Sherlock is Actually a Girl's Name: A Sherlock Fanfiction

Chapter 2

"Trillium Holmes! School starts in TEN MINUTES and you are not even out of your room!"

"I'm coming, Mum!" She somehow managed to grab all her stuff and make it downstairs, where her mother half ran, half pushed her daughter out of the door and into the cheap, second (but possibly third) hand car. While her parents hd a lot of money, they rarely drove. Violet bought the car solely for the purpose of driving her children to school. 

"It's something to do. Bonding time." Her mother explained the day she got the car. 

Bonding. How dull. 

"Trillium, do you insist on wearing that black coat to school? Really?"

"Yes. Problem?"

"Tomorrow, at least don't wear something that makes you look like a homicide detective."

"And what are you wearing underneath? Oh, those dress pants...and that purple shirt? At least try to look somewhat feminine! If only we had time to go back and change...

"Well, we don't, as you've made a point in telling me all morning. And I could care less about looking feminine." 

They rode the rest of the way in heated silence. Trillium didn't care. At least now it was quiet enough to edit her mind palace.

Technically known as the Method of Loci, she happened upon it on the internet a few weeks ago. It fascinated her.

And...it worked. She could remember almost anything she wanted to, except the things she deleted. Irrelevant. 

"Do you have your violin?"

Trillium snapped back to reality. "Of course," she rolled her eyes. 

"And your student ID?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Late on the first day! I'll have to write you a note. Do you have all your supplies?"

"Yes, Mum! I have everything."

"Okay."

The car was silent once more. Then,

"It's just...do I have to go?"

Violet pursed her lips. They had talked about this before. "Yes, you do. You've been homeschooled all your life, and if you're going to have any chance in the world, you'll have to be around people. You're fourteen, for goodness' sake. And Baskerville is a good school. Mycroft's gone for years."

Of course her mother would seize the opportunity to remind her that once again, Mycroft was the perfect child. He had gone early on his own, the git.  

But her mother continued, unfazed. "You'll make friends, for once. Who knows..." Violet said with a wink, "...maybe even a boyfriend."

"Mm." Trillium wasn't listening anymore. 

Baskerville. Sounds like one of the detective stories I read before.

Whatever. It doesn't matter. 

And friends? I wonder if I'll have any. 

Maybe I'll be the outcast. 

Or maybe...I'll be really popular. Is that what people call it? 

But she had never been around many people her own age, so she had no way to know.