The Next Sherlock

Prologue

(Bold)= A comment of mine. "Bold"= Character is speaking another language. Bold= Writing in another language Italicized= Writing or Dialogue in song. (Got it?) 

Victoria's P.O.V 

        I rushed down the sidewalk with some books in my arms, trying my hardest to ignore the group mainly of boys behind me. "You're so weird, I mean you are a freak of nature!" One of the boys yelled from behind me, getting some of the others to laugh. 

        "Yeah, they should make a documentary about you called, Victoria, The Freak of Nature!" Another boy yelled. "Yea, you belong in a science lab!" Another boy yelled in the chorus of insults.

        "Yea, and there should be an 'accident' in the lab where you die. Because we all know the world would be a much better place with out you!" Another boy said, pushing me past my breaking point.

        I knew too well that looking at them would only make much worse. This is because my tears are streaming down my face like soft rain.

        "C'mon Vivian, let's leave her alone. We do this to her every day! She has no friends and she is also our cousin by the way!" My cousin, Mathew said. That caught me by surprise because Mathew is one of the lead offenders.

        "No way, she is so stupid and weird, she actually deserves this." Vivian said back to her brother. I heard her run up a little closer and I got shoved in the back, sending me down onto the cold, wet and hard sidewalk. 

        I tried getting up but was instantly forced back down with her foot on my back. "Oh so your gonna cry now? Why don't you go crying back to mommy? Oh, I forgot you don't have one!" Vivian said, getting laughs from the other boys.

        Why doesn't anyone help me? I thought as I take a glimpse of people passing by, ignoring me. "See, look at all the people who don't care. Because you know what? Nobody cares, if you died no one would cry. They would be happy if anything." Vivian whispered into my ear.         

        "Vivian, really. We should leave her alone. This is almost inhumane the way we treat her." Mathew said and gave her a light shove. "No way. What happened anyway? Just yesterday you where yelling  insults like everyone else." Vivian asked.

        "What are you kids doing? Leave that poor girl alone!" A woman yelled from behind us and everyone ran screaming and yelling. Before who ever it was could catch up, I jumped up, books in my arms and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. 

        I soon found myself in a alley way. I leaned against a brick wall and slid down into a sitting position. I hugged my legs and let the tears come down my face.

        I looked up at the girl with pale skin, ice blue eyes and dark brown hair that reached about six inches below her shoulder who is sitting in the old, broken mirror across from me. I took my sleeve (I don't have anything better) and wiped the mud and dirt from the sidewalk off my face.

        I sat for what felt like years and I couldn't help thinking about how this all started. 

-Five Years Earlier- 

        The teacher gave me some papers to bring down to the office. I think I'm the only five year old that she lets do this. She says that I'm very responsible and mature when I ask her. 

        Anyway, I went to the office and dropped off the papers. On my way back, I decided to stop to the downstairs bathroom to relive myself of my duties. 

        While I was on the toilet, I hear the an announcement over loud speaker. I couldn't hear what they said, they don't have a speaker in the bathroom. When I was done, I walked out and went down the hallway to my class room.