"Well err…. I'm an only child and my mums dead. My dad and I are pretty close." Truth, truth and lie.
"Well were sorry to hear that. So welcome to Burnadle Primary. We hope you enjoy it here. So I have a little test to determine what work group you're in. In group 1 is really just Jemma, 2 is everyone else."
She hands me a sheet of paper.
I start quickly:
4+7= 11
3-1= 2
12 x 5= 60
1+1=2
60 x 100= 6,000
Test Complete
That took 10 seconds.
I hand it to her.
"Oh! Done already?" I hear surprise in her voice.
"Yep."
"Right, right, right, right and right. You are in Jemma's group. So while I'm teaching the other group you just get on with some other work."
I knew my result before I took the test.
I take a seat between Jenny and Jemma.
"I knew you'd be in my group."
"Those questions were sooooo easy!"
"Some of these kids don't even know what 60 is!"
"That is sad."
"Tell me about it."
Jemma and I are both far too intelligent for this school.
"So Jemma, what are you doing here?"
"Truth be told, dad wanted me to keep an eye on the 'Watson girl' but I befriended her anyway. You?"
"Do you know if your father recently kidnapped a girl by the nickname of Ash?"
"Her? Yeah she's in our basement. Do you want me to persuade my dad to let her go?"
"Wow. You can do that?"
"Yeah."
"So I knocked out my father, stole his phone and wallet, walked three miles even though I got shot and every step is agony, blackmailed the headmistress and have been avoiding my family when I could have asked you?"
"You did all that for your friend? And you did have to do all of that to meet me. Who shot you?"
"Professor Jim Moriarty."
"My dad?"
"Yep if it helps I shot him."
"Oh thanks!"
"Thanks?"
"When he's been shot Sebby looks after me! Ice cream!"
"Sebby?"
"Dad's sniper and best friend."
"Oh!"
Moriarty has a friend?
The teacher hands us both a sheet.
"I trust dividing isn't too difficult for the school's mini geniuses?"
"Nope, easy."
She looks like she has given up on making things hard for Jemma.
It was easy. A five-year-old could do it. Well two did.
A bell rings I guess it's break time.
Good thing too as soon as I exited the building to the playground my phone rang.
Well Sherlock's phone rang.
I answer.
"Hello?"
"Clementine!"
Oh no!
"Hi dad."
"Where are you Mycroft can't even find you!"
"Are you tracing this, Mycroft?"
"Mycroft isn't here."
He's lying.
"Meet the girl who knows that you're lying. By my calculations I have 13 seconds before Mycroft finds me. But just to be safe. Bye dad."
"Clementine! Just come home."
"7 seconds. You won't find me."
"Clementine!"
I hang up.
He and Mycroft brought it on themselves. He thinks I'm a psychopath and Mycroft told me about Ash.
Jenny runs up to me, "hi Clementine! Wanna play?"
"I can't, I was shot, remember?"
"Oh yeah! Sorry!"
She runs off. I wish I could run.