Pond & Holmes

Chapter 1

1st September 1998

Amelia sat at the back of the cabbie Aunt Sharon had hailed with a sullen frown on her face. That day was her first day of primary school in London and she was defintely not looking forward to it.

Amelia missed Rory and Mels and the house with that broken shed who Aunt Sharon replaced it with a brand new one. She missed the dining room where her and her raggedy doctor sat across from each other.

She even started missing the crack in her wall which seemed to have brought her Doctor to her.

Aunt Sharon was staring at her from the corner of her eye, observing her every movement. Amelia was defintely not excited about school.

The taxi pulled into the driveway of a huge school and stopped the car. Aunt Sharon quickly pecked Amelia on her forehead while saying, "Be good, Amelia." Amelia nodded and got out of the taxi and watched as it pulled away. She knew that Aunt Sharon had meant to not tell anyone about her imaginary friend.

Amelia watched as the taxi drove off and she turned around to face the stairs that led to the entrance. Students around her age were mingling about and Amelia sub-counsciously checked that her uniform was in place before walking up the stairs into the main office.

At the front desk was a young woman with blonde hair, who was writing something down on a piece of paper. Amelia deceided that she was nice enough and smoothen her hair before walking in front of the desk.

The woman glanced up and from her nametag, Amelia learnt that her name was Miss Thompson. Miss Thompson looked at her up and down for a few seconds before she happily chirped, "Hello sweetie, what do you need?"

Amelia cleared her throat before saying in her thick scottish accent, "I'm Amelia Pond, a new student. I was told by my aunt to come here first."

Miss Thompson looked down at the piece of paper and glanced back up at her with a wide smile, "Ah yes, Amelia Pond. Follow me, I'll bring you to your first class."

Miss Thompson got up from her seat and led Amelia out of the glass doors, and walked down the hallway. Her high heels made loud clicking noises as the both of them walked through the empty halls. All the students were in class.

Amelia gripped her school bag tightly as Miss Thompson walked for a few more minutes before stopping at Room 21.

She opened the door and 19 heads looked up from their desks. Amelia nervously peeked into the room. There was 19 children her age and all of them was sitting in pairs, except for one curly haired boy at the back.

Miss Thompson pushed Amelia so that she stood in front of the class. The teacher who was an old man with greg hair stopped writing on the chalkboard.

Miss Thompson grinned cheerily at the class and said, "Welcome to a new school year, children! New year means new students at Coal Hill Primary School! This is Amelia Pond, she's going to be your new classmate."

Amelia glanced at the reactions of her classmates and most of them looked bored. Miss Thompson waited for a few seconds before saying to Amelia, "Amelia, this is your English teacher, Mr Moffat."

Amelia turned to face the grim looking old man and he nodded at her. Miss Thompson gestured for Mr Moffat to continue before walking out of the room.

The air was filled with tension until Mr Moffat said to Amelia, "Amelia, you can sit next to Sherlock Holmes." He pointed at the curly haired boy who locked eyes with her.

Amelia quickly looked away as she felt the soft sniggers of the other students. Mr Moffat snapped angrily at them, "Silence!"

Amelia headed over to the seat beside Sherlock and slid in beside him. She felt his eyes bore into her again and she turned towards him, "What do you want?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows but did not react to Amelia's harsh tone, instead he said, "You're Scottish, aren't you?"

Amelia was taken aback by his correct statement but quickly regained her composure, "What makes you so sure I am?"

Sherlock smirked and replied smartly, "It's so obvious. You have a very thick Scottish accent."

Amelia narrowed her eyes, "Well Mr Detective, what else can you spot?"

Sherlock replied impassivly, "You obviously just recently moved here, maybe just this year. Your Scottish accent hasn't faded a single bit, so I suspect maybe you moved here after June. You grew up most likely in a small English village, as you do not seem used to the crowd. I do not think that you simply moved here by chance, I suspect that either you or maybe your parents are running away from something, most likely to protect you, as I doubt that your parents travelled to London for work, considering your old sneakers which are much too tight for you. Did I get any wrong?"

Amelia's mouth couldn't help drop open. How could a boy her age know so much about her, just by observing her actions and clothing? He was a genius, she thought, but the fesity Amelia Pond would never admit that.

Amelia frowned, "You got everything correct, except for the part about my parents. I don't have parents, my Aunt Sharon brought me here."

Sherlock glanced at her while scribbling notes into his notebook, "What happened to them?"

Amelia glanced down while biting her lip, "I lost them. Aunt Sharon doesn't know what happened to them. They just disappered."

She glanced back up to look at Sherlock expecting a sympathic look like Rory or a pat on the back like Mels, but instead he looked impassive again.

Amelia was a tad bit surprised, but she was glad. She did not want to seem like some injured puppy to him.

Sherlock said to her in the same tone of voice, as if he was bored, "I'm sorry, Amelia Pond. I can also tell you seek people you can trust. I did not ask for your aunt's name or your family history, except when I asked what happened to your parents simply because I was curious."

Sherlock paused to wait for Amelia to say something but she didn't. Sherlock continued talking, "But I can tell you this, Amelia Pond. Your name is like from a fairy tale. Do you have any fairy tales worth telling me, Amelia?"

Amelia hesitated on whether to trust Sherlock with the story of her Raggedy Doctor, but she noticed how everyone avoided looking or glancing at him, and Amelia deceided she could trust Sherlock Holmes.

She opened her mouth to say something when the bell for the next lesson rang. Sherlock picked up his books and said to her, "I'll bring you to your next class, Amelia. You can tell me your fairy tale during recess."

Amelia meekly nodded and picked up her bag and followed Sherlock out of the room. She had to admit, she was interested to learn more of this mysterious genius.