The Next Sherlock

Fighting

Gwen's P.O.V 

        "Gwen, are you ready? It's time to go! You haven't seen your father in a month!" Mom called from downstairs. "Yes Mom! I'm done!" I yelled back down as I finished putting the last of the stuff I'm bringing into one of three boxes.  

                In case you don't know already, my parents are divorced. They've been divorced ever since I was three. It started when my dad joined the army and Mom was afraid that would cause me to end up fatherless.

        The argument about something that is supposed to be something honorable turned into something very not good. One argument about one thing turned into many arguments about many things. Eventually they made their last agreement as a couple. To get a divorce.  

        Mom kept the house and yes, I do mean house. It's a three bedroom and two bathroom with an in-ground pool in the back. It's located in the suburbs of London.  

        I took one of the lighter boxes and brought it downstairs. "Hey Gwen, Want some help bringing down those boxes?" My step-dad, Carter said. "No, I don't." I said sarcastically and took the box to the car.

        Carter has short, brownish-blond hair with dark brown eyes. For a living, he is a police officer. I never call him Dad, I call him by his real name, one Dad is enough.

        "Hey Gwen, I'm gonna miss you! Do you really have to go?" My half-sister, Kelsey said. Kelsey was around five last time I checked. She is short with long, dirty blonde hair. She also has green eyes.

        "K Mom, let's go." I said and tapped the car twice. "No we're not. Not with you lookin' like that." Mom said and I groaned. "Don't give me that, go get yourself straitened out." Mom said and I ran back into the house. My mom has long, strait light blonde hair with green eyes.

        I ran into the bathroom and looked at myself through the flawless new bathroom mirror. "This mirror is beautiful." I murmured to myself. I have long, creamy blonde hair that ends mid-chest. My eyes are a light grey.

        I brushed my hair, brushed my teeth refreshed my deodorant and used the toilet before going back down to the car. "Okay, let's go." I said to Mom and jumped into the car.

        "I don't know about you going to live there every other week." Mom said, eyes locked on the road. "What do you mean?" I asked even though I think I already know why. 

        "You're going to live with a grown man I don't even know." Mom said, she is always like this, can't go to someone's home without her if she doesn't know it's inhabitants, especially if a man lives there.

        "Don't worry Mom, I'll be fine. He's got a daughter around my age." I say and look at Mom with a soothing look. "I know, it's just that I worry. It's what moms do." Mom said and looked at me.

        "Speaking of Mom's and that girl. I heard through the grape vine that she has no mother, so you be nice!" Mom said and I sighed, thinking that we could have had a rule-free drive. Guess not.

        I leaned back and looked out the window, seeing all the buildings in central London.  

Sherlock's P.O.V 

        I sat with some tea, talking to John mainly about our children. We hear someone coming up the steps. Just as expected, it's Victoria. She's filthy as expected, she always comes home dirty and she probably has some sort of excuse.

        I think the other kids might pick on her judging that she is clean when she leaves for school and dirty when she gets home. I think her cousins are also involved because of the way she looks at them.