Friends and maybe a little more.

Chapter 4

So this is Sherlock's first day(still in third person though) I hope you like it! ___________________________

Sherlock woke up to his alarm at 5 o'clock in the morning. He didn't really need to, after all, school started at 8. What he really liked was to hear the morning at the manor. He secretly liked the sound of the birds singing and the smell of the morning dew, cold and sweet in his nose.

He pondered how this school was going to be. sherlock really hoped that there wouldn't be any bullies like that idiot Sebastian Wilkes from Harrison. he knew that this school wouldn't be different. People were just idiots. Everyone was an idiot. Even his good for nothing brother, Mycroft. How couldn't he see that Sherlock just need fuel, that he didn't have a 'drug addiction'?

I mean sure Sherlock got into trouble once but he knows when enough is enough. He knows how much a lethal dose of 7% solution is. how couldn't he see that what he did was purposely?

"I just wanted it to stop.", Sherlock muttered to himself,"What did I do to deserve this?"

At 7 Sherlock was dressed in the heinous uniform under his signature black belstaff trench coat and navy blue scarf, along with a suitcase Father brought for him on Christmas, and a leather messenger bag slung around his shoulder.

"My god, don't you look ravishing?" Mummy Holmes said with a smile.

"You done?"

She didn't realize that she was hugging him until he back off from her clutches.

"Be safe my son."

"I will try."

Mycroft was getting into the drivers seat while Mummy helped Sherlock put his suitcase in the trunk. Mycroft rolled his eyes once more when he saw through the mirror that Mummy was holding Sherlock with all her might. Annoyed, Mycroft Honked the horn and sent her back into the house.

"Bye Mum!"

"Bye my boys!! Have a safe journey! try to make friends! And dont....

The Holmes brothers never heard the ending to that sentence because they already sped off toward the gates of the manor.

"I see your just as annoyed as I am." Mycroft muttered.

"What do you care? This is your last year there."

"Still, it grows on you."

"Yeah like mold."

The boys shared a chuckle as they drove into the parking structure of Ryde Hill Academy. Sherlock gave his brother one last look saying "do I really have to?" Where Mycroft replied with a look saying "it too late to go back."

"Be carful. here is your schedule, dormitory and suitcase."

"I thought the office was suppose to give me the dorm number and my schedule."

"I'm what you call a 'teachers favorite'." Mycroft smirked.

"You're a bloody meddler, that's what you are."

"Shut up."

"Not till you ask nicely."

Mycroft and Sherlock said their goodbyes and walked into opposite directions towards their dorms.

"Oh, and Sherlock?"

Sherlock sighed heavily and turned around. "Yes, brother of mine?"

"Be safe."

Sherlock knew what that really meant. They always did this. "I will."

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Sherlock knew this place inside and outwards.(even if he hadn't stepped a foot into it until an hour ago).

Sherlock was walking straight towards his dorm when a kid ran right into him. couldn't he see? there was a whole hallway and he had to run into him?

"Hey watch it!" Sherlock yelled as he fell towards the tiled floors.

"Oh I'm sorry!" a small voice exclaimed. the owner of the voice was short. He looked average, short blonde hair and blue eyes that simmered even indoors. Sherlocks instincts kicked in and he caught the phone that fell out of the blondes' pocket before it made a smack onto the floor.

The boys clothes were old and a bit cheap looking? How the hell did he get in? , Sherlock thought, Oh! You idiot, scholarship of course. Hmm, parent a drinker, Oh, and a beater? Why would a parent drinker and beater let their son here? Maybe he ran away. Hmmmm, most likely. And what about the phone.....

Sherlock kept himself busy trying to figure out the boy that ran into him story when he finally made it to room 221 of the B building.

He knocked, just to set the impression that he was polite.

"Come in." a familiar voice said.

Sherlock walked into the room rolling his eyes when the boy said "You're my roommate?"

Sherlock was going to insult the boys intellect but instead said,"so it would seem."

He threw his suitcase on the ground near the couch and fell onto it.

Dear god, let me live throughout this year. Sherlock thought as he laid down in silence.

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So, do you like it?? Comment please!

(Sorry if I don't write like a native Britain, I'm only American and 14.) oh and pleAse don't mind the Holmes brotherly love. -Luna