"Unacceptable!" I hear the principal yell "I will personally see any person who was a part of that fight. It is not in any way we are taught to act in schools' grounds is it?" The principal pauses "Like a zoo. No way for the seniors in this school to act. I would expect perhaps toddlers to act that way. With no feelings for if anybody got hurt. We have sent one of the girls in a ambulance with broken bones. Henceforth due to the lack of action provided by all students, every student will be in detention during lunch time. Bystanders are a major issue in this school it seems. Perhaps a few months with no freedom will allow you to understand how much autonomy we give all of you. Now if anybody want to own up, if they were part of the altercation than please I invite you to come and see me. Those students who do come to me will not face legal action nor expulsion but only suspension. We already know who a handful are. The rest will easily be identified. Make no mistake. Unless each student owns up to their wrong doings the detentions will last until each of you graduate. Dismissed,"

"Should we own up?" James asks pulling us aside

"Well I am," I smile "I mean come on. It isn't like one of Sarah's friends isn't going to rat us out,"

They nod in union as we walk towards the office building. I walk straight up the principal who then marches me to the head master.

"Myra how could you do this?" He asks. He prods more and more as I make no conversation. I start to get annoyed at him then I snap.

"I don't know okay. I was angry. I am always angry. I am angry that my mom won't watch me graduate high school. I am mad that I was forced from everything I know and put here. I am mad about how I think of myself. I am not happy and I haven't been for a while. I can't tell anybody thought because I think other people are complete morons," I shrink into the chair. If I was admitting everything I was going to go hard. "Back at home my step dad was always so angry with me. I never understood. He would always yell and punch holes into the walls. Wouldn't tell my mom either. He always threatened that if I told mom about anything that he did he would make sure that I never get to see my mom again. So I made myself strong. I made it so that nobody could ever make me feel bad again. I don't want to be a bad person. I spent so much time on the streets because it came to a point where the streets were safer than home. I haven't had a good life and everybody else around here has and I am jealous okay. I am jealous that they get to live a life where the worst thing that could happen is their hair straightener doesn't work. I just want to be normal. Even if it is just for one moment I want to live outside my head. I want to be like everybody else but I know I can't," At this point I start to cry "I don't want to be different. I am the reason my mom went away. I told her what my step dad was doing. She hurt him really bad and he told the government everything. He tried to run off with Archie but Mycroft's men caught him. If I didn't say anything I would still be with my mom. I wouldn't be such a burden on Sherlock. I know I am a burden. He never tells me but I feel like I am just imposing on everybody's life,"

"If you were a burden I would tell you," I hear Sherlock state leaning on the doorframe

"How long have you been here?" I ask

"After you said I am always angry," He shrugs "So when you were telling me you didn't want to be different you meant that?"

"I guess," I shrug

He pulls me into a hug. I whimper as the bruises on my back are really starting to hurt now. He looks down at me and crooks his eyebrow worryingly.

"Right. Well Myra I am going to have to give you a three-week long suspension. How do you feel about that Mr Holmes?" The head master asks

"Plenty of time for her to recover and then we will have a little talk about getting into fights. Especially ones where you can get hurt," He states still holding my shoulders "Do you want a blanket or anything?" He asks me as we walk out

"Huh?" I sniffle

"When people are in your state usually people give them blankets. What do you need?"

"I don't know," I shrug. I see Willow walk out of the office with John

"Hey Myra what did you get?" She asks walking towards me

"Three-week suspension. You?" I ask '

"Four weeks. The older kids have an eight-week suspension," She points out

"Myra can you look at me for a moment?" John asks

I look over to him as he puts one of his hands on my head "I need you to watch my finger okay. Did you hit your head?" He asks as I watch his finger go up and down so he can check my eyes for any brain damage

"My head was bleeding before. I think I might've" I shrug

"Sherlock I am taking Willow up to my office to check her over for any signs more than bruising. Bring Myra along too okay," John advises

"Do I get a blanket though?" I ask jokingly

"Why are you cold?" John asks not getting the joke

"No it's just," I pause and sigh "Never mind,"

Sherlock simply nods and follows Johns car to his doctor's office.

"Do you feel dizzy Myra?" John asks as I step out

"I did before but now I am not. I think I need water," I admit

"Okay Sherlock go and get her some water. Come on I need you to sit up on the bed for me," John explains

"I would expect her to be hurt. At one point there were at least six people on her. She can really fight though. Not once was she knocked to the ground and she took some punches," Willow explains

"Willow got punched in the stomach multiple times John. I think you may need to check on her afterwards," I point out

"Would've been a lot worse if Myra hadn't jumped in to save me," She smirks to me "Thanks for that by the way,"

I smile as John inspects the bruising. "Well she has a concussion. Not too serious though. Plenty of rest. Wake her every four hours to check on everything Sherlock okay,"

"Yes," he nods

"Sherlock you are being awfully quiet," I point out

"I don't know what to do," He silently admits

John's face is one of complete awe. Never before has Sherlock admitted that he doesn't know what to do. Especially so soon.

"Do you want to stay with me until she is fine to go home?" John asks me

"As long as Sherlock comes," I smile

"Yes of course. Sherlock what do you think?" john asks

He simply nods. He is too quiet. I wait until we leave to ask Sherlock questions

"So you don't know how to treat a concussion?" I ask

"I know how to treat a concussion," Sherlock mutters

"Than what do you not know what to do?" I ask

"Deal with a girl as brilliant as you," He states opening the door for me. I sit in the car and watch his face

"What do you mean?" I ask

"Dammit Myra. You are so bright. I wish I knew about you. Just imagine if I was able to get my hands on your step father," He mumbles "I don't know anything about being a parent but I do know that you are a smart kid. Smarter than I could of anticipated. I need you to try and work with me here. Books aren't supporting. Nothing tells me how to handle a teenager,"

"I think it is a thing you learn on the way," I shrug

"You're still in trouble. It will come later though. Two weeks' rest. You cannot leave your room for that time. Stay in bed and let the bruises heal,"

"Fine," I roll my eyes "Got to say though I think you are handling the parenting thing really well,"

"Thankyou," He smiles "Now go and talk to Willow. Remember no moving excessively,"