Born in the Wrong Body-Sherlock Fanfic

Chapter 6

Mycroft woke with a jerk, wincing as the cuts on his leg snagged on his trousers. He muffled his cries and rushed to the bathroom. His first day of school and it was already going terribly. He knew that today was only going to be worse. The thought of spending time with people his own age sounded dreary. He knew that the other kids would hate him. He was different. People generally do not like different. His only hope was that Sherlock did not get hurt. His sister is an awkward girl. Never one for talking and very much her own person. She was too smart for her own good. Most days Sherlock could be found digging up the garden to study the animals and bugs.Very unusual even to himself. He would be furious with himself if he allowed her to get hurt.

"Mycroft! Time to get up. You have school today remember." Alfred called through the door to his bedroom. He groaned and rushed to get ready. He shoved a couple of books into a bag to read when he was bored. He knew that he was smarter than most people. He was not one to boast but he knew that his intelligence was hard to rival. He sighed and shoved in a notebook and a random assortment of stationary. He hoped that he was well enough prepared. He really had no clue what to expect from this place. He knew that his clothes alone would make him stick out like a sore thumb. He assumed most eleven year old's don't go to school with a blazer and dress shoes. The school dress code was smart but not that strict. White shirt, black trousers and a green jumper. He however found comfort in suits. It was all he was really used to growing up in the Holmes family.
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Mycroft could feel his heart beating in his chest as he looked up to the entrance of his new school. He looked over to his sister who was nervously biting on her fingers. He tapped her shoulder to get her to stop. She never realizes that she does it. It's kind of instinct really. Probably as natural as breathing to her if her calloused hands had anything to say for it. He sighed and attempted to steady his breathing as a gaggle of hyper kids passed by them to go play with their friends. Grabbing his sisters hand they made their way into the building.

A middle aged woman chewing on a pen staring intently at something on her desk greeted them and told them to sit down. Mycroft looked around the room before seeing a couple of chairs next to a room he presumed was the headteachers office. Time seemed to pass by dreadfully slowly as he sat on the uncomfortable plastic chair. Finally though the door opened and a chubby man with greying hair and a 'fun' tie that had doodles on it. Really mycroft thought it was just tacky and ridiculous. He hoped that not everyone was like this. Well he could only hope. "Ah you must be the Holmes family." Mycroft desperately tried to tell the man that no Alfred was just a friend but the words did not seem to come out. Instead he just stood up and dusted off his trousers before making his way over to the overweight man. He stank of coffee and old cigarettes. Disgusting. Mycroft gagged as the smell enveloped his very being. He did not want to be there. He wished he could run away and just read his books in peace. Unfortunately luck was not on his side and he was stuck here for now. The office was sparsely decorated. A couple of teaching certificates haphazardly attached to the wall. One photo lay on the desk of a woman and two young children. He guessed they were his family. From the looks of it though that photo was taken a long time ago. Something must have happened since then for him to be so sentimental to this one photo. Mycroft was determined to find out what. He was gently guided to one of the seats infront of the cheap wooden desk. The seat was the same as the cheap plastic outside but it felt colder and more uncomfortable. Mycroft squirmed on his chair. Wholly uncomfortable with the whole situation. He suddenly snapped out of his daze when he heard a screech come from not that far behind him. He turned around to see his sister hiding in the corner, hands over ears and screaming. This was not a good start. The woman from reception was back again and gently leading Sherlock out of the room. Being the protective older brother he was he tried to get up to follow but a tight grip on his shoulder stopped him. He looked up to see the headmaster. Toothy grin in place and a sheen of sweat on his brow. He wanted to be sick. Why was this creepy man allowed to work at a school? After some careful thinking he could not come up with a reasonable answer. He may not have been religious but the young man sent a prayer out that he would survive this school year with few incidents.