A Year in the Life of Amelia Holmes - A BBC Sherlock Fanfic

Chapter 1

The clock ticked away at an unbearably slow pace. I sat with my head on the heavily graffitied desk as the teacher droned on. I didn't bother to listen. Anything this hellhole deemed important was clearly of no use to me. I stifled a yawn and tapped my pen distractedly on the desk, a repetitive and hopefully extremely annoying rhythm of four sharp beats. The girl with curly red hair next to me glared from the corner of her eyes. I tapped louder. She'd just found out her boyfriend had been cheating on her for four months judging by the fact that she had tears in her eyes, and was currently shredding the notebook she'd written his name all over. He clearly wasn't the only cheater, quiet evidently in fact, as she'd left the answer sheet from our most recent test carelessly hanging out of her blazer pocket. She turned to stare at me. I stared back, not lifting my head off the desk.

"Amelia! Are you listening to me?" Mrs Malone barked at me.

"No." I replied, lifting my head slightly to glance at her. She looked scandalised at me.

"Excuse me?! How dare you!"

I rolled my eyes and sat up, swinging slightly on my chair, arms folded loosely at my stomach.

"You asked if I was listening to you. I wasn't. This is basic core science. I've been reading medical and university issued science textbooks since the age of 7. So no, I'm not listening to you. Why ask if you're going to get annoyed? At least I was honest."

Mrs Malone glared at me, nostrils flared. I sighed and started packing my things into my bag. The teacher cleared her throat pointedly, and I looked up with a questioning expression.

"What? I'm only saving myself time. I know how this ends. I point out you're wrong, you attempt to defend yourself, I correct you in a superior tone and I get thrown out the class."

Surprisingly enough, I didn't have to correct her today. I was dismissed from the class and ordered to the headmistress' office once again. I pulled out my phone as I crossed the large field separating the buildings.

/Been thrown out of class again. The usual spot?

AH/

Within a minute, my phone buzzed in reply

/Be there in five.

CL/

I smiled to myself as I placed my phone back in my jacket pocket and made a swift course for my usual rendezvous with Cole, my closest friend and, when dear Cecilia was under Holmes obligation to abort all independent thoughts, my partner in crime. He was already there when I reached the large sycamore tree, blazer and bag dumped carelessly at the base, sitting lazily on one of the higher branches. I checked my watch in mock surprise.

"Wow, you were out faster than I was. What excuse did you use this time?"

He jumped from the branch and landed effortlessly next to me laughing as he pulled me into a hug.

"None. I paid Jenny to finish my work and jumped out the back window. Your influence must be rubbing off on me, Miss Holmes. My inner rebel is showing."

I laughed as I pulled out of the hug and pushed him playfully. He retaliated with a shove that I easily dodged, and rolled his eyes as I jumped and grabbed onto one of the lower branches, pulling myself up and swinging to my usual sitting spot. I waved teasingly at him and smirked as he attempted to reach me.

"Not fair! You know I can't get you up there!"

I peered down at him, arms crossed, exaggerated frown on his face, like a small child having a tantrum. I smirked again, tauntingly, and lounged back against the tree, swinging my legs slightly.