I've had a really good idea from Hitthefloorrunning and I'm gonna use it :D The idea is to follow the storyline of the hound of the baskervilles. So, just wanted to credit them. Thanks :D
~LS
The first day of term went as normal- we had a lot of people questioning us about the kidnapping and how we escaped, but we didn't tell them much. They got bored of us quickly. We hadn't gotten into another fight with Dimmock, which I was almost disappointed about.
After school, we climbed over the fence- I could land on my feet by this point, just for the record -and went to the beach. It felt exactly like my first day, only I was closer to John and Greg, and Molly was my girlfriend rather than just a girl I 'fancied'. We had all been through so much together in the space of a term; we had been kidnapped, caught a bomber and cleared Fryatt's name, and this was before I was even fourteen.
We sprinted along the worn path towards the beach. It wasn't as warm as it had been a term ago and we had long missed the sunset, but I still felt as free and Molly looked as beautiful. Her nose was red from the cold, her eyes were wide. I slowed down, walking beside her.
"You look freezing."
"I am."
I took off my black duffle coat and put it around her shoulders. It was far too big for her and hung limply around her frail arms, making her look even smaller and skinnier than she already was. She smiled at me.
"Thanks."
"It's no problem." I said, as we watched John and Greg disappear over the edge of the sand dune. I held her hand, my other arm around her. She looked up at me happily, looking a bit warmer. I smiled back, happy to see her happy. We reached the end of the path, and I held both her hands, first up high at chest height and then pulling them down to my waist. We both jumped, simultaneously, falling towards the sand and gazing at each other in the last of the winter sun. We kissed when we hit the sand, and it was the happiest moment of my life, even better than Christmas. It was kind of awkward, with John and Greg, but I didn't care, and neither did Molly.
"Percy woods?" I asked, looking at the letter for our residential trip.
"Yeah, the Year Nine's get to go during the half term. You basically camp out in the woods, make your own food, do what you want. Teachers come, but they go to a different camp. They're only there to drive us there and back, really. You have to go, Sherlock! It'll be amazing!" said John.
"I am going!" I said, grinning. John grinned back. "A week in the woods with my best friends? What could be better?"
We walked from registration to our first lesson, meeting up with Molly and Greg on the way.
"Did you both get the letter?" asked Molly, excitedly. We nodded. "You both have to go."
"We are!" said John and I simultaneously. "Are you, Greg?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'm bringing loads of food. What are toasted marshmallows called again? S'mores?"
"Yeah, I think so."
We walked to the science lab, talking excitedly about the trip, although it was a good five weeks away. I thought I would physically explode if I had to wait that long, but I would have to. I had never been more excited for anything in my life.
Science was as expected; a boring talk, a few worksheets, homework, Fryatt being nice to me (which was still weird). I was far too excited to concentrate; I hoped it wouldn't be like that for the next five weeks.