Reichenbach Secondary (Teenlock)

Secret

Sherlock’s POV

John is hiding something. He thinks that I haven’t noticed but damn he is wrong. I am still finding it hard to believe that I know a human being who is worth knowing. He is the first person that I have liked since…forever. It is a weird feeling when I am around him but knowing that he is now keeping something from me is making me feel sad. I am not one for human emotion or sentiment but some reason I am feeling it. But it cannot be helped. To distract myself from this idiotic conundrum I pick up my violin and begin to play a tune which I composed myself a couple of nights ago.

John’s POV

I stuff my belongings into my satchel carelessly. No longer caring. Lately I have been studying in the school library instead of in my dormitory because when I work there I am just stared at by Sherlock. It is very distracting and a little intimidating. I leave the library and walk through the school gardens briskly towards block B. I feel like Sherlock worries when I am back late, but I must be wrong him being a sociopath and all. I pass many students of my way back to my dorm but the atmosphere is quite chilling. What is wrong with everyone? I see Mike and wave him over, “Hey John.” He greets me solemnly.

“What has happened?” I ask curiously.

“Everyone is mourning John.” He replies. I give him a confused expression, why are people mourning?! Did someone important die or something. “Carl died this afternoon.” He clarifies.

“What?” I questions, this cannot be right. “How?”

“It was an away swimming gala and he had some sort of fit in the water. By the time they got him out it was too late.” I hang my head in shame and carry on walking towards room two hundred and twenty-one.

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I finally reach to the top of block B and I rush down the corridor to tell Sherlock the news. I approach the door and notice that there is no violin being played which is rare because there usually is at this time. I open the door reluctantly and see that Sherlock is rushing around the room like a mad man while flipping through various papers. “Sherlock have you heard the-” I am interrupted. Surprise. Surprise.

“His shoes John!” He screams in my face, “Where are Carl Power’s shoes! Did he eat them?!” He continues to rant sarcastically.

“Sherlock calm down!”

“How can I be calm?” He asks me seriously, “No one is taking me seriously. Not even you.” Before I can oppose his argument he begins to natter again, “What is the secret?! The thing you are hiding from me. I know there is one.”

“I am joining the army!” I yell back, “I have spoken to the British forces and they have said that when I am sixteen I can go to an army training camp…school thing.” I explain and his face falls before he storms out of 221B.