LilRed
* i got a skele-ton done today
"I don't know why you're making such a fuss," Mycroft had said lightly, taking a sip of his coffee. "I thought you didn't like your private tutors."
"Doesn't mean I want to go to school," I'd said sharply, glowering. The coffee shop was bustling with activity, as usual- so irritating. "I'm not having a roommate. I'm not making friends. And I'm definitely not staying there long."
"Stop being difficult. You could at least try," Mycroft had sighed, shaking his head.
"What's the point? What's the point in 'trying' when everyone's a dullard?" I'd scowled, defensive.
"Sherlock, Mummy's worried. You're seventeen years old with no friends to speak of. This'll be good for you. Just make one friend. That's all you need to do."
"I don't 'need' to do anything."
"Then consider it a challenge... Get someone to tolerate your existence, at the very least. The closest thing to a friend you can get." Mycroft had grinned, and I knew he was manipulating me, getting me to do what he wanted, I knew- but what can I say? I can't turn down a challenge.
So that's how I wound up here on Monday morning, first day of school. Sat in the back of chemistry class, alone, watching all the other teenagers laugh and interact with ease. The challenge isn't as easy as I thought it'd be. I've been trying, but my deductions have not been well received by my peers. I ran a hand through my dark curls, frustrated.
You could say I'd messed up the one interaction I'd had with my deductions. Some girl called Donovan had approached me, and long story short, I ended up exposing her relationship with a senior called Anderson, who was already seeing another girl at the minute. Needless to say, she wasn't happy- and I appear to have earned the title of 'freak' in the classroom already.
My eyes flickered across the room appraisingly, searching. It shouldn't be so hard. Just one friend in a classroom full of people. I could do it. One of these bumbling idiots would like me.
... Right?
"Doesn't mean I want to go to school," I'd said sharply, glowering. The coffee shop was bustling with activity, as usual- so irritating. "I'm not having a roommate. I'm not making friends. And I'm definitely not staying there long."
"Stop being difficult. You could at least try," Mycroft had sighed, shaking his head.
"What's the point? What's the point in 'trying' when everyone's a dullard?" I'd scowled, defensive.
"Sherlock, Mummy's worried. You're seventeen years old with no friends to speak of. This'll be good for you. Just make one friend. That's all you need to do."
"I don't 'need' to do anything."
"Then consider it a challenge... Get someone to tolerate your existence, at the very least. The closest thing to a friend you can get." Mycroft had grinned, and I knew he was manipulating me, getting me to do what he wanted, I knew- but what can I say? I can't turn down a challenge.
So that's how I wound up here on Monday morning, first day of school. Sat in the back of chemistry class, alone, watching all the other teenagers laugh and interact with ease. The challenge isn't as easy as I thought it'd be. I've been trying, but my deductions have not been well received by my peers. I ran a hand through my dark curls, frustrated.
You could say I'd messed up the one interaction I'd had with my deductions. Some girl called Donovan had approached me, and long story short, I ended up exposing her relationship with a senior called Anderson, who was already seeing another girl at the minute. Needless to say, she wasn't happy- and I appear to have earned the title of 'freak' in the classroom already.
My eyes flickered across the room appraisingly, searching. It shouldn't be so hard. Just one friend in a classroom full of people. I could do it. One of these bumbling idiots would like me.
... Right?
