A Young Sherlock Holmes Story (based off the movie) whatever you see or recognize from the movie belongs to the director Berry Levinson and to the writer, who is the director of Harry Potter, you guessed it, Christopher Columbus, and also belongs to the producer Steven Spielberg. It's a Sherlock Holmes Love Story. Anything or anyone you don't recognize from the movie belongs to me. We also have to thank Sir Arthur Conan Doyle for creating Sherlock Holmes. In my story Brompton isn't an all boys school so deal with it. Remember this starts out with the Young Sherlock Holmes following the movie, I recommend watching the movie first because I'm terrible at describing people's appearances, especially men. This is going to continue after the movie and possibly go into the 2009 Sherlock Holmes. Please review.
The rest of the story is going to be in Lilly's point of view until I see a reason to change it
I followed Sherlock and John towards the science building, you could easily tell that John was the new boy sense he didn't have a school uniform yet.
"How did you do that back there? I mean, I know how you were able to tell, but how did were you able to figure out all that stuff about me just by glancing at me?" John asked as he walked besides us.
"Sherlock has a deductive mind John." I said smiling at him.
"And a deductive mind never rests." Sherlock explained.
"Though Sherlock doesn't seem to know how to shut it off." I said giving him a smile.
Sherlock gave me a somewhat playful glare.
"Um what kind of rematch were you arguing about?" John asked suddenly.
"I beg your pardon?" Sherlock asked.
"You and Lilly were arguing about a rematch." John said.
"Oh yes that, well you see Watson-" Sherlock started.
"He owes me a fencing rematch." I said glaring at my friend.
"No I don't."
"Yes you do."
"Sorry to interrupt this argument but girls are allowed to practice fencing? I thought it was forbidden for a girl to learn?" John asked breaking our argument.
"It is forbidden but because the school is full of boys and she is the only girl so far, I figured it was best for her to learn at least some type of defense." Sherlock said.
"Oh well anyway how does one acquire a deductive mind?" John asked.
Man this boy was extremely curious, that's a first, normally the boys avoided Sherlock because of his strange and unnatural ways.
"In many ways Watson, by doing complicated equations and solving riddles, for example, you are sitting by the window facing south, suddenly a bear walks by, what color is the bear?"
Oh I knew this one, I was the first person to figure out the riddle on the first try.
"Red, the bear is red." John guessed as we neared the classroom.
Sherlock and I couldn't help but laugh when he gave his response about the bear being burnt because of the sun. We now sat in chemistry class which was taught by an old man, of medium height, whose name was William Smith, and had a stutter. I was so bored, as much as I loved chemistry and science the way this professor taught it, well, let's just say it made you want to fall asleep, but somehow Sherlock managed to pay attention.
"It's black." John said to Sherlock in a whisper.
"What is Watson?" Sherlock asked sounding bored.
"The bear in the riddle, it's a black bear." he whispered.
I shook my head as Sherlock whispered back, "Wrong again Watson."
Suddenly there was a very light tap on the window behind us. I turned and saw Elizabeth, Elizabeth was the only other girl at the school, but she doesn't attend classes, she lives here with her uncle. As nice as she was I found her really annoying. I tapped on Sherlock's shoulder, he looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes that were easy to get lost in, and pointed to Elizabeth just as she tapped on the window again. John and I, as well as a couple other students watched as Elizabeth motioned for Sherlock to go over. He quickly glanced at the professor who was absolutely unaware of anything that was going on, before quietly getting up and headed over to the window. He quietly opened the window a little bit and took a letter from her, I glared at him, noticing the way he smile at the girl, it made my blood boil, though I don't know why.
"Thank you, class it dreadfully boring." I heard Sherlock whisper, which made her giggle quietly.
I glared at Elizabeth as she left and Sherlock quietly shut the window and sat back down.
"That was a girl!" John exclaimed in a whisper.
"Brilliant deduction Watson." Sherlock said sarcastically as he opened the letter.
"Besides Lilly what's a girl doing at an all boy's school?" John asked.
"Remember John it's not an all boy's school anymore, besides she's not a student." I said with slight anger in my voice.
I saw Sherlock raise an eyebrow at me before replying, "Her uncle was the old headmaster, when he retired the school board allowed him to live here on the campus, and Elizabeth lives with him."
I couldn't help but feel anger at the way he sighed Elizabeth's name, even though it was so faint of a sigh that unless you were paying attention you wouldn't have heard it, but I have known Sherlock for so long that I could hear it. I don't know why I felt this way, did I have some sort of unknown feeling for Sherlock Holmes? Before I knew it morning classes were over. The morning had been very eventful, and I had a feeling that this adventure was only just beginning.