Before John knew it, his Lunch break dawned on him. He packed up his things after his exciting lesson with the year elevens. Within a few minutes of the lesson he'd already pin-pointed the girl who had a hopeless affair with English and the gang of boys at the back who couldn't give a toss about commas. John liked the girl because she at least listened.
The bell had rung, the class had poured out and he'd packed up his pens and papers into the large satchel of his. He made his way to the lunch hall and stood at the doors while he waited for the hungry lower school to trample him. John followed the procedures he'd witnessed in his other schools, let a few in and then stop, seperate a few friends to make sure there was no trouble and never, ever, ignore the other pour soul commanding the lines.
Today it was a tall man, much taller than John himself, who was commanding the lines. He towered over most students and, when he wasn't shouting at the kids, he leaned against the tree with a permenant snarl on his face. His face was plastered up but his eyes were fully swollen and blue and purple. He stared at John with the snarl on his face. John just ignored him and counted the bubbly year sevens that rushed through the doors.
Towards the end of Lunch, John bought a sandwhich from the unhappy old lady at the till and sat by himself. The sandwhich had been dry and John wasn't sure what meat had been used, the package said Chicken but it tasted more like chemicals. He was getting ready to stand when a man in a black coat took the seat across from him. "Sit please." The man said.
"I think I have to get to a class..." John replied.
"You'll be teaching a bunch of incompentant morons who probably haven't got the mental capacity to understand the difference between a colon and a semi-colon." The man in the black coat stared him in the eyes. "Now sit please."
John, intregued by the man, obeyed him and sat down in his seat. "How did you know I teach English?"
"Oh please...have you seen your wardrobe it just screams English teacher trying to fit in. And I had to see Mrs Hudson this morning."
"I'm John Watson by the way."
"I know who you are." The man told him. "I'm Sherlock...Sherlock Holmes..." He extended his hand and John shook it firmly. The bell rung and the last remaining pupils rushed out of the hall.
"I'll have to go...it's been lovley meeting you Mister Holmes."
"Call me Sherlock, please."
"Oh...Sherlock. I'll see you later?"
"Yes actually you will. I've been doing a little research-"
"Sherlock I really have to go, I'm going to be late, but it has been lovley meeting you." John took his bag and rushed to his next class, leaving Sherlock Holmes alone in the Lunch hall with the angry dinner ladies.