Melody Holmes, a genius daughter

chapter 1

Melody's pov

"Hey freak! Where are you going?" That one remark was followed by a chorus of laughs and sniggers. My head whipped backwards but I already knew who had spoken, Noah Longwood.

I just carried on walking out of the Oxford library to the train station. It was best to ignore them even if I could still hear their taunting.

After 15 minutes of walking I had finally reached the train and hopped on, lucky finding a seat. As the train took off, I delved into my thoughts and blocked out the real world for as long as possible.

Noah of his lackeys behind him, I was an easy target to them. A defenceless 13 year old girl who was in her last year of Oxford university. Noah was your stereotypical popular rich boy who could do anything because of Daddy's money and influence.

I on the other hand was an orphan in the foster system with almost nothing other than what I supplied myself with. I even have to pay for train tickets to get back to London where my newest foster parents lived. The only way I managed it was through my agreement with the Scotland Yard police department.

I had never met them in person but they contacted me three years ago when I graduated from secondary school, they knew of my intelligence and interest in crime and science. I often received case files through email, it was the ones they couldn't solve but had a small amount of evidence for. I would look over the file, solve it and email them the report in exchange they paid me £115.

It may not seem like loads but on average I got 4 cases a week, even old cases they re-opened. I had placed all this money in an offshore account so none of my foster families could reach it. I spent a minimum amount of money as I could including on cloths which I only bought if the old ones were too small. I was on a full scholarship so I didn't have to worry school fee's. I now had £74,692 I had saved so as soon as I turned 18 I could rent a flat in London.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I saw the doors open, my stop. I was so deep in my thoughts for an hour, it was now 6 o'clock as I pushed past bustling crowds to get back to my foster parents house.

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Just a new storey idea I had, still working on the direction I want it to go in.

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