I hated school. I hated people and I hated school. I just wanted to stay home and solve all kinds of crimes,with my eyes closed.
I rememebered getting home from my first day at school.
"Daddy, school is so boring, everybody is so stupid, and they do all these weird stuff, and they look at me weirdly whenever I just know things..." I had told my father. Sherlock Holmes had looked up from his book and scanned me with a single gaze. I knew he noticed my poorly dressing, I knew he noticed, I hadn't brushed my teeth, and I most certainly did also know, that he wouldn't let me skip school in any near future. He knew just as well as me, that I needed none of what school could teach me, but Mary and John had insisted that both me and Jared went. In different schools, so that logic failed a lot. But Sherlock trusted the two of them, and insisted, I went to school. That it might be good for me to try getting my selfconfidence raised a tiny bit. I hated everything about my self. My dark hair. Height. Age. Brain. Humor. Everything. Nothing was good enough. I wanted to be like my father, but I also did not want that. I wanted to be special, but I also wanted to be normal.
My head was complicated.
I was just sitting in the back of class starring at my exstremely stupid classmates with disinterest and dreamed about Mrs. Hudson's wonderfull cookies, when a girl sat down next to me. She smiled, and shaked my hand, but I was immediately suspicious.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," I answered, trying to make things out about her. This girl was indeed interesting. Not at all like the others. The way she spoke. Her looks. The ways she seemed just as bored as me, just as clever, and just as insane. My eyes scanned her.
Cereals for breakfast. That was quite surpricing. Seemed normal in some way.
Fingers cleaned, and nails cut short. Heavy cleanser, that was clear, the colour was bleached on a few spot on her dress. I normally only used that to get off stuff, that wasn't easy. Like ketchup, or blood etc.
My eyes fell on her beautiful green eyes.
Intelligent. I made out quickly. Noticed the way her shoelaces were bound.
Raised alone. I looked at her books and their covering. Raised by her father. My eyes fell on her dress and the colour of it. Only child.
Annoyed I shock my head. It wasn't very nice to analyze people, without a mission or a murder or something. People got frightened. If I wanted to, I could know anything about them. For instance I already knew that Cat's surname was not Howell. And that the two of us might have a lot more in common than it might look like. Not to mention actual looks. she was quite pretty, and I just had long, dark hair and boringly blue eyes. Her looks where intimidating. I was just the type of girl, they didn't even want in a crime-scene, because I looked like a normal little child. But I had never been normal.
"Okay, class!" The teacher spoke, and I lost interest in the girl, and fell back into my thoughts of how boring life was without crimes to solve. I wondered when my dad's arch enemy would pull out his next trick. But this time, I wanted to be the one who figured his plans first. "Today we are going to study William Shakespeare. Does anyone know the lines: If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in my arms." I sunk back in my chair and fell slowly into that state of mind, where I either got a brilliant idea, or fell asleep.