'The roaring cheers of the crowd were deafening, making the ground bellow high stiletto heels jut and writhe like a wounded animal. Off in the distance you could hear the rhythmic pounding of a gigantic drum over the ruckus audience;

Boom, Boom, Boom.'

How does the writer create a menacing atmosphere in the opening paragraph?

What. The. Fuck?

Throwing you're pen down, you let out a low, frustrated grown. How was anyone meant to answer these questions?

You let your eyes rake over the other questions, listed on the yellow sheet in front of you.

'The water below did not shimmer or gleam nor even seem to move in the light of the midday sun. It was dull, stagnate. The indigo colour lacking in some of it former luster.'

How does the writer show his feeling of impending doom through his description of the pool water?

... Impending doom? Where the hell had impending doom come from? For crying out loud he was describing water!

"How the hell is anyone meant to get this?" You asked under your breath.

A small giggle emanated from the small figure sitting next to you. Turning, you shot them a sly grin.

Jewels rolled her eyes but let a small smile play on her lips.

Sherlock was usually in the same English class as you, but today was the NSSC - national school science competition. It was one of the biggest competitions in the school so Sherlock, as well as another third of your class where away competing.

As there were so few people left in your class, and because Miss Taylor was also away to the NSSC, the teachers had decided to merged your class with one of the other English classes, which also happened to be Jewels class.

You looked down at Jewels papers only to find them stacked at the edge of her desk, completed. In front of her was an old looking, leather bound book, with yellowing pages.

"What are you reading?" You asked in a whisper, not wanting the teacher to notice.

"Oh this?" Jewels asked nodding towards the book.

You nodded,

"It was one of my favorite stories when I was younger, it's basically about a assassin and his lover." She looked fondly down at the book.

"A lot of fighting, with blood and gore then?" You smirked towards her as you spoke, thinking that the answer was obvious.

However, to your surprise, she shook her head,

"Not really, I mean," she started seeing your quizzical expression, "don't get me wrong there is plenty of death, but he's so highly trained that he rarely causes a commotion. Most of his jobs are quick, clean kills." Her voice had taken on an excited edge as she described the assassin.

"Well look at that" You said, trying to keep your voice down,"the shy one is excited by the thought of killing."

You winked at her and she blushed a delicate crimson. You had to try and stifle a giggle at her reaction.

After a moment a thought occurred to you,

"What's the book called?" You asked looking down at the book in question.

"That's the weird thing." She said, there was an edge to her voice that you couldn't place, "It doesn't have one."

You were astounded, what did she mean 'doesn't have one'?

"How can it not have a name?" You asked, your voice skeptical.

"I don't know." She said in a low tone, "but look."

She flipped the book so that the front cover was face up, like the rest of the book it was made of the same dark faded leather, but that was all, just a stretch of old leather: no authors name or a title on the front.

You were astonished.

Jewels then proceeded to open the book to the first page, it was just an old, blank sheet of parchment. Blank and empty.

Taking the page in your hand you slowly turned it to the next page. The left side was much like the last, still blank but on the right hand page was the word 'one' printed in black ink at the top followed by the opening paragraphs of the book.

"Well that's weird" you muttered as you continued to stare at the book

"I guess it adds to the whole mystery thing." Jewels added with a chuckle.

"I guess." You said looking back up at her.

She was looking down at the book, a slight crease forming between her brows.

"How long have you had this?" You asked, taking one of the page edges delicately between your finger tips.

"It was my dads, so I've always had it but I didn't actually read it until I was about eleven." Jewels said with a small smile.

"So your dad likes the whole assassin idea as well?" You asked with a smirk.

Jewels let out a small giggle and shook her head, her blond hair bouncing slightly with the motion,

"I think it's more the crime solving that he likes, seeing as how he's a detective and all." She said, her voice small and thoughtful as she spoke.

"Oh," you where surprised, you hadn't known this about Jewels.

Come to think of it you didn't know much about her at all. You made a mental note to get to know the blond haired girl better,

"Did he teach you any tricks of the trade?" You voice was teasing and playful.

Jewels blushed and after a brief pause, nodded.

You were shocked, though you knew you shouldn't have been surprised. You wanted to ask what he had taught her but at the same time you didn't what to come off as nosey or rude.

You needn't have worried, for after a few moments Jewels started talking again.

"He's only really taught me how to defend and protect myself, like how to punch or kick and how to," Jewels stopped, glancing nervously at you.

"How to what?" You asked, smiling softly at her, trying to put her at ease.

She paused for a long moment, before finally admitting in a small voice,

"A gun"

AN: okay guys sorry it took so long and that it's shorter that usually but I'll make it up to you I promise! ^.^ also I've been thinking about having some overly romantic scenes with Sherlock... What do you guys think? x