okay... so I was low on muse, and this kinda just splurted out of my head. I really like Sherlock, so I modernized and genderbent him and sent him an John to London, Ohio. Read and Review Please, I'll post more soon, but here are the first few sections:
Section I:
In the year 2012 my father retired from the army after being wounded in the war. My family settled down in London, London Ohio that is. London was a small city, its main road, Baker Street, had a variety of shops as well as the middle, elementary, and high schools. On the far side of the street were the Baker Apartments.
I was a freshman, starting ninth grade at Baker High when I met Charlotte; we had eighth period chemistry and adjoining lockers. I walked through the halls trying to find my locker when I came upon a familiar face. Wallace Stamford, who I had seen on numerous occasions as his mother was in the military alongside my father.
“Jack Watson!” yelled Stamford, he cheerfully eyed me and slung his backpack over his shoulder. "How have you been?"
I quickly explained how my father had retired, and how I was now looking for my locker.
“That's strange," Stamford said with a pensive look, "you're the second person today who's asked for directions, and look at that! Your lockers are next to each other!"
“Who was the first?" I asked, watching Stamford carefully.
“Geeky little Charlotte Holmes," said he with a noise that sounded like a jealous huff.
“Rather a geek than a bully," I mumbled to myself.
“Yes, but you haven't met Charlotte Holmes yet."
“Why, what do you have against her?"
“Oh, nothing against her, She's just a bit weird in the attic, you know— really enthusiastic about science and such, decent person I suppose though-"
“ Preparing for medical school, I suppose" I joked.
“Oh no, I believe she understands anatomy and she is an amazing chemist; but she's never shown any interest in becoming a doctor."
“I should like to meet this Ms. Holmes," I said giving Stamford a final nod before I moved off to find my locker on my own.
“She's usually in the labs, last time she was in there" Stamford made a laughing noise “she was beating dead frogs, and two days later the police solved a case with some oddly bruised murders." He added the last as if an afterthought.
Section II:
Eighth period chemistry, the most boring class in the history of boring classes. I absolutely hated chemistry, which made no sense as I was in AP Advanced Chem. But that's where I met Charlotte, in Mr. Russell's class.
I had settled into Baker High pretty well throughout my First day and now it was time for Chem. The last class of the day was naturally the one I hated most.
“Seating chart is posted on the bulletin board" Mr. Russell was writing something on the board with his back to the class.
I scurried to the bulletin board to look for my seating assignment.
Grayson Lestrade was lab partners with Tobias Gregson, Jr. Stanley Hopkins with Carol Bradstreet. Jefferson Hope with Joseph Stangerson. Elton Drebber with Lucy Ferrier. John Watson with... Charlotte Holmes.
Not the best, but at least I'd finally get to meet the girl who supposedly beat frogs in the science labs.
I followed the chart to my seat, momentarily dismayed to see that Charlotte wasn't there. But I was content to set down my books and watch the other people file in. There was a pair of guys sitting towards the front of the room, one reading his chemistry book and squirming as far away as possible from his partner who looked like he was sleeping.
“Jefferson Hope and Joseph Stangerson, respectively," said a bored voice next to me.
I almost jumped, and turned to see a girl with dark brown hair and grey eyes standing at my elbow and following my gaze exactly to Joseph and Jefferson. “Who the hell-"
“Charlotte Holmes, nice to finally meet you John,"
“How do you-"
“Know your father is a military officer, and just moved here from Florida?" Charlotte looked at me making a face of mock surprise before smiling.
“How did you-"
“Simple, your clothes seams all line up, gig line fashion* I believe they call it, your hair is buzz cut in a respectable style, but it's starting to grow out, recently retired I'd say. Florida, tan skin yet not as tan as a sunbathers' would be, so you live where it's hot but you're used to it and wear sunscreen. You have on a long sleeved shirt and a light jacket over it. Don't have many cool climate temperature clothes and aren't used to the brisk weather. Plus the pencil behind your ear reads 'don't forget Orlando'"
“Amazing" I said, slightly star struck.
“Elementary." She said dismissively, though she sounded a bit pleased.
A quiet shriek echoed from the back of the classroom. I craned my neck to find the source.
“Don't bother," Charlotte said her eyes focused on Mr. Russell up front, “it's just Elton Drebber flirting, with Lucy Ferrier I do believe" she added last after a brief pause: “Jefferson won't like that"
“What do you mean?” I asked, looking back to see a girl with blonde hair and green eyes yell at a jock looking guy with brown hair that was obviously super-popular and at the top of the high school food chain.
Charlotte rolled her eyes, as if explaining things to a little child. “Jefferson and Lucy are dating, obviously. A little weird though, considering he was held back once… then why would he be in AP Chem?” Charlotte then began to ramble off, “It makes sense though; they've been friends ever since the Ferrier’s moved here eight years ago. Quite connected at the hip in a brother-sister way, I suppose they recently started dating over the summer and haven't told anyone yet- typical.”
“How do you—“
“Know they weren't dating? Simple—“
“Save it- I don't really want to know”
“All right students-” Mr. Russell finally turned to face us and begin the class. “Welcome to AP Advanced Chem, congratulations on making it so far in this wonderful branch of science so quickly- though I must warn you, it will only get harder from here-”
I didn't t get to talk to Charlotte for the rest of class because the teacher ranted on and on for the whole period about vegetable alkaloids*. When the bell rang, I went to ask Mr. Russell about transferring to an easier class.
Charlotte, on the other hand, strode confidently up to Jefferson and Lucy who had met to walk out together. As I went to exit the classroom I caught wind of a bit of their conversation mainly Charlotte’s ‘Congratulations on finally getting past “just friends”’ and Lucy’s shocked expression.
Section III:
“John, are you going to that back-to-school party tonight?”
“What mom?”
"Are you going to the back-to-school party tonight?” My mother calmly repeated.
“Um… yeah, why?”
It was Friday night after the first harsh week of school; it felt like I had just barely made it through. Some of the seniors were holding an annual party and had invited all of Baker High School to attend.
“Just be careful” She looked up from her perch at her computer to mine at the kitchen table. “Call me if you need a ride home.”
“I’ll be fine, Mom” I said, embarrassedly. “Don’t worry”
I was fine, but some of the other kids in our grade weren’t. Elton and Joe both got hopelessly drunk and Lucy Ferrier cheated on Jefferson probably a million times.
“My God,” Charlotte muttered as I found my seat at the beginning of Chem. “Is Lucy Ferrier still hung over?” she let out a bit of a chuckle.
“Hey Charlie, where were you on Friday,” I glanced at her, surprised to see that she was engrossed in her large and battered book instead of studying Lucy as her statement would have implied. How did she know Lucy was hung over if she didn't even look up?
“I was doctoring my neighbor’s old dog why?”
I blinked, stunned for a moment- then remembered how Stamford had said that she could have been a medical student if she tried. “Why does that not surprise me?” I muttered to myself.
“Because pretending to be a veterinarian is a more plausible action for me, rather than attending the senior’s party as you were implying.” She looked up, “I knew Lucy was drunk because of her voice, and please don't call me Charlie” she said, matter-of-factly.
I took my seat, shocked again. Or shocked at least until midway through class. When I could comprehend again, Mr. Russell was going strong, ranting on about some new topic. “What did I miss, Charlotte?” I asked, putting great emphasis on the use of her full name.
“We're partners on a project due next month,” she started.
“Why are we partners?” It came out crueler than I meant it to.
Charlie appeared to have not noticed it, or if she did, she didn't care “Believe me, you wouldn't have been my first choice either.” She retaliated, “We all got paired with our lab partners, and Jefferson almost blew a fuse.” She let out her weird laugh again.
“So you and me are partners?” I asked, “What do you want to do our project on?”
“ I'll figure something out later, I'm reading about the sport you feeble-minded people call ‘Basketball’ it’s fascinating how idiotic modern sports are.
I glanced at Charlie, half-hoping she was serious, half-hoping she actually liked Basketball. I rolled my eyes and spent the rest of the class taking notes.
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