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Chapter Five

Sherlock's first day of his new school didn't go as well as he had hoped. He had hoped to make a few new friends but even though they had only really just met, John was the only person he felt comfortable around. Molly was nice, but Sherlock had a feeling that she only put up with him for John's sake – they were practically brother and sister already. There was also a boy that everyone called Anderson, and Sherlock accidentally (on purpose) insulted his intelligence - "Stop talking, you will lower the IQ of the entire classroom." And thought the boy knew he was being insulted he didn't know what an IQ was - neither did the rest of the class though. That was Sherlock's first day and it didn't go well at all. The rest of the week didn't go as smoothly – not that the first day was particularly smooth to begin with. He fell out with the teacher on numerous occasions because she was asking 'stupid questions' and John had asked him what he was doing.

"Sherlock, I know we have just met and you have just started here, but what is wrong?" he asked one day.

"I miss Jim." he said and started sobbing quietly. He was having a hard time at this new school, but not as hard as his brother was having.

Mycroft walked in to his register class at quarter to nine on the first day of term. He went up to the teacher and introduced himself. The teacher was called Mr Roberts and he handed him a timetable.

"Mark, will you show Mycroft around, I see you are in most classes together."

"Fine sir."

Mycroft walked up to the boy and held his hand out expecting the boy to shake it and introduce himself. He just looked up at Mycroft with a smirk on his face.

"Okay. Well my name is Mycroft Holmes." he said pulling his hand back awkwardly. Some of the boys snickered when he said his name but he ignored it, sat down at a table by himself and took out a book. He read until the bell rung and he saw that he had double Geography first. Back home in Edinburgh he had been awarded the prize for Geography at Standard Grade level and he was awarded the best grade for the exam, he had his preliminary examinations just before Christmas and had achieved A band ones in all five of his Highers. He hoped to be able to take it at Advanced Higher level in sixth year but he was unsure of the qualification levels in English schools. He packed his book away and looked around for his guide. He was nowhere to be seen. He walked out the door and saw Mark at the bottom of the hall bashing a friend over the head with a book – he never understood the male way of showing friendship, to him beating each other up was not a good way to show that you were friends, but he never understood female friendships either, bitching and gossiping was never clear to him even though his best friend was a girl. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see a girl obviously in his year standing next to him.

"Your new here, aren't you."

"The intelligence of the human race never ceases to amaze me." he said sarcastically. "Yes my name is Mycroft."

"Well I am Daniella. You can call me Danni if you want." she said. "What class are you in now?" she asked.

"I am in Geography."

"Same, I will take you there."

As they were walking Daniella talked about what school life was like at Applegrove Grammar School. Everyone was standing outside the classroom as they approached. Daniella walked up to Mark and kissed him – Well they are obviously going out he thought.

"Danni, what are you doing talking to that freak?" said a loud voice.

"Well you didn't show him to class so I did. Just be nice, it is his first day."

"Fine." Mark said reluctantly – He is obviously going to give me a hard time, Mycroft thought.

The teacher unlocked the door and everyone poured in to the room. He stopped Mycroft at the door

"You must be Mycroft Holmes."

"Yes sir."

"I am Mr Dessen." he said and smiled. "Now go and find a seat."

There was a single seat up at the back of the class so he took it. One of the boys in his register class tried to trip him up on his way to the table but he knew it was going to happen so he stepped over the foot carefully and heard a huff.

"Now class, can anyone tell me the chemical weathering processes associated with limestone?" no one put their hand up. "Okay, we did this before the holidays. Your prelims are in a few weeks so come on, you should know."

Mycroft didn't want to put his hand up but he knew the answer. "Oxidation, carbonation and hydrolysis. Oxidation is when oxygen reacts with the rock making it crumble away. Carbonation is when a weak carbonic acid reacts with the rock and it dissolves." he looked around the classroom quickly, people were whispering to their friends. "Hydrolysis is when hydrogen in the water reacts with the rock and it decomposes."

"Yes, well done. At least someone knows. I think we need a bit more revision on this section. I will give you all a separate limestone feature and I want you to describe how it is formed. This is an eight mark question." There was a groaning coming from the direction of Mark and his friends.

The teacher walked up to Mycroft. "Well done on that. I have seen your progress report from your previous school and I see that you are ahead of my class here. And you also got an A in your last prelim. Do you want to do the one coming up ."

"Yes." there was no other answer he could give, he didn't want to get a hard time because he didn't do the exam.

The rest of the day was relatively uneventful, until lunch time when he was walking down the main street in a sea of other Applegrove students, that was when the real action started. He was walking in to a small café to get a sandwich when he was asked by a complete stranger to go back to school, she was about his age and gorgeous, and was talking to him.

"What? I really don't want to, I have lunch to eat." he said while paying for his sandwich and a slice of cake.

"Fine then, your funeral." she said

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked, she just walked away.

He chose to ignore her warning and walked out of the café eating the sandwich. Not even five minutes later did he find out what she was talking about. He was pulled in to an alleyway and punched in the face and stomach, he tried to fend them off but he wasn't strong enough.

"Stay away from Danni." said a voice. It was Mark and his friends. They turned around and ran away laughing. Shit, why didn't I listen to her?, he asked himself. He walked out the alleyway and ducked back in to the café to clean himself up. He had a burst lip and was probably going to have a black eye by tomorrow. He walked back up to school slowly, he was shaken up and didn't really want to go in to class, that was when the girl who warned him showed up.

"What did I tell you?" she said, a smug look on her face.

"No need to look at me like that, I have just been beaten up because I talked to a girl earlier. Don't tell me that will happen if I am seen talking to you?" he said.

"No, don't worry, I don't have a possessive boyfriend." she said. He was confused about that statement, How could she not have a boyfriend? He asked himself. She was tall and had long shocking green hair. She wasn't Mycroft's type but he really did think she was beautiful.

"Well I'm Mycroft." he said. "Thanks for warning me, sorry I didn't take your advice."

"Well then Mycroft, maybe you should listen to my advice next time." she said and walked away laughing.

"Hey! I don't know your name."

"You'll find it out."

Mycroft walked back up to school on his own. He had maths next but didn't feel up to going so he decided to skive off the last two periods. He never skived school so he was unsure about what to do. He walked around for a while searching for a park. About two o'clock he hadn't find anywhere to sit so he headed back to his house. On the way there he bumped in to the green haired girl.

"We meet again Mycroft." she said with a smile.

"Are you going to tell me your name this time or shall I just have to make up one myself?" he said.

"I will let you call me Anthea."

"Is that your real name?" he asked.

"What do you think?" she said. "Now where are you going?"

"I could ask you the same thing." he said and laughed.

Mycroft invited Anthea to his house for tea but she gracefully declined.

"I have my reputation to uphold. No oneexpects me to drink tea," she said menacingly. "Voforwards he drink for me!" she laughed and hurtled round the corner out of sight.