My Class Is Weird (Sherlock, DW, Merlin and lots of other things: fanfic)

Is it the end of the day?

Omg we're finally here guys . . . the end :'( try not to cry or anything or hunt me down and string me up and torture me  or anything psychotic like that :)

I hope you like the ending and thanks ever, ever so much for reading, it means a lot to me :) Enjoy . . . ~X~

As we walked to form I kept thinking that it couldn't be the end of the day already, could it?

Unfortunately it was and although I was happy it was over I was also sad that I'd have to wait until tomorrow to see everyone again.

Mrs Faye met us at the door of the form room and welcomed us in with her cheery smile, then stopped me.

"How was your first day?" She chirped with a happy smile.

I nodded, "It was good, thank you for asking." I said politely.

"Ah good," She mused, "I knew you'd get on just fine!" She beamed.

I nodded then went to the seat that I'd started my day sat in: in between John and Sherlock.

I sat down heavily and smiled when John pulled a funny face.

"So, you enjoyed it then?" He asked.

I beamed, "It's been great. Better than any school I've been too before!"

John chuckled, "We aim to please."

I laughed then turned around when Tessa leaned over her desk to tap my shoulder.

"Here," She handed me a slip of paper with a number scribbled on it, "You can text me tonight if you're not busy. We could chat about A Tale of Two Cities!" I laughed and took the number, "Do you want mine?"

"Go on then," She laughed as I tore off a scrap of paper and scribbled my number down.

She smiled at it, looking pleased then sat back in her seat.

"Phone number exchange!" Clara chirped, bounding over to my desk and placing a pretty piece of purple note paper there with a grin.

I laughed, tore off the bottom of the note and scribbled down my number for the second time.

Then a third time for John.

And a fourth time for Steve.

And a fifth time for Merlin.

I thought I'd finished when Loki cleared his throat, "Not like I'm bothered or anything but you can have mine, you know, just in case you're dying or something." He passed the scrap of paper to me.

I laughed, "I'll make sure it's on my speed dial," Then passed him a bit with my number on which he stuck in his pocket, winked and sauntered off.

I felt like a celebrity.

When the bell went it was as if I wasn't going to be in school tomorrow. I received hugs off Clara and Tessa and even a shoulder bump from Tony.

"Well, see you tomorrow," John said with a smile and a wave. I waved back to him then looked down at my phone screen when it lit up.

It was mum: I'll be late picking you up :( sorry love! It will be around 4:00-ish. Love you! :) xxx

I sighed, she usually did this.

I wondered where in the school would be available for me to wait an hour.

I decided the library was a safe bet and trudged my way there, only asking for directions once from a nerdy looking kid with a massive cello case.

I walked into the small room and smiled at the shelves and shelves of books that greeted me.

"Can I help you?" A man said from behind the desk. He was old with long grey hair and little half-moon spectacles perched on the end of his nose, which he could look over with wise old eyes. His smile was warm and welcoming though.