All my life

Aged 11

John has saved his life countless times in his life.

But he can remember the first time clearly, as if it happened yesterday.

He stopped him being pushed off a building.

'I'm so nervous.' John said nervously, jiggling his hands, jumping from foot to foot, his hands sweating. Sherlock rolled his eyes and thrust his hands deeper into his pockets, looking around angrily. 'What's there to be nervous about? We're about fifty metres from the other school.'

John rolled his eyes back at his best friend. 'Everyone else has gone, Sher. And there are four classes. We're probably gonna be separated.'

Sherlock tried not to show how much that would bother him, instead looking at all the other new year sevens. 'The secondary school is very prestigious, isn't it. I'm surprised only five of us got in from the primary.'

Sherlock had entered secondary school.

Unlike John, he didn't see what there was to get all worked up about. They were still at the same school, just with different teachers and different students and a different building. That was it.

John gulped as the headmaster entered and Sherlock smirked as Mr Evans shot him an angry look. He hadn't wanted Sherlock to stay on, in fact he had deliberately told him that he wished he had never set foot in the school, and that was part of the reason Sherlock had stayed. That and John, of course.

'Year sevens! Welcome to your first day here at our school! I know that most of you are new, thought I do recognise a couple...hello, John, Callum, Heidi, Phoebe and...Sherlock. Ok. Today you will be sorted into your new classes, which are completely random. There are four classes; 7D with Mr Denmark, 7O with Miss Oswald, 7P with Mr Pink and 7S with Mr Smith.' Sherlock smiled at Mr Smith, their Science teacher, who had moved up from the primary school along with his rumoured girlfriend Miss Oswald (Sherlock knew that they were not engaged in a relationship but was sure that both parties wanted to be. The only thing in the way was Mr Pink, the Maths-cum-PE teacher, who had an unhealthy crush on Miss Oswald).

'There are ten or eleven per class, children, and you will have different teachers for each subject. Ok. I will now tell you your classes. Andrews, Penny? 7O. Carlton, Ben? 7S. Easton, James? 7P.' Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief as he remembered that Donovan and Anderson had not joined the secondary school here. Anderson hadn't got in and Donovan didn't want to stay so they had moved away together to another school. Nowhere near as good as his school, Sherlock knew, but an ok one.

'Holmes, Sherlock. 7S.' Mr Evans sighed, and Mr Smith threw him a thumbs up. Sherlock grinned. Mr Smith was by far the best teacher.

John shuffled anxiously next to him. A couple of names stood out to Sherlock; 'Novak, Castiel, 7S.' a small, dark haired boy standing next to a taller boy with brown hair and a charming smile and 'Tyler, Rose 7S', a blonde girl who kept throwing Mr Smith strange looks. Her friend, 'Harkness, Jack', was also looking at Smith strangely.

'Watson, John.' Mr Evans paused, shuffling through his notes and time seemed to standstill, until Mr Evans said, 'I don't believe this. Watson, John, 7S. Smith! I told you not to put John and Sherlock in the same class!'

Sherlock turned to John and grinned and put his hand up for a high five, but John skipped that, throwing himself into his best friend's arms, ignoring the looks from the other kids.

Finally, 'Winchester, Dean,' was sorted into 7S and Mr Evans told them all to get into their classes, to get to know each other.

The moment they were all together, all nine of them, Mr Smith clapped his hands together and sat down. 'Hello, all!' he said exuberantly. 'Welcome to my class. Far nicer than Clara's.'