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Sherlock.
John Watson was throwing his P.E kit into his locker when he heard the fire alarm go off. He started to follow the convoy of the other students, down to the field, when he noticed a tall, black curly-haired boy was sneaking off the other way.
John was a senior Prefect it was his job to make sure everyone was following the rules, so he followed him. He followed him until they were on the other side of the school and there was a lot of police and teachers around. John lost sight of the boy so he was about to go back to where he needed to be.
"Why did you follow me?" Asked the boy, who john noticed had bright greeny-blue eyes.
"I um. You're supposed to be on the field with everyone else. There could be a fire." John said uncertainly.
"You know there isn't fire because of the number of people still left in the building. You realised that long before you got here but you didn't turn back on yourself. You also didn't call to me at the beginning because you wanted to know what was going on." The boy said.
John stumbled back a little. "Ok. Who are you?"
"Sherlock Holmes."
They shook hands.
"Right, yes. I'm John Watson." John said.
"Yes, I know that. I'd say 16, just had P.E. Wants to be in the army. Interested in mysteries, and Gay." Sherlock said.
"I'm not Gay." John defended himself.
"That's what they all say." He retorted. "About this investigation, what do you think about it?"
John thought for a minute. "Well, we've established it's not a fire. Nobody is Ill or we wouldn't have been called to the field. I have no bloody idea."
Sherlock smiled. "For a prefect, you're braking a lot of rules. But you're stating the obvious and not the facts. It's a Killing."
"What. School is supposed to be safe." John exclaimed.
"So's the earth. We need to get a closer look. Maybe after school." The black-haired boy said.
"We?" John said confused.
Sherlock looked him in the eye. "Telling from the sudden energy rush and that you have French next, You're definitely coming."
"How could you tell?"
"You have a gleam in your eyes as soon as I said killing. In your pocket, you've stuffed your french Homework in it. If you liked the subject, it would be neatly folded and if you had something else next, it would be in your bag." Sherlock said.
"Brilliant. You're how old?" John asked.
"Just turned 14." Sherlock peered at John weirdly.
"What's wrong," John asked.
"No one's said that to me before?"
John gasped. "What. But even most off the best-trained people couldn't do what you did. It was Bloody amazing."
"I'm flattered, but most people would have the sense not to talk to a sociopath." Sherlock gave a sad smile.
"Don't talk like that about yourself. Of course, people would talk to you." John said softly.
"Yeah, but you've never seen me before. I hide away because they call me a freak. I've been here three years but I bet not even the teachers know I'm part of this school." Sherlock said.
"I noticed. I'm sorry its three years late, but I have a feeling we're going to enjoy this."
Sherlock actually gave a real smile. The end of the day bell went and John looked at his watch. "We've been here two hours already."
"It gave me a lot of time to think. I have a mind house but it's getting to full. I need a mind palace. That should last until I'm 40." Sherlock explained.
"Well, it's more then I've got," John confessed.
"Yes. It's more than most people have. I think we should make our move now." Sherlock said while moving out of their hiding spot, John followed.