A/N: Sorry for the delay in the update! Finals and all that… This hasn't Britpicked at all so I apologize for any inconsistencies! Please enjoy and review!
Tyson Johnson looked up from his morning arithmetic to a small new kid being escorted into his classroom. The kid looked like he was still in nursery school. Those kids were dumb. Tyson was sure he was never that dumb in nursery school.
Miss Powell, his teacher, quickly went to the door to usher the new kid in. "Class!" she called. "This is our new student, Sherlock Holmes." She rested her hand on his shoulder gently.
There was something weird about this kid. He was looking at them as if they were all some really cool beetles like the kind Tyson had found at recess.
"Sherlock is coming from nursery school to our class. Let's ask him a few questions."
The blonde girl Tyson fancied (she had good pigtails for pulling) raised her hand. "What's your favorite book?"
"I am currently reading Treasure Island," the boy solemnly replied.
"That is very impressive!" Miss Powell exclaimed. She looked very pleased with Sherlock but Tyson wasn't sure why. He had read treasure books too and she never was that happy. What does cur-cur... currantly mean? Treasure was cool though. Treasure like the rock he had in his pocket.
"Well, welcome to our class. You can go sit by Tyson over there. Tyson, raise your hand."
Tyson did as he was told. The somber dark haired boy walked over to the empty desk, tripping over his untied shoelaces the whole way.
"Sherlock, would you please tie your shoes?" Miss Powell requested.
A small mumble cam from the boy as he sat down.
"Speak clearly!"
"I don't know how to tie my shoes."
Giggles and whispers circulated about the room. One girl piped up, "My mum says that only babies don't know how to tie their shoes!"
"He must be a baby!"
"Baby Sher-Sher!"
"That is enough!" Miss Powell announced severly. "Tying shoes is something you learn in nursery school and since he just skipped up to our class, it makes sense that he doesn't know how to do it. Sherlock, see me after class and I will show you how. For now," she looked around the class and Tyson sunk in his seat hoping she wouldn't see him. It didn't work. "Tyson, you can help him with his shoes."
Tyson's face turned bright red, matching Sherlock's as he knelt down to tie the younger boy's shoes. Now the pigtailed girl would never talk to him! Stupid new baby kid. He hoped Sherlock would be kicked out soon.
