I have the next three classes with Sherlock. Science is next, and Sherlock obviously knows a lot about it.
"Welcome back. Now I'm sure you all remember what we learned before break, but lets have an overview, shall we?" The class groans in almost perfect unison.
Every question, the new student answers. I thought I knew a lot about Science. Now I'm starting to reevaluate my skill level. Class takes forever to dismiss. When it does, I walk with Sherlock to our next class.
"So, what school did you go to before this one? How do you learn so much?"
Sherlock rolls his eyes, "I was homeschooled by my brother Mycroft. But Mycroft wanted to go to proper school, so we are now both going here. And I'm glad."
"Oh? So genius runs in the family I guess."
A small smile creeps up on Sherlock's face.
"I'm pretty good at art, though," I add
"Lets see about that!" He grabs my hand and leads me running through the hall. I feel awkward holding hands with him, but I soon forget that as I laugh, wind whistling in my ears. The walk to the art room takes half as long.
The teacher greets me as I walk in, this time sitting next to Sherlock.
"Today, we are going to do basic sketches. Nothing too extravagant, just think of an object and draw it. It can be anything from a person, to a lamp. Begin."
My hand flies across the paper, doing many parts of the drawing at a time. I draw a basic, first grade drawing of a flower pot, but then I shade the drawing and add detail to make it more realistic, my speed going from slow to fast. I'm proud of the end result. The teacher appreciates it as well.
"Very good once more, John." She smiles, "How would you like to participate in the art show going on this weekend.
"I... I would love to."
"Great!"
Sherlock is still drawing, and won't let me see what's on his paper. Eventually he puts his pencil down and stares at what he has just accomplished. The teacher looks over his shoulder, and holds back a laugh.
"Very- very good." She turns away so she can collect her bearings, and then looks at it again. I'm still confused to what it is. She looks at me, then holds the drawing in her hand.
"Sherlock, I imagine you would not like to share this with the class?" He nods
What could be so bad he wouldn't want to share it?
Class ends, sadly, but before I leave with Sherlock, the art teacher asks to speak with Sherlock, "Go ahead , John. I'll give him a note."
The day goes by and I only see Sherlock again at the end of school.
"Nice first day?" He nods, "Well I'll see you tomorrow, then."
And I do, sit next to him in every class and we spend break together again. The next day as well. And throughout the week I have broken up with Jenny, met Mycroft, became really good friends with Sherlock, and acquired a new friend Greg. The art show is going to be the best part, though.
