"CHECKMATE" The Beginning of Sherlock Holmes

- Flashback -

4th October 1857

Dear Diary,

It has been three weeks since Father and Mother died. I miss my old life in America. The travel to England was long and boring. A baby was next to us and cried the whole journey. I covered my ear for half of the travel before giving up. This thing gave me a headache. In addition, I had to bear my sister. I would rather be alone than with that loathsome. She is looking at me as I write this. She is so hideous. I do not understand the boys' interest in her. She is not even half as pretty as I am. During the journey and as always, she was trying to play with me and to make me laugh but then tripped on me and crushed my toes. I pushed her and she hit her head. Everyone was looking at me. It was really not a likeable travel. I had hoped she would get lost, but I was not able to get rid of that leech.

Upon our arrival, my Uncle and my Aunt picked us up. I used to remember they were kind. However, I am not happy here. Aunt Judy and Uncle Bill not nice as I remember they were. Yesterday, I had to sleep on the floor because I did not make my bed in the morning. And obviously, they are lots and lots gentler with my poor little sister.

I genuinely hate her with my whole soul.

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12th July 1871

Dear diary,

The other day, I finally met the Thompsons, the family of my uncle's business partner.

A few days ago, we went to our summer house in the countryside.

One day, Uncle Bill told us that his partner Jerry Thompson and his family would come over for some business stuff.

Around 3 and a half P.M, I was in the living room reading a book while Grace was playing the piano for our uncle and aunt.

Then, the butler announced the arrival of our visitors.

I first saw a tall man who was about fifty years old. He had grey hair and a strict air.

Then, a woman with brown hair and eyes, and dressed in a dark blue dress came into the living room.

Finally, a young boy appeared in my field of vision.

He looked like he was a little "blasé".

He probably was around 15 or 16, just like me.

He looked kind of pale, had beautiful ocean eyes and curly light brown hair.

He is one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen.

My uncle went to meet them but then everything is a little bit blurry, the only thing I can clearly remember is that I was staring at this young boy for a long time.

I also know that when he went with my uncle and his father to my uncle's office, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I don't know how to say it, but when I first saw him, it was like I was breathing for the time since my parents' death.

I know this is hard to believe but the only reason I found that could explain why I wouldn't stop thinking about him is that I fell for him.

But there is one problem: Grace. Always Grace.

A few minutes later, they finally joined us in the backyard while we were drinking some black tea. At first, we had random discussions; we would talk about everything and nothing.