Sherlock’s P.O.V.
“We are approaching Baskerville central. Please mind the gap between the train and the edge of the platform.”
Sherlock Holmes sighed and closed his book. It was his first day on Baskerville High, and actually he wasn’t nervous at all, as his brother Mycroft expected. He glanced around the train, looking for people that could be students as well. He saw a boy, with sand-blonde hair and black sunglasses on. I wonder why, because the sun isn’t even shining. The train doors opened and I stepped outside the train. Luckily, Baskerville High was only 10 minutes walk from here. When I finally found the tall building, that was my new school, I sighed. God, I wasn’t prepared for this at all. I’ve been bullied at all my previous schools and actually I don’t want to experience that another time. I should interact less. I should care less. And with that thought, Sherlock Holmes walked inside.
“Welcome students! Welcome to Baskerville High! After my ‘useless’ babbling, as everyone calls it, you can go and explore everything here. Everyone should already know where they’re sleeping so that’s great. I hope everyone’ll have a great time here. Catch you later!” I sighed and whispered to myself “No you won’t, Mycroft.” Yes, I know. My brother works here. He’s principal. I already find him annoying back home, at Christmas dinner. Can you imagine…
After Mycroft’s rubbish’ speech, I searched for my room. “221 b, at the baker wing. Great.” I said while I walked inside my new room. I started unpacking my bags and put all my books on the drawer. I walked inside the closet and placed my hands under my chin, ready to go to my mindpalace.
John’s P.O.V.
“hello?” I said while I searched in my room for a sign of a living creature. When I saw that nobody was here, yet, I sat down on my bed. I hope that my room mate will be nice, this semester. Because the previous semester I slept in exact the same room, 221 b ( baker wing) , and my roommate was such a dork. Well, I suppose that I was the dork but I don’t care. I opened a closet to put my clothes in, when I suddenly saw a creature standing in there. “What the hell are you doing here?!” I shouted when I saw a slender and tall guy standing in the closet. He ruffled his hair. “What? Oh er.. you mean the closet. Right. Hard to explain. I was thinking and humans are quite noisy so I searched for a quiet spot. And this is as quiet as it gets so that’s the reason why I’m in a closet.” John stared at the guy in the closet. “Right. What’s your name, then?” “The name’s Sherlock Holmes. And you must be John Watson.” “Yes, I am.” “wonderful. Excuse me, John. I have to think.” He said while he closed the door of the closet, in front of my face. “Nice to meet you, too.” I said to myself. I unpacked my bags and laid my sunglasses on the drawer next to my bed. the room was quite small. Two beds, both next to a wall, with a few feet between it.
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“So… how is your dad doing, then? I mean, is he still alive? Oh… I’m sorry he got shot. Was it Afghanistan or Iraq?” I quickly opened my eyes. I must have fallen asleep. “Afghanistan. Sorry.. how did you..” “..know about that? I simply observed. Your body language says military, but you’re 17 and you are standing right here so you must’ve taken that from your dad, so your dad’s a soldier, obviously. When I started about your dad, your pupils were dilated. That could be a sign of being in love, but in this case that isn’t a logical assumption so it means sadness. You’re sad and you greave about your dad every day. But wait.. it’s not only your dad. Your mum isn’t dead, but where is she? Oh, I’ve got it. She’s somewhere in… Holland? Yes, Holland. She’s there for some work because she met a guy in Holland and left you here with your… brother! Your brother Harry has to keep an eye on you but he couldn’t take it anymore because of the addiction to alcohol. He sent you to this place. ‘how do I know all that stuff?’ again, I simply observed. I looked at your mobile phone. There are many scratches on it because you keep it in the same pocket as your keys. Your brother Harry gave it to you. not because he wanted it, but because he had to. Your mum wants to contact you every day and because you didn’t have a cellphone, your brother gave it to you. ‘how do you observed that?’ you already know this one, right?” I looked at him with an open mouth. “The.. engraving?” “yep. Harry got it from his ex-partner, so he didn’t bother to give it to you. and that thing about your mum I observed just by looking in your eyes.” I froze for a moment. “that was quite extraordinary. You’re a complete genius!” Sherlock frowned. “You think so? Because that’s not what most people say…” “What do they say, then?” “piss off.” He said while he smirked.
A/N: Hello there Sociopaths, I'm sorry if this is rubbish. it's just an attempt to make a good fanfiction hehe. If you liked this part, please don't forget to vote/comment :) Bye for now, Holmies <3 -RW
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