Hi my names Hanna Holmes ,yes the sister of the great Sherlock Holmes. I'm 14 years old living with my parents in Manchester. This is the story of how I survived being a the younger sibling of the smartest men ever. How about I start from the beginning.
It was my birthday I don't really get along with my brothers. But here they are with their friends John Watson Sherlock's Boyfriend Greg Lestrade Mycroft's Boyfriend Mrs.Hudson Williams landlord Molly Hooper Phillip Anderson Sally Sorry I'm bad at remembering her last name anyway back to the party. It was 12:00 and Mum woke me up. "Mum can't I sleep a little longer. No Hanna everyone is here for your party so please get up my darling daughter." I got up took my shower changed into my Favorite clothes I walk down the stairs to the living room when I see Sherlock and John snogging like teenagers I coughed trying to get there attention still nothing. So I walk into the kitchen where everyone else was first I see Greg staring as if I'm alien or something. " It's not nice to stare. Oh Hanna Stop being rude. But Dad I don't like people staring at me I'm not an alien!(I scream). I'm not a freak show you can just stare at Lestrade I snare at him as I walk out to the back garden tears staining my cheeks. My Dad walks out and and hugs me telling me that he was sorry.
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What if they had a little sister and she was not like them?
FanfictionA story on the teenage Holmes sister and how she feels about her family and herself. Disclaimer I do not own Sherlock Holmes or any of the characters except for my oc
