At the beginning of the day the school had (what they called) registration. This was essentially a place were students of each year went and a teachers took a note of any absentees ect. The teachers also took this time to make announcements; school clubs, extra curricular activities, new school arrivals and so on...

Yup new arrivals. That meant that you had to stand at the front and tell your new class mates a bit about yourself: which was an utter disaster, especially when the registration teacher Mr Kennedy asked you what instrument you played,

"Instrument?" You asked sounding utterly shocked and confused.

"Yes.." Mr Kennedy said with a chuckle "... All students have to pick a instrument to learn, which they practice during the last hour and a half of the school day." He explained to you.

You signed. You'd never really been all that musical, you could hold a tune but that was about it. Oh god what instrument would the make you play? Why hadn't you been told about this before? Did you have to go out and buy your own instrument?

Seeing the look of shear panic on your face mr Kennedy immediately tried to reassure you... Tried.

"Don't worry (your name), your not the first transfer student nor are you the first student to have never play an instrument before. There are six instruments to choose from in these cases and the school will provide you with the instrument."

You nodded feeling a little bit better but you were still worried over the fact that you were going to have to learn an instrument.

"The six instruments you have a choice from are; clarinet, guitar, piano, cello, bass and violin."

You nodded slowly considering your options. You had tried to learn both the piano and guitar once before but the strings on the guitar had cause your finger tips to sting and sometimes bleed. As for the piano you found it impossible to play a different set of notes on each hand at the one time. 'The bass would probably be much the same at the guitar' you reasoned with yourself. You thought about the clarinet for a moment picturing it in your head before deciding against it, with all those different metal parts on it the instrument looked both difficult and a little bit intimidating. You weren't entirely sure what the cello was though you could vaguely remember that it was a very large instrument, too big for you to carry if you ever needed to take it home for extra practice. That only left you with one choice,

"The violin." You said and Mr Kennedy smiled at you and nodded
"Okay then.." He said writing something on a piece of paper "... This is the room you have to go to after lunch for you lesson and the name of your instructor..." He said handing you the note "... Though..." He laughed slightly "... She will probably assign one of the more experienced students to also work with you and take you for extra lessons while your first getting use to playing the violin."

You signed as you sat back down in your seat. Not only were they forcing you to learn the violin for an hour and a half 5 days a week but they were also expected you to do extra lessons out of school with a complete stranger.

Great, just great!

As the bell went you took out your time table to see that you had biology next and you had no idea where it was. This day was just getting better and better,

"Hey"

You turned to find yourself face to face with a fair red haired girl. She was pretty what with her long wave hair, green eyes, soft features and a slightly upturned nose. She was smiling at you with a set of perfect white teeth. You couldn't help feeling rather dull in comparison.

"Hey." You replied a little disgruntled.

"My name is Holly, it's nice to meet you (your name)"

she stuck her hand out and you hesitatingly placed your hand in hers.

"What class are you in now?" She asked not releasing your hand.

"Emmmmm... Biology."

You tried to retrieve your hand from Holly's grasp but it was impossible. You had to hand it to her, the girl was stronger than she appeared. Holly gasped,

"Me too!" She squealed in delight and started dragging you towards the door, "I'll show you where it is, we better hurry or we'll be late!"

The first half of the day seemed to pass in a blur. As well as Holly you also met Megan, Jewels and Matt over the course of the day. Megan was a tall, slim, brunette with bright blue eyes and a wicked sense of humour. She didn't seem afraid to speak her mind and was not ruffled easily. Jewels was the poler opposite of Megan; with blond hair, short curvaceous build and green eyes. She didn't say much and seemed rather shy, but intelligent. Matt was tall (though not as tall as Sherlock) with light brown hair and grey eyes. He seemed rather cocky at first but once you got to talking to him he was a pretty descent guy (he was also dating Megan). It wasn't until lunch that the day turned sour.

It was lunch time and Megan was animate about eating outside as it was a nice day (or well not raining at least). As you Megan, Holly, Matt, Jewels and a few others made your way outside you caught sight of Sherlock sitting at the same spot you's two had met that morning. Matt also saw him and elbowed Holly,

"Freak at 2 o'clock." You turned to Matt in surprise as Holly laughed.

"What do you mean 'freak'?" You asked astonished.

"Oh come on (your name), the guy's a total psycho!" Holly interjected.

"He has a name you know!" You said starting to get defensive.

"Yeah but who cares?" Holly laughed loudly.

You hadn't realized that Sherlock had gotten up and was walking pass the group when you said,

"I care!"

Holly gasped at your out burst, Megan was giving you a small smile of approval, Jewels was looked up from her book in surprise- clearly she hasn't been following the conversation-, Matt looked wary and Sherlock was frozen staring at you is surprise (had he heard what- or rather who- you's had been talking about?).

"You can't be serious?" Holly snorted, god she was really getting on your nerves.

"Deadly." You said walking over to Sherlock - who still seemed to be frozen- and looped your arm around his.

"You know what fine! I tried to help you fit in but you chose to be a freak! Your going to regret this (your name)!" Holly said dragging Jewels away while Matt dragged Megan. Both Megan and Jewels gave you apologetic smiles as they were pulled away.

You sighed, this day was going just brilliantly!

"You didn't have to do that." Sherlock said. You smiled and slightly tightened your arm around his.

"Yeah I did." He looked down at you with a small smile, "come on." You said pulling Sherlock towards the tree he had been sitting at earlier.

You's had been sitting under the tree for a while before you finally plucked up the courage to asked Sherlock why Holly and Matt hated him.

"It's not just them, most of the students here and some of the teachers can't stand me." He sighed, lying down on the grass and closing his eyes, while you were perched on the bench next to him.

Looking down at him you couldn't understand why anyone could hate him but as your mind traveled back to this morning you remembered how he could tell your whole life story just by looking at you. You could understand how someone could find that offensive or an invasion of privacy.

"Because you can read them like you did with me this morning?"

He nodded, you sighed.

"But that doesn't explain why Holly and Matt go out of there way to torment you, I mean if it was me I'd just avoid you."

"That what they all normally do unless they have something they want to hide." Sherlock said giving you a pointed look.

"But what would Matt and Holly want to hide?" You asked not understanding, Sherlock looked at you like you were an idiot (though in his eyes you probably were). After a moment something in your head clicked and you gasped but before you could ask Sherlock if you suspicions were right the bell went.

"What instrument are you learning?" Sherlock asked as you two hurriedly made your way back to the school.

"Ummmm.." You had to think for a moment before remembering what instrument you had chosen this morning "... The violin."

Sherlock turned to look at you with a huge smile.

"What?" You asked cautiously.

"I play the violin." He said with a smug smile, it didn't escape your notice that he said 'play the violin' instead of 'learning to play'. Well at least you would have someone you knew in your class.

Your instructors name was Miss Bell, but she told you to call her Alice. You guessed that she was about twenty five-ish, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She was a kind woman who seemed like she genuinely enjoyed teaching others.

As everyone already knew the basics of the violin Alice gave them a few exercises to do while she taught them to you. The first thing you had to learn was how to hold the bow, this surprised you a little. After that it was how to hold the violin: this was much more difficult than it first appears as the violin kept sliding. The violin was suppose to be facing out at your side but it kept sliding until it was facing out directly in front of you. After a few failed attempts Alice provided you with a shoulder rest, which clipped under the violin and helped to keep it in place. Once that was done she showed you where to bow on the violin and then she showed you the open notes of the violin (G, D, A, E). Once you had that she told you to stand up against the wall and practice bowing the open notes (the wall was there to help you learn not to move your upper-arm backwards when bowing).

5 minutes before the final bell went Alice told you that she had assigned one of her best students to tutor you after schools and on the weekends. You sighed and Alice, understanding your dismay, laughed.

"You don't have to practice every day, it's really up to you and your tutor his often you practice, though I do expect you to practice at least three hours a week out of this class." She smiled warmly at you before going off to fetch your new tutor so she could introduce you two.

"(Your name)," you turned to see Alice standing there with your new tutor, "this is your tutor..."

"Sherlock Holmes" you said laughing as Sherlock sniggered. Alice smiled looking back and forth between you two,

"Well, I see that you two already know each others."

"You could say that." You said smirking at Sherlock.

The finally bell went and Sherlock offered to walk home with you.
On the way back you remembered the question you had been meaning to ask Sherlock at lunch,

"You know how you said that both Matt and Holly have something to hide," Sherlock nodded " what is it?"

Sherlock gave you that look again: the 'you really are an idiot aren't you?' Look. You sighed,

"I have a suspicion but I'm not sure if its right" Sherlock said nothing, waiting to hear what you thought their secret was. You sighed again.

"Are they seeing each other behind Megan's back?" You asked cautiously: fervently hoping that you were wrong.

"There's hope for you yet." Was Sherlocks only reply.

"Is that a yes?" You asked starting to get annoyed.

"Yes." Sherlock said rolling his eyes. You sighed, poor Megan you really liked her as well.

"I take it Megan doesn't know?"

"I don't think so, she seems rather clever though so maybe" Sherlock replied.

"Do Megan and Jewels treat you the same as Matt and Holly?"

"No, I'm actually in the same group as then for chemistry and we're fine with each other there."

"Then why don't they say anything? I mean Megan seems like the type that says what she thinks."

"I think Megan would say something if it wasn't for Jewels." Sherlock said shrugging

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"Jewels doesn't seem to like confrontations so if Megan did say something and leave jewels would probably be to afraid to do the same and I don't think Megan wants to leave her on her own."

"So Megan doesn't say anything because she wants to protect Jewels?"

"I think so." You nodded understanding Megan's reasons for staying put.

After a few moments of silence you decides to ask Sherlock another question that was getting on your nerves,

"Sherlock?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why do you not hang out with a group of friends at school?"

Sherlock chuckled at your question,

"Well that's an easy question to answer, it's because I don't have any." You were shocked,

"How can you not have any friends?"

"I don't get along well with people." He said shrugging his shoulders.

"You seem to be fine with me." You said suddenly unsure.

"That actually has more to do with you than me." He said starting to chuckle again.

"How so?" You asked utterly confused.

"You seem to have a much higher tolerance for me that other people, what with me being able to know your whole life story, just by looking at you and treating you like an idiot." Sherlock said smirking down at you, you smiled.

"Your a genius so, to you, everyone must seems like an idiot, so I don't take it personally and as for the whole 'being able to tell your life story from a single glance' I think that's bloody incredible." Sherlock stumbled a little at your reply and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Your the first person to ever see what I do as amazing or incredible." Sherlock said still sounding a little shocked,

"I'm sure I won't be the last." You said smiling up at Sherlock, he smiled back and shook his head slightly,

"You really are something else (your name)" Sherlock told you as you's continued walking home.