When Stars Fall

When Stars Fall

Chapter 1

I'm not average. I just want you to get that idea out of your head. This is NOT a story about some completely normal girl being swept off on some fantastic adventure (though my adventure was of the fantastic sort). I'm a fangirl and we are some of the least normal people on the planet. I'll tell you what's happened so far, even if you won't believe a word of it...

I was walking to class on Monday, ignoring the usual buzz of conversation, its always about One Direction or Justin Beiber. Ugh. Why can't anyone chatter about Benedict Cumberbatch or David Tennant? "Andersons" I muttered as I stalked down the hall. I plopped into my second period seat and opened my book. At the moment, I'm reading "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" for the eighth time. Hehehehehehehehehe I should branch out-no never I could never stop rereading. Its just so- Blizy poked my arm "Hey Brin! Hey, hey, Brin!!!" Blizy is one of my best friends (wow that sounds cheesy), her real name is Bianca, but she says its way too proper for her (she's right). "Yesssssss Miss Blizy?"

"Guess who's new Doctor Who shirt got in last night?!" She squealed.

"No way! I've been waiting a week for my Sherlock one!!!!" (It says I am SHERLOCKED on the front) She unzipped her jacket to reveal her new shirt, it looked like a Tardis. "Fantastic!" I shouted, mimicking Nine. Which caused me to earn a dirty look from my maths teacher. Then the bell rung and eternal suffering commenced.

"Class," she started in a drawing tone, "we have a new student. Shamus? Come here please." A boy I hadn't noticed before, stood up. He was tall and thin with curly jet black hair. His eyes were a startling blue-green. He had high cheek-bones and a crooked, somewhat malicious smile. It was calculating and icy.

"Hello" he said. He swept his gaze over the class, not lingering on anyone for more than a second.

"Shamus? You will be sitting next to Brin." Oh no, I'm not good with non-fandom people and this guy looked like a tumblr boy. The only things that didn't fit were his cool manner and his outfit (a purple button-up shirt and dark grey trousers). He looked far too mature for Grade Eight. He sat down next to me and said "How was the marathon last night?"

"What?!" I hissed, taken aback. There is a four hour Doctor Who marathon on every Wednesday morning from 2-6 and I make sure to watch it every week, so I'm up all night at least once a week. I don't tell ANYONE that I do.

"Oh its really very obvious, you've got bags under your eyes and you're moving slower than the average teenager would so you were up late last night if you slept at all. You and your friend were freaking out over her shirt that had a, what did you call it (?), ah yes Tardis on it and Tardis = Doctor Who so both of you are Whovians. If you had Netflix then you could stay up only to 0 or 1 and you would be fine, but you didn't. You could record it and you did, but you wanted to watch it live for once, so it has to be a marathon to keep you up that long. BBCA has a Doctor Who marathon every Wednesday, which is today, so you probably were watching that like you do every Wednesday day because you haven't seen all of Eleven." I blinked fast.

"Fantastic" I whispered. As my eyes swept over his features again, he's just so familiar...I stifled a gasp as I came to a startling realization, this guy, was a younger version of Sherlock Holmes.

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Right so first chapter, yay! I promise it gets better (story openings eee). I plan to involve multiple fandoms and OOOH! EASTER EGG! Shamus is slang for Sherlock (!!!!!!) so uh VCS? THANK YOUS