Welcome to my life ….
Hell isn’t it? My Mother and father are supposedly unknown, but I know who they are. I know from a man that seems to always be there. A man whose name is Jim Moriarty. A man who is my father’s enemy. What happens when I finally meet my father?
I quickly scribble down answers to the math questions in front of me, I know it's right. I always get them right, not to sound like I'm bragging or anything, but I do get A* in every subject and I never get anything wrong. I correct teachers all the time, so I think I know what I'm doing. I do sympathise for those who struggle, how boring their lives must be, God I'd hate to live life without my knowledge I don't think I'd cope...
Well, anyway, I’m Sophie. If you want a surname I don’t have one. I was left on the step of a couple that wanted children, but struggled to conceive, I guess my parents took pity on them, or they were the best people they could safely dump me on. When I was left with them I was left with nothing but the clothes on my body, a small wad of cash, an adoption form and a note inside a fish food tube:
She will be wise. She will find me.
SH
That’s my life story for you. I am pale, with short, curly blondie-brown coloured hair. I have brown eyes and I am a decent size with a good shape, but I don't really care for appearances. I don't know where my parents are, as I was given to a couple who had no knowledge of my parents, they also didn't want me to know that they were not my blood parents. Fail on their part! It was too easy to tell that we weren't related with different hair, eye colour and the fact that both of them are tiny and I'm quite tall didn't help at all. I grew up in Calthwaite, a small village in the countryside. I didn't make any friends there so I didn't really give much emotional thought to my plan.
As I shoved all of my work into my bag the bell rang. I quickly rushed out of advanced math and headed straight to my locker. I unlock it, placing my school bag inside it, I reach in and grab my other bags. The first, and the most important, is the one with my life in it. I've never asked for much from my "parents", only science equipment I desperately wanted. The bag contained wrapped up science things: experiments, telescope, petri dishes ect. It also contained my laptop and a small phone with onlya few numbers on contact list. The next bag contained two changes of clothes, a passport, all £3000 of my savings money, the fish tube and a llama fridge magnet, a gift that I couldn't leave behind (do I want to die!?!) from a close friend. I walked out of the school without looking back, no said good bye and I didn't feel the need to either.
Well I better tell you what I’m doing. I’m going to find my dad. A man about three years ago claimed to know him and to hate him with a burning passion. Long story short, I the man kidnapped me, introduced himself to me with the name Moriarty, gave me slight family information, then proceeded to rant on about my father whilst I escaped. Poor thing didn't see it coming! I booked myself into a hostel, then I went threw my bag to find my phone. Checking the contacts I smiled, the numbers I needed were in it and ready to dial at any time. I knew my plan was going to work.
I am going to find Moriarty ask him questions about my Father's whereabouts. I recently found out that he’s keeping tabs on me as I see his followers everywhere around me. They need to work on their stealth, they are terrible followers! I just said followers, God I'm basically saying he's Voldemort now! I skipped dinner and decided to go for a walk. I took the fish tube with me as it has a slight, almost undetectable, camera at the bottom of it. My father looks into it every time I go missing. I unscrewed the lid and discretely waved into the tube with a small smile on my face, placing it in my pocket I continue walking until I reach a market. I'm looking for Stuart, of Moriarty's followers - that sounds weird, lets get with employee instead - Moriarty's employees, I'd heard from a reliable stalker, I mean source that he lived around here, Stuart use to spy on me for Moriarty. So I'm off to meet him!
Arriving I looked up towards the house standing before me it was old and lovely flowers were planted all around the front. Looking threw an open window I could see a man as he walked around the kitchen gathering my courage I knocked on the door. A muffled "I’m coming" came through the door and the man put down whatever he was doing as he headed towards the door. He unlocked it, but he didn’t open the door fully, just a crack. I could see one brown eye cautiously looking threw the small crack at me.
“Not hiding are you?” I asked whilst he recognised it was me.
"Oh no, I'm not hiding! Please, do come in" Stuart replied nervously opening the door enough to let me in. I squeezed through and looking round I asked
“Have you seen Moriarty recently?“ taken back Stuart stuttered a pathetic
“who?” as he looked around nervously, his eyes darting to the kitchen door and back. Noticing this, I casually strolled towards the kitchen making Stuart look panicked for a second as he tried hard to keep his face emotionless. Deciding to humour him I answered in a flippant tone, as if I was commenting on the weather
"The one who told you to spy on me! Are you still doing it?” I questioned. I would have laughed at his face if I wasn’t being serious now.
"I have no idea what you are talking about, who is this man you speak of?" He attempted to avoid the question with a bad look of fake confusion
"You need to work on your acting skills!" I informed him, laughing I walked up to the kitchen door resting my hand on the handle "We both know that you're lying, and both of us know Moriarty" Turning the handle I look into the kitchen. Sure enough Jim Moriarty was sat at the table with a grin on his face.
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Edited by Anna, written by set771997
