Teenlock (gender switch)

Sherlock (for real tho)

Chapter one - Sherlock

Baskerville boarding school, a place where kids went when their parents didn't want them anymore. Not that my mummy and daddy didn't love me, they just couldn't handle me. My experiments caught the house and the last two schools on fire. And my older sister Mika was just coming so she could keep me out of trouble. Like that was going to happen. Though she was commanding with medium length hair and blue eyes, she couldn't control me.

Our sleek black car pulled up in the front of the castle looking high school. Some boys and girls were crying saying goodbye, some ran up to the school for excitement and some weren't even phased.

As Mika a hugged and said goodbye to our parents, I grab my backpack and suitcase from the trunk. We began walking to the school knowing I wasn't going to get a hug. they liked Mika better, 'be more like your sister' they said.

Mika and I walked into the checkout area, kids are running about and talking with their friends. I laughed at the idea 'friends'. We walked to the student help center "how may I help you?" Asked a lady in her mid-30s, she slouched against the teal chair. Either she hated kids or she REALLY didn't want to be here.

"Mika and Sherlock Holmes please." She replied politely "Mika Holmes- room 22 floor 2, Sherlock Holmes room 21 floor 2, here are your schedules, IDs, and keys to your rooms. Have a great year." Her voice was rough. Smoker.

We shoved ourself into one of the lest packed elevators, "floor 2 please" Mika said. A mousey looking boy complied pressing the '2' button. The doors 'dinged' and slid open. The second floor was no doubt the same as all the rest, the walls were a light teal color and the floors were black. Arch ways led the students into the corridors, where the rooms were. "Rooooom 22! And there's your room!" Mika smiled at me. I give her a stone cold look and say in a monotone voice "yay."

I walk into my room, it was kinda small. The two beds were separated with one side table in a tiny room to my right. To my left a small bathroom complete with a bath/shower, toilet and sink. If I walked forward I would come into the living room/kitchen/dinning room. Not all that bad. I unpack my things, Throwing my cloths into the drawers beneath my bed, Sliding the box containing my Syringe all the way to the back. A small 'no smoking' sign rest on the desk next to our bed. Really!? They send me to a place I can't smoke? Great!

This year is going to be just great!