I put on my uniform and grabbed a few books before taking them in my arms and going to the kitchen. Silence. Life had been strained for a few days at Baker Street. We only oculd hear a few coughs and spoons against a cup of tea. I put boots at my feet and ogo ut to the London air. The cool wind caresses my face as I walk for school. To be honest I am rather happy to go there to escape a little to the flat! Even if the argument had taken place a few days before, it was still fresh in my memory. We made all three efforts, obviously Sherlock didn't at first, but we can't blame him, Sherlock is Sherlock. It was our first real argument so it would take a little time for everything to be the same as before, but it would soon happen, I think as I hear my phone ring and I see a message from John.
HAVE A GOOD DAY xx
I arrive in the classroom and I see that everyone seems excited, reading papers. I see Tom handing me his and I read it. We go to Spain for two days! The good news almost gives me chills, it looks absolutely amazing, and I love discovering new places so I join the general excitement. Unfortunately this teacher that I don"t like enters class and asks us to shut up. How boring. He speaks incessantly of things completely unintelligible while fixing me a few times. How creepy. A ray of sunshine arrived on my notebook so I played a little with it by surrounding it with my pen and this kind of things we do when we are bored... I turned the pages again and again rereading what I had written to revise a bit and not waste my time. I turn another page to see what Moriarty had written some time ago. Things go really fast, when I think a few days ago I was with him in a dark alley... It was really strange, but I tried to remove that memory from my memory. And I still try. A ringing phone caught my attention and put my thoughts away. Classical music rises in the room and I chuckle while watching Tom pretending to play with an imaginary violin. The teacher red of anger still asks us to shut up, which we do because he is quite imposing and frightening after all! The day passes slowly and everyone talks about Spain which gives me a smile. I'll have to think of saying it to John by the way, sometimes I forget to say things and it gets me into troubles.
I go home as the sky begins to get dark and arrives just before the rain begins to fall. I meet Mrs. Hudson who offers me a tea and in front of his smile I accept. She tells me many things about her old life and I discover that her husband was in the drug business! I stare at her for a while waiting for her to tell me it's a joke but not at all, she is serious. I laugh at her stories that are shocking but especially funny when I imagine them with her in it!
I hear the boys door slamming forcefully and someone going out on the street. According to the steps, it is Sherlock who must be angry because of a case or he just needs to go to the morgue to prove that he has just about one of his theories to which John doesn't agreed with. I roll my eyes and apologize to Ms. Hudson before going up to the apartment.
- Hey!
No one answer and I only see John sitting in his chair, a letter in his hands. My heart begins to beat louder when I ask him what is going on.
-I have to return to Afghanistan tomorrow for an old story that I witnessed and that ... well, resurfaced.
Okay so Sherlock left the flat for that I guess.
-Oh ... I hope you will come back before one week because I go to Spain in a few days! I said exited
- Well, I'm leaving for a few months.
No. This is not possible, I know that this kind of stuff is long but not so much!
Then the truth strikes me. He leaves and leaves me alone. I don't know why but this announcement puts me in a state of deep sadness, I don't want him to abandon me I don't want anyone else to abandon me, it's just not possible and ...
-No, I said
He approaches me and hug me then I take a step back and just begins to panic.
- You can't leave me John, I said sadly
- Mia it is just for a few months I promise you I will come back and ...
- My parents said the same thing but never came back!
I shouted very loudly and already the tears pricked my green eyes. He looked at me sadly but I took my coat and slammed the door behind me.