she saw. Sherlock had told her what the other kids were doing, but Ms. Barrows just smiled down at him and said that it was because they were just kids.
The kids were sure not to physically hurt him. Or at least not while teachers were around. Stephen Caste, the boy who'd punched Sherlock on his first day, often cornered him and attacked him where people couldn't see the bruises. Carter Parker, the son of the Alison Parker, decided to tell the whole school that he was a 'little mummy's boy' and had colored his hair so he could look like her. Sherlock, of course, didn't deny it. Why would he? He loved his Mummy more than anyone else he'd ever met. The other kids though that made him a 'loser'.
It took all of a week. By the end of that first week, Sherlock had come home and broken down in tears in the entry way. Luckily, it was Mummy, not Father, who found him. She pulled him into her arms and shushed him softly, running her hand through his hair.
"Mu-Mummy…" Sherlock started when he could manage it.
Mummy held him slightly tighter, "What Sherly?"
"Can-can we go back to the home schooling?" Sherlock asked, he pulled away slightly so he could see his Mummy's eyes.
She was smiling sadly when she replied, "Of course Sherly, we'll sign you up right away. If you want we can head to the school tomorrow and pull you out, then we'll get you back into home-school."
Sherlock smiled before leaning back into Mummy, "Mummy, I'm tired." He murmured.
"I'll take you to bed, my brilliant little boy." Mummy whispered.
"Mummy?" Sherlock voice was just above a whisper.
"Hmmm?" Mummy hummed.
Sherlock shifted in his Mummy's arms as she picked him up off the floor, "Can you sing that song…the one you sing when I have nightmares."
"Of course, Sherly." Mummy said before starting to sing softly "Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done, lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more." Then she started to hum the melody softly. Sherlock was asleep before she started singing again.
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