Sherlock's POV

I wake up to the annoying sound of John typing away on his computer. "What the hell at you doing up so early"

"We have school today, Remember?" Of course I remember, but that doesn't mean I should wake up before eight. "Sorry, if I woke you I was just finishing up my letter to my mum and dad." he closes his laptop and sets it on the desk.

"I know." I stand up and walk over to the wardrobe.

"How did- never mind. I probably just breathed at a faster pace and blinked every five seconds?" Actually You hesitated inbetween typing words. Checking your spelling? No, you were carefully choosing them. Obviously it wasn't to a friend because you don't have any. well besides that Samantha girl, but by the way they interacted with each other last night during supper it was obvious they just recently met, so most likely a family member.

"I saw the salutation."

"Oh..." after a few minutes of awkward silence John speaks up again. "Well I'm gonna go down for breakfast. See you in class?"

"Yup" I start pulling out a outfit and change. I skip breakfast and just stay around in the dorm on John's computer looking up latest murders in this area (none interesting) until first bell rings.

As I enter my first period I take a seat in the last row ignoring eye contact with everyone so they don't sit next to me. It was working until Samantha showed up and of course took the empty seat on my right. Hopefully she won't speak.

"Hey, sherlock." She smiles slightly at me then looking back to a book she had on her desk. At least she wasn't expecting to converse with me.

"Hey"

"Hello children" the teacher announces as she enters the room. "I am professor Mcgonagal, your AP biology teacher. Now if you would all turn to page 394." After class was finally finished I swiftly walked out the room right when the bell rang. When I was nearly to my locker I herd Matt the one with the bowtie from supper last night attempting to talk his way out of being beat up by one of the schools jocks. Matt's talking tactic obviously isn't working when I see him get pushed up against a locker a few away from mine. Once my conscience kicked in a walk over to them and tap on the jocks shoulder. He says not taking his eyes or loosening his grip on Matt. "What!?"

"I wouldn't do that If I were you."

"Really? And who's gonna stop me?" I sigh annoyed.

"Your boyfriend." I state bluntly.

"I-I don't have a boyfriend. I'm not gay!" lies.

"Sure, tell that to Josh." A rather swot of a boy that he asked out probably around middle of last school year. They are in a rather close relationship. Josh doesn't approve of the constant reign of terror he thrusts upon others, but to fit in with the other jocks.

"How do you know him" I shrug not feeling like I should explain my self to such a monstrosity to humanity. "Tell me you little dick!!!!" He lets go of Matt taking a swing at me. I side step dodging the punch. "I swear if you tell any one-"

"What? Are you gonna put me in a locker?" I say charmingly walking off flipping up the collar on my coat. He throws another punch at me. Unfortunately he didn't miss this one making Me fall to the ground. Matt runs to my side ready to defend me, but he is as useful as mycroft would be in this situation. The jock throws Matt into a locker to then walk back to me taking a few more punches at me until I'm curled up in pain. That dosnt stop me from regaining my footing keeping my hands up in attept to block the next few hits. He uppercuts making Me fall onto my back.

"Still think you're so 'cool'?" He rhetorically questions me As he lifts his fist about to punch me again. Samantha pushes through the crowd that was watching the fight play out to then run in between me and him.

"If you want to get to sherlock you have to go through me."

"Do you not think I'll hit a girl."

"Well if you hit me I'm just gonna hit you back three times as hard."

"Like that will happen." He spat out as he raises his fist to hit Samantha out of the way, but before he can do anything she kicks him in the spot making him fall to the ground shriviling up in pain.

"Imbecile." She mumbles under her breath and then turns around kneeling down next to me placing a hand on my shoulder giving me a questionable/reassuring smile.

"I'm-I'm fine" I manage to say through the pain.

"Sure you are" she retorts sarcastically. Mr. Coulson comes pushing through the crowd taking in the sight.

"What happened here?" Matt still recovering from being thrown into a locker speaks up.

"We just got into a minor misunderstanding... nothing we couldn't handle..." Samantha giggles to her self. Coulson on the other hand gives him a 'really' look and then glances over to me.

"I want to see all of you in my office. Including you Ryan." So the jocks name's Ryan. Typical.

Samantha's POV

After we finally cleared the hole ordeal with that jock, Ryan. I went to math then literature then finally lunch. I walked into the cafeteria grabbed a plate of... not sure if it even qualifies as food then looked around hoping to spot a familiar face.

"Hey Samantha!" Hearing them makes me quickly spin around to see who it is...

"don't mean to startle you." The ginger twins.

"Hey" I smile politely at the two.

"How's your first day goin'?" George says.

"Fine"

"Bloody brilliant I would say." Fred chimes in.

" Yea, second period in and you already beat up a bloke" they start to finish each others sentences.

"Not just any bloke. Ryan Tyler."

"One of the most popular in the school"

"I'd say he got it comin' for him"

"He strikes fear into everyone he lays eyes on."

"Yea, and you took him out in one blow."

"Bloody amazing, you are." I'm not quite sure what to say so I stick with a one word response.

"Thanks..." the two boys smile widely at me.

" you've earned your white to sit with us, right Fred?"

"Yea. We can teach you a couple of tricks that we've learned through the years." They speak so fast I can barley fit a word in.

"Like our skiving snack boxes which include:"

"fainting fancies, puking pasties, nosebleed nougat, and fever fudge"

"Still a work in progress" I cut in when I see Sam walk in with dean.

"all that sounds great. Now if you'll excuse me" I walk away towards the table Sam and Dean are seated at. The gingers are still indulged in a conversation about something called weasley wizard weazes. I shrug it off and go to sit with the two Winchester.

Lunch went by rather quickly and I continued through the rest of my schedule: astronomy, PE, government, and then history. I know loads of people in my history class making it my favorite. I sat in between John and Sam. Sherlock sat next to John. Chris and Bucky sat in the back of the class together with Lillian and Nathaniel. Grace and dean both took this class as well because they are in regulars while the rest of us I suppose are in AP. There were two other boys that I have not seen before, Peter and Albert. Then the teacher walks in announcing himself. "Erm, hello class I'm Mr. Singer and I'm your history teacher for this year." He had a rather gruff voice.

"Hey Bobby." Dean said obviously he knew the man and was playing around with him, but he was having None of it and just gave dean a look of annoyance and he shut up.

"To start this school year off we are gonna learn about the wendigo. Read the pages 807-815 in the book you'll find under your desk. When you're done just... uh... talk to your friend." After instructing us what to do he started reading a book of his own. The title was something along the lines of biblical myths.

I could hear sherlock mumbling things under his breath like 'this is upsurge' 'it's a bloody myth' ' couldn't you at least waste my time on something realistic?' John would always nudge him and scold him to shut up and just read the pages. After I finished I started conversation up with Sam and Dean... Well mostly Sam because dean was busy trading nasty looks with Grace.

"What happened the two of them? It was just yesterday they were both swooning over each other" Sam questions the twos actions. I giggle a bit.

"This is Grace now playing hard to get." Sam giggles as well.

"Yea, well we all know dean isn't used to having to work to get a girl."

"But it's impossible!" Sherlock shouts at John.

"It doesn't matter what you think, sherlock! We were told to read these pages so you bloody read them!" John shouts back clearly annoyed at sherlock's childish behavior. Sam and I turn our attention to the two and Sam whispers to me.

"They're acting like a old married couple."

"I ship it." I whisper back and we break out into a laughter making sherlock turn his attention to us. Thankfully he just roles his eyes and sits in silence for the rest of the class clearly annoyed with everyone. John joined in our conversation.

History was over and Sam and I walked back to pur dorms together. Once I entered my dorm saying goodbye to Sam I see Lily sitting on her bed surrounded by her homework with a confused look plastered onto her face. "You okay?" Question her.

"Why the hell do I have to find x!? I see no point!!!"

"...okay..." I flop onto my bed and take out my home work and start working on it hearing Lily groan in confusion and occasionally throwing her calculator at a wall.

Day one complete.

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