I slowly pushed my way through the people crowding the entrance to the main office, using my shoulder as a sort of blade to slice through the people as more and more tried to get inside to escape the pouring rain. Finally, after a significant amount of maneuvering i reached the main desk, where five women were frantically asking names and passing out forms. Suddenly a long slender fingered hand slapped down on the table, I jumped. A woman with graying hair and winged glasses stares down at me. "Well?" she says, she sighs, "Your name sweetheart," Oh, I shake my head, "Joan Watson," She smiles and nods, then turns to another woman, who starts rifling through papers. Finding whatever she was looking for, she hands an envelope to glasses, who turns and hands it to me. im quickly shoved out of the way as others fight to take the spot I had forcefully emptied. I move myself into a corner, and open the package. A key falls out, I hurriedly scoop it up before it can be lost, I stuff in in one of the pockets of my sweater. I take out the first sheet of paper. On it is printed my dorm block and room, but strangely, the name of my roommate has been scratched out and replaced by hand, Sherlock Holmes. I put the sheet in my pocket and stuff the envelope next to it, then make my way to the entrance, only to find that my backpack has been upturned and the raincoat I had been using to shield it stolen. I throw my head back and groan. Gripping my sodden bag firmly, i throw it over one shoulder and run across the campus to the dorm rooms.
By the time I find Baker block, I'm soaking wet and shivering, but glad to finally have reached the building. These used to be classrooms, before it became a boarding school. I trudge up the steps, my trainers making squelching noises as I walked, finally i reached my floor. In Baker block, the rooms were letters and numbers, after they had split the classrooms, like 12A and 12B. I walk down the hall until I find my dorm, 221B. A thin trickle of smoke comes out from under the door, not a good sign. I take the key out of my pocket, and turn the lock, the door swings open. Standing by one of the desks is a girl, about my age but almost a full head taller than me, holding two test tubes, one filled with a bubbling blue liquid, and another filled with a bright red one. As she pours them both into a large tube, I notice she's not wearing safety goggles. Sitting by the door is a bucket with water and dry ice, that explains the smoke. I sigh with relief, at least its not a junkie or pyro. The girl jumps at my sigh and whirls around, squeaking, "I wasn't doing anything, Don't tell my Brother!" she visibly relaxes when she sees me, "What's your favorite type of music?" the way she asked her question startled me, sharp, almost harshly. "Um, I honestly like most types of music," she sighs and looks me up and down, " Let me rephrase that, do you enjoy pop music?" I shudder, and she smiles, I'm not sure if its because of my reaction, or something going on in her head.
But soon, that smile is gone, and she says, "I'm sorry about your father. By the way, should we be expecting a visit from your brother when he gets out of rehab?" I take a step back, my voice shaking, "HoW dO yOu KnOw ThAt???" She chuckles, "Simple, your bag is an army bag, but you're too young, it says L.Watson, could be your mother, but you have a man's wedding ring on a string around your neck, and there is a deep red stain on the bag, not blood, but probanly the words deceased painted on, would you like me to continue?" I nod, amazed at how she could possible observe all that, " There's a sticker on the bag, St. Timothy's alcohol rehabilitation, and there's a letter in your pocket with the same logo, but it says what appears to be Harry Watson, though its impossible to know now, since your rain drenching caused the ink to bleed,"
I stand there, gaping at my strange new roommate, until she exclaims, " Ah, it appears my experiment worked! She hurriedly picks up the test tube and rushes towards me, I jump back, as she pours the bubbling deep indigo liquid into another test tube filled with a white power. And it starts fizzing. Sherlock rushes back at the desk, and picks up a video camera, and a mobile phone, she tosses me the mobile and turns on the camera, "Speed dial 7!" she exclaims, and I do what she says, then toss it back to her. She holds it to her right ear with her shoulder, and plugs a cord attached to the camera to the laptop sitting on the desk, then initiates a Skype call. "Hello!" she exclaims into the phone, "Mrs. Connors, please go to your computer, and answer the Skype call," A few seconds later, an older woman's face appeared in the screen, "Oh my!" she exclaims, "Please don't tell me you are doing this in your dorm, but if you are, be careful. Oh, and please tell me that isn't your roommate, I thought i told you not to scare another one away." "dont worry, im not afraid" I say, watching my strange roommate fascinatedly. The teacher smiles and shakes her head softly before looking back at the experiment, “How did you do it Sherlock?” without turning away from the test tubes she says, “ I just used the materials you told me about before, that day i came with my brother to meet some of the teachers,” she raises an eyebrow, “ your brother? He has a name you know. And you really should give him a chance, hes quite a nice person.” Sherlock snorts and turns away from the now steaming beakers, “Yes, i guess so, but we never got along, now if you'll excuse me, i do believe i’ve been denying my roommate.” And with those final harsh words she gives Mrs. Connors a mock salute and ends the call.
she turns to me and I find myself having a hard time meeting her steely- no not steely, now that I’ve gotten a good look at her I notice that her eyes are a sort of pale blue green, they’re sort of magical. she has curly dark brown hair that reaches just past her shoulders and high pronounced cheekbones, giving her a sort of regal look, and a little intimidating.- I find myself staring and quickly turn away, probably blushing. she extends a hand and says, "I'm Sherlock Holmes, nice to meet you. you must be Joan Watson, is there anything a got wrong?" it takes me a minute to register what she's saying but I nod, "um.. yeah, its my sister, Harriet, she's, um, a lesbian." Sherlock raises an eyebrow but doesnt say anything. after a few seconds, she turns around to the beds, and puts her hands in the pockets of her formal black pants, "you can choose whichever you want, I honestly don't care." i nod and make my way to the left bed, closest to the door before setting my bag down and sitting down next to it. its been 15 minutes and I already think I'm in love with my roommate.
