Disclaimers: I don't own any BBC characters in this story, no beta, not british so bear with me...that is all.
I realize my life is different in many ways.
1. I have an absence of a mother
2. I have a crazy Uncle Sherlock with his odd experiments and extravagant cases
3. I have an adoring and sometimes overprotective father (maybe not that different, but compared to "normal dads," definitely.)
My uncle always tells me I have intelligent eyes. He also tells me that I'm a distraction and a nuisance because I'm always up in his business. I just can't help myself sometimes. I love to read my Dad's blog, and I'm always asking questions about how he and Sherlock solved the case, and what happened.
School is really boring. I already know what they're teaching us, and I don't really have many friends. A lot of the kids call me weird and a freak. I made the mistake of inviting some friends over, and forgot about the head in the fridge.
For my birthday, my Dad gave me the most amazing present ever!! He gave me my very first sketchbook and set of pencils for my drawings! I'm taking an art class right now in year 5, and I absolutely love it. My favourite thing to draw is eyes. To me, every pair of eyes gives a story, and I love stories.
I love my Dad's eyes. They are very warm, but they tend to have a sadness to them. One day I will learn those stories.They also tend to change color, though my uncle tells me that that's scientifically impossible. He also doesn't believe in socializing, and "deletes" any supposedly unnecessary information, including my presence a lot of the times, so I tend to ignore his science blab.
Sherlock's eyes are the complete opposite of Dad's. They tend to be cold and calculating, with occasional hints of excitement and a teensy bit of madness. I like to call it eccentric though. Sometimes, on rare occasions, I see something different that I can't quite understand. It always peeks my curiosity when I see it. One day I'll figure out what that is.