The Adventure Began at Holmes

Doing my Research

Once my mother had basically forced me to eat her pie, which was very bland and quite distasteful, I went up to my room as always, being the loner that I am. Today was different though. My usually dark, melancholy room seemed to be brighter and more alive than ever. My posters seemed to almost smile when I entered as if sensing my unusually good mood. The light appeared to be bright, unlike its everyday dimness, and all the dust had magically disappeared, leaving my room gleaming. Of course I knew that this was merely my eyes playing tricks on me, but it was because my mind was fogged with over-excitement. I had finally gotten the information that would change my life forever. This was probably the biggest thing that had ever happened to me in my whole sixteen years, and that says a lot when you're a genius. I completely disregarded my homework, which still lay in my dark purple backpack that I had neglectfully tossed onto my bed upon entering. 

In one swift movement, I snatched up my laptop and turned it on, tapping my fingers impatiently on the desk. I could have sworn that I heard my heart thump when I saw the brand insignia disappear, revealing a screen filled with icons. I immediately connected to the Internet and searched "Mycroft Holmes". Nothing. 

Then I search "Sherlock Holmes". The first thing that pops up is a website, 'The Science of Deduction', followed by snippets of newspaper articles about multiple cases he had solved. I smile for the first time in a long while and begin reading all about my uncle. That's when I see a note on the side of the blog. "If you want my help, email me at thescienceofdeduction.co.uk, or contact me through John's blog. You may also come to 221B Baker Street. -SH". 

No way. Sherlock lives only about five miles from my own flat! Then I started to question, who is John? Mother never mentioned anybody named John. I start to wonder if he is another relative until I redirect to his blog. It explains how Sherlock is his flatmate and friend, and that he assists in solving the cases. Going by both my mother's and John's explanation of his temperament, I try to contemplate how somebody like my uncle could get himself a flatmate, let alone a friend if I couldn't, but I brush it off. John Watson had written all about Sherlock's personality and sociopathic habits, and I can't help but let out a laugh when I realize that I do most of the same things on a daily basis. I find amusement in insulting ordinary people, I am definitely a 'high functioning sociopath' as John mentions how Sherlock brands himself that title, and I do not necessarily enjoy having feelings like the commonwealth. 

I make up my mind that I already like both Sherlock and John, and continue reading all about their cases and how Sherlock had solved them. I wonder if I could have done that if I tried. Most of the cases were small ones given by the police until I read about Jim Moriarty. John explains that he is an evil man, a 'villain', that is determined to "get" my uncle. I investigate the blog further and realize that this man is realistically very dangerous, and is determined to make my uncle's life a living hell. He has even tried to kill them on occasion, but luckily Sherlock knows how to outsmart him and always gets away. 

I decide that I have read enough and that I need to see my uncle Sherlock in person and get more information directly from him. I quickly turn my computer off, slip my phone into my back pocket, put some of my hair up, and slide into my navy coat, quietly making my way downstairs. I grab my scarf and tie it around my neck. Without bothering to tell my mother where I am going, since she will only disapprove, I turn on my heels and slip out the front door unnoticed and utterly oblivious to what I was getting myself into.