John walked into his new Primary School. After his father left his mother got really angry and moved. So now he was standing in front of his new school with his older sister, Harriet, dropping him off. “Okay, Kid. Mom’s picking you up around 2. Try to make friends.” With that, she went into her car and drove off.
John was extremely nervous about this. Everything was new to him. Even though he was only in his first year of primary school, he started here the beginning of the fourth quarter. Everybody knew each other all ready. John looked around the playground he was dropped off at. Apparently, they let the kids play outside until classes start. He saw some kids playing on the slide, some on the swings, and some on the monkey bars. As he looked around a bit more, he saw one kid sitting in the sand pit all alone.
John walked over to the pit and sat next to him. The boy sat there, hands folded like he was praying, but his eyes were open. His black curls falling in front of his face made it hard to tell the color of his eyes though. All of a sudden, the boy looked over at John and nodded. “You must be John Watson.” he said and stuck his hand out for a handshake.
John shook the boys hand, but was surprised with how he new his name. “How did you-”
John didn’t have time to finish the sentence before the other boy responded quickly. “You should know that I already have the locker full. My violin takes up a bit of room, so do the books. But, I guess you could use most of the bottom shelf, the books aren’t that big anyway…but the lockers are as thin as my older brother’s math books.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, isn’t it obvious? Instead of little drawers, they make us put things in lockers. I’m the only one who doesn’t share a locker with anyone because they think I’m really weird.” John was silent for a moment, just staring at the dark haired boy. “What?” he said.
“Well, can you tell me anything about myself? You’re like a genie or something.”
The dark haired boy laughed slightly. “Really? Well, if you really want me to. First things first, I can tell that you lived in a smaller city before you moved to London. Wells, most likely. Your mum and dad have fought for a while and recently, he left. So you moved here. You have an older sibling you don’t like much, but whether it is a brother or sister, I’m not sure.”
John smiled widely. “That was brilliant!” He said. “By the way, my sibling’s name is Harry.”
“So, brother than?”
“Harry is short for Harriet.”
The black haired boy huffed and crossed his arms. “I knew I missed something.” At that second the bell rang, and the boy stood up. “I’m Sherlock Holmes, by the way.”
And that was the beginning of the friendship that would last forever.