Nice was sitting at the table reading a book. Holmes and Watson were reading newspapers.
"How old are you Nice?" Watson asked over the newspaper.
"Don't be daft, Watson! She is clearly 15 or 16!" Holmes laughed from beside him.
"Well, I'm…" Nice started to say when Watson cut her off.
"Holmes, there is no way she is 16, she looks 13!" Watson said.
"I am…" Nice tried again but Holmes and Watson had started bickering.
"She is 15!" Holmes snapped.
"She is 13!" Watson spat back.
"15!"
"13"
"15!"
"13!"
"I'm 14!" Nice shouted making them look over at her.
"What, but I thought you went to high school?" Holmes said in a confused tone.
"But, I thought you were in middle school because you're so young." Watson said in equally confused voice.
"I was born in July so I started school a little early, when I just turned five years old. Most people I know are 15 and older."
"So, that means you have exams?" Holmes asked.
"DO NOT SPEAK OF THEM!" Nice shouted in such a fearful tone that both men ran behind the couth.
"Meany." Holmes said.
"I think that only my reviewers can talk to me about them seeing that they have to take them to." Nice said with a smirk. "I don't mind if they talk about them but when you do, it makes me annoyed."
"Why?" Watson asked her in an annoyed tone.
"Because you don't take them."
A/N: I don't mind if you talk about exams, i don't take one until the middle of the week. Plus, i think i did well on my first one. :P