Chapter 6

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"I'm sorry Mrs. Holmes. She isn't your biological child. She has to go live with her grandmother." Said the man

It was the first day of summer break and a man had appeared asking for Lyndsi. He said he was a social worker. He was going to take her away.

"She cam stay with you for one more school year. But after that she must go to her grandmother."

"Right. Okay. Thank you." Said Mrs. Holmes

The man left. Mrs. Holmes was left to tell the children. But they had already heard everything. Lyndsi was moving away. She had a year left with the only people she truly loved.

"It's okay Sherlock. It'll be okay." Lyndsi whispered

"No it won't. Everyone else hates me."

"There are others out there who can learn to put up with us. Find one and keep them. I'll be fine. You'll be fine. We still have a year." She says softly

And one of the most memorable things they did that year was when Lyndsi got in trouble again. Sally had been going around and calling Lyndsi anything she could. Bitch was the usual. One day Lyndsi caught her doing it and broke her wrist.

"Rule number 3: don't forget my name."

That year went by faster than either of them knew something could. Lyndsi was gone. They had both developed their Mind Palaces and Sherlock kept everything on Lyndsi in a small locked room in the back of his head. He hated the way he felt without her. He felt lonely and joyless. So he kept her back there and didn't take her back out.

Sherlock was a freshman in highschool and it was much better than the other schools. You have more freedom and can do more. Sherlock liked it considerably more but he didn't like being in school anymore. He went ahead and took his tests and skipped right up to his senior year. He was in the same grade as Mycroft because he didn't want to skip yet.

"Why?" Was all be asked his younger brother

"I just haven't anyone to talk to. Don't worry I'll be gone soon as I get my new tests."

"Look I know Lyndsi is gone but don't go doing things she wouldn't want you to"

"It doesn't matter now, she's not hers to dislike it."

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