𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚜

Chapter 1

Lets track this from the beginning.
My name is Ada Camden. I live in the country a few hours away from London. I'm 16 years old. Born in 1868 I was the middle child of 5 children in my family which I hated being but it meant I got a lot of alone time. Having only a few friends meant I got a lot of that anyways. My mother died a few years after my youngest sibling was born. Me and her were extremely close so it affected me the most. This was when I started to keep to myself. That meant I had a lot of time to read and write my books. My father always said I had a talent for writing and I guess he was right. At least he might be no one had seen any of it since I was 10 years old. I got comforted by my loneliness and being without people. Along with my room there were only two places where I felt I could be myself.

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I was beginning to write a new story when my friend barged into my room. She was the only one that was allowed into my room without knocking or asking first. "Ada. Come on you have to be over tomorrow for my birthday" She sat down on the edge of my bed and looked through my notes. I put my book to the side. "Fine i'll come. Just give me an hour to pack. You can wait in here if you want" I told her. She nodded and smiled. Me and her where polar opposites but that might be what made us get along so well. She was wild, loud, fun. And I was quiet, timid, kept to myself. I found it remarkable that she even liked me. "Ok all packed" I said. The two of us walked down the stairs of my house. "Bye father" I shouted through to the kitchen. No response. Not that unusual. After an hour and a half we made it to her house. It was amazing. The plants may have been covering nearly all the walls of the house but it gave it a mysterious look. Just like her entire family was. Oh yeah my friends name its Enola Holmes. That's right Holmes. Little sister of Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes. I hadn't met her older brothers but I was told many stories about the two of them. Sherlock's were definitely more exciting then Mycroft's. That was probably because Mycroft was boring as hell according to Enola that was. We walked through the door and was greeted by Enola's mother. "Oh Ada it's nice to see you again" she said to me as she pulled me into a small hug.
"You to Mrs Holmes" I said whilst I smiled at her.
Enola pulled me through to the kitchen where we made some Eggs and sausages. "Oh Your the best cook ever" She said to me. I rolled mu eyes. "Stop acting as if i'm the best cook in the world. I'm not okay" I responded. She agreed with me but still knew I was a good cook even if I didn't see that myself. A few hours later the two of us were sitting in her room. I was writing and she was playing puzzels. Classic Enola. She was the smartest person I knew. "What are you writing about." She asked. I looked down at her. She may of been talking to me but just because she wanted to stop the awkward silence. It didn't usually happen unless we were both extremely focused on something. "The stuff I usually write about." This time she looked up from her puzzle. I didn't tell anybody what I wrote about. I knew that if I wanted to become a published writer I needed to share my stories but I had so much privacy growing up I did not have enough social skills or mental strength to even share them with one person. "What stuff though"
I rolled my eyes. "The fictional stories I right about. Anyways you know I don't like sharing my stories even more if there not finished" She looked back down at her puzzle. It was obvious she already knew what way I was going to turn this conversation. Into a solid no. So she tried to keep it alive for an extra few minutes. "I know I know. At least let me read it when you've finished" I thought over about it for a minute. Enola was my closest friend but I didn't share my work with anyone. Then again it would be good if I could have someone other then myself check my work. "Fine fine. I'll be finished in 1 to a million years" We both laughed for a few minutes before settling back down and doing our own things. Before we knew it it was already Enola's 16th birthday. "Happy birthday Enola" I told her as I was shaking her to wake up. "Thank you Ada. I'm going to go find Mother see you in a minute" She got up from her bed and went to her mother's bedroom. Only a few minutes later she comes back inside with a worried look on her face. I could tell what was wrong immediately. On the way downstairs she told me she had already sent a letter to her brothers to come to the house. Hopefully they would respond. Enola and her mother were best friends never seen apart. The two were the closest pair I had ever seen. Over the next few days me and Enola had tried to begin to solve the case of her missing mother but I was just holding her back. I didn't know much of problem solving. I was more of a straight thinker. Could only see what was in front of me. Not small little details. One morning Enola walked into the library where I was writing. "Take the extra bike. We're going to go pick up my brothers at the train station." She said to me. I gave her puppy eyes. I really didn't want to go. I had never met her brothers and they were pretty posh. And I didn't have a lot of social skills I could barley say hello to strangers. "Fine I'll go by myself be back soon"
"Bye Enola" I shouted to her. Once I heard the front door slam I got back to writing. "UGH" I tore out a page crumped it up and tossed it into the bin. I picked my pencil back up and started to write again. I heard the door open again and Enola's voice. I smiled knowing my friend was home safe. The roads were dangerous now. Even country ones. Especially country ones actually. Once she had shown her brothers to her mothers room she came back inside. "Do you want to meet them or anything" I looked at her with a face. She knew what I meant by it. "You know I have know social skills Enola. I wouldn't be able to say hi without stuttering zoning out and then walking away"
She rolled her eyes and sat down next to me reading. When one of her brothers I think it was Sherlock but i'm not quiet sure came inside. He was about to start talking before noticing me in the room. He gave Enola a look that said 'Who's she'. I rolled my eyes and turned back around to write. "Sherlock this is my friend Ada" I gave a silent groan and shut my eyes. I opened them back up turned around and stood up. "Ada Camden nice to meet you" I gave my hand out so he could shake it which he did so. "Sherlock Holmes" I turned back around and started writing again. I waited till he was gone to slam my face on the table. "That took all my willpower to say"
"I bet it did" She said to me and laughed.
A few hours later I got a letter from my father. "I need to go home. I'll come round tomorrow though. Bye" she waved goodbye to me as I walked out the door and cycled back home.

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I love Enola so much. I also love the movie so much even though I've only watched it once. It was an amazing movie. I really hope you like this chapter and the coming chapters. And if you haven't watched the movie Enola Holmes yet you really should. It's on Netflix. Byeeeee