Young Sherlock

This was a short story that I had to write for english class. I thought that it would be a good start for a first upload.

published on March 07, 201511 reads 9 readers 5 not completed

The game is a Foot

Mr. Holmes glowered down at his two children from behind his dark

wooden desk. His boys named Mycroft and Sherlock stared wide eyed back up at him yearning for the dreaded silence to end. Mr. Holmes let them suffer a moment longer before inquiring rather loudly, "Do either of you want to explain why our newest housekeeper quit this morning?" Sherlock suddenly felt very small standing in a room with his overly annoyed father next to his older brother who was clearly more frightened than he was. Well, Sherlock guessed he might not be clearly frightened,  but surely anyone else would notice that Mycroft's breathing was much faster than Sherlock's own. Or that his brother's habit had kicked in and his fingers were nervously tapping 'Help me' in morse code on his leg. But more scared onot, Mycroft was his brother and Sherlock had to help him.  
       Both boys hated every nanny, babysitter, and housekeeper that came to call. They bearly ever saw their father and every time another caretaker quit their father had to watch them until he could find a replacement. It had become a great game for Sherlock and he regularly enjoyed terrorizing the house keepers, being only the age of seven. Mycroft, who was soon turning fourteen, only got rid of them because he thought himself old enough to take care of both him and Sherlock by himself.
      The most recent housekeeper had only started three days ago, fifteen days before Christmas, but Sherlock had already memorized her pattern. When she woke up, when she took a shower, when she served them their meals, when she dusted, vacuumed, cleaned, and mopped; when she came up stairs to get his laundry and when she went to the market every Friday. So with the help of Mycroft, they divised a plan to make her quit. Sherlock knew she hated bloody, gross things after she almost fainted when he rode his bike into a light pole and got a cut on his forehead that bled into his eye. That morning they had put a body in the shower. It wasn't a real dead body, of course, but only a fake that they got with the help of Mycroft's connections. However, it was so realistic that the moment that the housekeeper saw it, she packed her bags and left. She didn't even stop to collect her last paycheck.
      After Sherlock explained all this to his father, Mr. Holmes sighed deeply, "I don't know what to do with you boys anymore, so I've decided not to hire any more nannies."
      "Does that mean that I'm old enough to watch Sherlock now?" Mycroft stammered.
      "No! Mr. Holmes snapped. "It means I'm sending you to St. Angie's, that boarding school we were talking about, as soon as school starts."
       After their talk with their father the boys went to the library room. There Sherlock practiced his violin and Mycroft reorganized the books. Both boys were thinking about St Angie's. Finally after Sherlock missed almost half the notes in his song and Mycroft  finished re-reorganizing the library Sherlock set his violin down and asked, why does father frighten you so much? Nothing frightens me Mycroft replied. Except every thing Sherlock mumbled under his breath. Then Sherlock sighed and started walking in circles around his music stand. On about the fifth time around he noticed a glitter out of the corner of his eye. By the sixth circle he pinpointed its location and stopped. He looked were the glitter had come from and there in between to large books was a small brown journal with Sherlock written in silvery letters on the spine. What in the world he started when he pulled it out. The front of it was blank so he fliped through it. There was only one entry it stated look outside Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock looked out the single large window in his homes library and saw detective inspector smiths car pull up onto his driveway. Mycroft he said were we expecting company? No Mycroft replied who's here... Mycroft's sentence dropped off when he looked out the window.  What in the world is smith doing here? I could ask you the same question Sherlock said.
         Both boys could tell that smith was stressed probably over a case. Which would be why he was here. Mr smith and Mr Holmes were good friends and Mr Smith usually talked about work with their father over tea on Wednesdays ,but today was Sunday, so mr smith probably needed mr Holmes help. The brothers followed their father out to the driveway to meet him. "Jackson" Mr. Holmes exclaimed happily thrusting out his hand, "what brings you here?" Jackson Smith did not shake his hand. Instead he looked gravely into his eyes and said "my dear friend I need your help." Why don't you come inside mr Holmes said, and all four of them walked in side together.   Mycroft Sherlock why don't you go up stairs while mr smith and I talk. But I want to know what is going on Sherlock exclaimed. Sherlock mr Holmes barked do as your told! As the boys walked up the stairs they heard mr smith call no wait come back down you might be able to help. They turned around and walked back down the stairs wondering what this was all about and entered the parlor. Then mr smith told his story. There's been a kidnapping, or I should say that there's been several kidnappings twelve to be exact all at the same time. There was no sight of breaking and entering, actually there weren't any clues except at one house we found a peace of paper with the word Avery on it. it was behind the wall paper out of sight. The only problem is we don't know what Avery means. Who was kidnapped mr Holmes asked   Thomas Blackworth, Bradley Hase, Harrison Dillard Adam Herald, John Sparrow, John Watson, Madison Wells, Jodie Spree, Emily Hoist ,Alexandra Rivers, Jasmine Gardener, and Hollie Prep. There's no relations between them? Mycroft asked. The only relation we could find is is their age group they range from seven to nine no younger no older. In wich chlid's home did you find the paper? This time it was mr Holmes. "John Watson's." six boys and six girls Mycroft remarked. None of them named Avery mr smith said. Sherlock who and been quiet for some time suddenly snapped in a very exasperated tone well of corse none of them are named Avery because Avery is a circus you know Avery's three ringed circus Christmas spectacular on Christmas Day twelve days from now. Wich is probably why there were twelve kidnappings instead of two or five or nine come on people! Haven't you ever heard the song the twelve days of Christmas? Then Sherlock through himself back into his chair haveing said all he needed to to prove his point leaving the adults to figure out he was right. How in the name of all things good and mighty did you know that! Mr smith said astonished I listened Sherlock replied. There's no time to loose were is this circus going to be? In the arina next to marlin hall. There's no time to loose mr smith said again as he raced out   Of Holmes' house leaped into his car and speed down their driveway. Are we just going to watch him go? Mycroft asked,  and the Holmes family raced to join the chase to find the Christmas kidnapper.
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SonofArathorn
sorry about all the mistakes... I had no idea this was my first copy untell i posted it...my mistake...
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on March 09, 2015
Masubii_Chan
Oh cool! I love Sherlock!! :3
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on March 08, 2015
MockingjayDistrict
I love Sherlock! I read the books, and the show on BBC is amazing. I can't wait for you to add more to the story!
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SonofArathorn
I absolutely love the BBC show! I am totally Sherlocked!... he he giggle giggle.
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MockingjayDistrict
Awesome! It's so wonderful to meet another fan.
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