Chapter 4 - Curves and Lockers

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Sherlock found himself looking in the mirror. His school uniform came in and he looks in disgust at the red skirt, white button down shirt, the white stockings, and small black shoes. Mycroft walked into the room. The 18 year old made his way over to his younger brother.
"I must say that uniform looks nice on you." Mycroft picked up the books laid out on the floor and the clustered mess of papers.
Sherlock shrugged snatching one of the books Mycroft just put away and flopped onto the unmade bed. Grasping a nearby blanket and covering himself. Mycroft pulled it off saying that it was "too hot". Sherlock groaned pulling the blanket back over him. He later threw up due to overheating.

He found himself in the school library everyday. He read books for hours. Though it didn't help that the girls would giggle and gossip behind book shelves. Some would even make fun of him. Sherlock just buried himself in the books trying to ignore the teases. Occasionally he would snap back a witty deduction about one of the girls and they would leave him alone for a while. Every night he would sneak out onto the roof of the school building. The school was surrounded by lush forest and nature with a small village only a few miles away. He would sit on the roof admiring the sky. He would cry, he hated this school he hated his body he wanted to be rid of it.
Sometimes he would bring his violin onto the roof and pluck a tune.
One night one of the teachers caught him. She was the chemistry teacher, and her office was right near the window near Sherlock on the roof peaking up. She opened the window and surprised him.
"That was a nice song you were just playing... though it isn't really safe on the roof. Would you like to come into my office for some tea Athena?" He was surprised that she knew who he was and the softness in her voice. He hadn't gotten her class yet and began to wonder if perhaps she had seen him on the roof before.
"Are you going to give me detention, for being up here?" He asked before climbing though the window into the office. She smiled, chuckled, and shook her head. Sherlock climbed through the window into the office.
The two became close. The two would drink tea, the teacher would let Sherlock experiment, and play the violin. Sherlock expresses to her how uncomfortable he felt in his body and she would happily listen.
For once he felt that he was listened to and he finally felt that he could look away from the mirror even if it was only for a few seconds.

I based this chapter off of how I despise certain clothing like skirts and traditionally feminine clothing. I also wanted to include the throwing up due to overheating because that happened to me recently and it wasn't fun. I also wanted to show how he felt alone and isolated from the rest of the school. I wanted to show a supportive teacher and student relationship because I have that with a few of my teachers such as my Orchestra Teacher. My orchestra teacher is genuinely a really great person who is so nice and amazing and I love her (not romantically). Um ok bye!
- Umber

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