"I've told you to leave if you didn't want to work. I don't see why you've come back."
I stare at him annoyed "well excuse me if I got intrigued by something interesting."
"Sarcasm isn't welcome in this class Mr. Bronton." He sighs "leave now."
I salute him.
"Yes Sir!" I pick my bag up off the desk and walk straight out of the classroom. I sigh walking straight out of the school. "What should I do now?" I watch as a police car speeds past me. "Where's that going?"
"Hey! Don't stand in the middle of the path!"
I jump quickly moving back as a man of middle height runs past me. He is wearing a brown coat with a cream coloured jumper underneath. His hair is a sandy colour that doesn't seem to move much as the man runs past me.
I fall to the floor as the teacher barges past me, causing my facial expression to become confused.
He finishes putting his long navy coloured coat on and hails a taxi. He points towards the man who has just sped around the corner. The taxi takes off in pursuit of the man with sandy coloured hair. I push myself up off the floor, running off after them.
The taxi stops just around the corner giving me enough time to see him climb in as the car drives off again.
The window of the taxi winds down, the teacher pokes his head out of it.
"Can you go any faster? We have a rather annoying child chasing us and shouting at us."
I slow down slightly as he rolls his eyes, pulling his head back into the taxi. They round the corner, I look down the alleyway realising where it ended. I sprint down the alleyway, jumping over a few boxes which are left out. The shortcut ends as the taxi pulls up. The two men get out of the car, the teacher glancing at me. I spot Lestrade's car parked up and head up to the gates.
I turn to him as he walks up to me.
"Aren't you supposed to be in sch-"
"He told me my lessons were boring so I sent him out. Now" he waves a hand dismissively. "Go away. I don't need another idiot contaminating my crime scene."
"Alright then James, let's get you back to school."
I stand there frozen for a second as I read the sign. "That place...that-"
Lestrade looks at me confused.
"That's where my mother's buried....what's going on?"
"Nothing" he replies to me, nervously adjusting his collar.
"Don't lie, I can tell by the way that you're adjusting your collar that something isn't right."
Lestrade shakes his head in disbelief as the sandy haired man approaches us.
"This is no place for a child!" He sees me and stops suddenly. "Is this...?"
Lestrade nods. "James Bronton, meet Dr. John Watson."
We shake hands and I turn my attention towards Lestrade as he clears his throat to get our attention.