I'll be good

Chapter 1.

Waking up at 6:30am in the morning, getting dressed and waiting for the bus, staying all alone at school and coming back home is all a routine for me.
An incredibly boring routine that I so hardly wish to break sometimes, but a small town and the lack of any kind of human interaction between me and others doesn't make things easier, Mrs. Hudson.
I have to admit, the only exciting thing that happens to me is my short trips to you every weekend, but that starts to be a routine also.
Anyway, I shall not be late again to school. I'll be coming tomorrow afternoon.
Yours, 
Sherlock Holmes.

I put the letter in my pocket and rushed downstairs to find Mycroft running around the kitchen.

-Good morning, brother dear. We won't have breakfast today, I have to be at work and you're already late to school.

I nodded and grabbed my backpack from the armchair.

Mycroft and I used to have a lot of fun together; he would pick any crime or burglary and I had to sort it out.
When we first started, we were always going to the police at the end of the game , but they never took us serious so we stopped doing that.

What do you know? You're a kid. Let us handle it, at least we know what we're doing.

Or

This is serious, Sherlock. If you don't have any evidence, what you just said is useless to us. No, no...don't try to explain. We know what we're doing, you're just a kid.

The last one was Inspector Lestrade, the only one who was nice to me.He has a son, but I can't remember his name, George maybe...
We are attending the same school, but he's a few years older than me.

I already know all the things that this piece of sh..sorry,Mrs Hudson doesn't like when I swear...that this building can try to teach me, I think to myself while I enter the classroom.

-Hey, freak!

-Anderson. I said while turning to the popular group.

I bloody hate them. A bunch of rotten brains.

-All alone I see. Are you working on one of your so-called cases?

Anderson was holding Sally Donovan's  hand, the school's whore. Behind them, there was Mary and Molly sitting on Lestrade's lap.

-Just turn the other way, you're putting me off.

He started laughing, as people always do.
I am used to all this, being called a freak or a psychopath just because I'm not interesting in creating bonds with some useless and boring kids that I will never see again after high school.
They all say that you need friends to protect you, but alone is what I have.
Alone protects me and I am just fine.

-Why aren't you speaking? You're off to your stupid garden in your head?

-Palace, I whispered.

I was looking down, hoping that the popular group will leave me alone,but how could they?
When you have the ability to lower the IQ of the whole street by just opening your mouth, how could you just shut the fuck up and leave me alone?

-What was that,mate?

Anderson dropped Sally's hand to punch my books to the ground.

-Mind palace. It's a mind palace, not a garden...idiot.

I knew he heard the last part, his face was red now and I  knew what was coming.
His fist made contact with my lips and I fell on the ground, tasting the blood.

-Freak.he said one more time before living with his little clones.

I was too angry to stay at school and I couldn't go home so I texted Mycroft telling him that I'm off to Mrs Hudson.

I was running to the train station when someone bumped into me.
He was a bit smaller than me, with dark hair and eyes like devil.

-Sorry, sorry. I'm just in a hurry, sorry.

-Gay, I said under my breath.

-Sorry,what?

-Nothing. Um,hey.

Gay, I say again just to myself this time.
I start searching him up and down. With that excessive personal grooming, tinted eyelashes and clear signs of taurine cream around the frown lines, you might as well write "Gay" on your forehead.

-Oh,hi. Hello,I'm Jim. Jim Moriarty.

-Sherlock Holmes.

Than  there's the underwear, visible above the waistline. Very visible.Specific brand name.

-Aren't you going to the same school as me? Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes.

-Yes,if you don't mind, I have a bit of work to do.

-Oh, yeah. Sorry again for that. I'm going to be late. Sorry

Like an annoying rat, a hyperactive one.
I start to gather my books, when I notice a number written on a small piece of paper.

From Jim x.

Oh, dear god, I said while throwing the number in the garbage.

*bing*

Text from: Mycroft
Brother dear, I need you to lengthen your staying at Mrs Hudson, something came up.

I closed my phone and went to buy the tickets.
There's always something that comes up with Mycroft. I know he practically is the British Government, but we used to spend a lot more time together. After my parents' death, we were always in each other companies, but now it's just excuses.

•
I arrived at Mrs Hudson quite early, so I went to the shop to buy some more green tea and biscuits.

-Oh,Sherlock. What are you doing here so early? I thought you were at school.

I kissed her on the cheeks and tried to get in the apartment.

-Bloody god, what happened to your face? You're bleeding.
-I'm fine. Some tea would be lovely, Mrs Hudson.

-Just this once, dear. I'm your landlady, not your housekeeper.

-And some biscu-...

I was interrupted by a boy, around my age, blonde hair and comfortable-looking sweatshirt, walking in the apartment.

-Hi. Um,right..It's Mrs Hudson here?

I pointed to the kitchen.

-Um,sorry. Your name is?

-Sherlock Holmes. And you?

-John, John Watson.