'it could have been"

Home Sweet Homeless Home. Chapter one.

    I don't think I have ever felt more alone then I did when mother died. I remember it so clearly. The car accident. But to make matters worse not even two months later here we are me my dad and my two older brothers moving to London. I guess I should start from the beginning. Hi, I'm Irene,  Irene Adler. I'm a sixteen year old girl born and raised in  France with my two elder brothers, my father a business man. and mother. My mother was my best friend. And in the span of two months since that awful car accident my whole life has been flipped upside down. "How much longer?" i grown. We had been on the road for nearly three days. "actually were here." I shot my head up looking out at a fancy looking house. It did look like are old house but felt nothing like it. I nearly jumped out of the carriage when we came to a stop I was so tiered of being copped up in those stupid long carriage rides. 

   A week later.

   It had bee a week and there was a little time to settle in. While it felt nothing like home it was still nice. I decided one day to go take a little visit to my fathers study. I walked up and was so rudely interrupted by my butler Mr. Nelson. "I'm sorry Mrs. but your father is busy right now talking with a work friend. Why don't you go play outside for a little bit." of course. When was my father ever not busy. But I decided to take Mr. Nelsons advice and head outside. I grabbed my sketch book, a pen, my jacket and was out the door.

   After walking for a bit I found a hill high up were I could draw without being interrupted. I climbed up and set my stuff down and started to draw. Drawing always came naturally to me. It was one of my many passions. But a strong one. After about ten quiet minutes of peace I heard some talking from down below and suddenly I had a rock chucked at my head. "ow!" I looked down to see two boys around the same age as me. "was that for?" i said. the slightly taller more muscular boy spoke up. "sorry. But we were trying to get your attention." he said. "So you threw a rock at my head?" Suddenly the other boy spoke up. "excuse my friend here but I don't believe I have seen you before." the second boy said. " I'm Irene, Irene Adler I just moved in. And you might be?" the taller boy spoke up "Lupin, Arsine Lupin And this is my friend-" "Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes." I climbed back down the hill. "how old are you?" Sherlock said. "fourteen" he nodded "were both fifteen" Lupin said. We stood there for a few seconds before Sherlock said "Why did you move here?" I looked down for a second before muttering something about my fathers work. They nodded. "well we were going to head down to the lake care too join?" Lupin said. I thought for a second. I mean what's the worst that can happen? I get kidnapped? unprobeable. "sure" And we headed off to the docks.