Chapters 1 of Sentimental Android

Chapter one: The freaks

 

Hello, the name is Robin Martius Holmes, son of Jonathan Holmes, who in turn in the son of Sherlock Holmes. The year? 2017. The day? March thirteenth. My latest case? Well, truth be told, it was actually the beginning of my first…

“Mrs. Hudson, please go away” I moaned, pulling the pillow over my head. She yanked it off, an old woman with blondish gray hair and piercing black eyes.

“Get up! Its a school day!” she hissed.

“Mrs. Hudson, I don’t attend school” I moaned, rolling on my side. She rolled me onto the floor, tossing me jeans, yanking apart one of the curtains. I screamed. “Careful! Careful, Mrs. Hudson!” She yanked over two more as I started getting back up, and I face planted.

“Lordy! Fifteen, and already you look like you’re a dead man walking” she sighed, helping me up.

“You’re not helping” I groaned as she got me a shirt. “And I don’t need to go to a bloody school.” She sighed.

“You aren’t going to be like your father! I won’t let you.” By that she meant I wouldn’t die during a case because I was a detective like he was. “Try being a scientist or something.” I moaned.

“I hate science.”

“Historian.”

“History is just a bundle of words plastered in a book.”

“Lawyer?”

“I’d be SURROUNDED by detectives!”

“Fireman?”

“You trust me to put out a fire?”

“Engineer?!”

“Please, I hate getting greasy.”

“Police?!”

“You trust me with a gun? Plus, its still detective work, only more dangerous.” She screamed, shoving me into the bathroom.

“I don’t give a s&)t what the f)@ck you are so long as it isn’t a consulting detective!”

“Language, Mrs. Hudson!” I gasped, rubbing the sleep out of green eyes.

I grabbed a brush, and combed out my short, cropped red hair. I grabbed the toothbrush with pallid fingers, and sighed. Boring, boring, boring. I got in the typical white shirt, and then pulled on the jeans, and sighed.

“Now, off to school!”

“But I haven’t eaten breakfast, or made a lunch, or taken any money” I protested as she shoved me out the door.

“Oh, relax! Now, off you go!” I sighed, walking towards my motorcycle. Fine, grandma. I got on the bike, and went to the only school that Mrs. Hudson wanted me to go to, Stuyvesant High in Ireland.

“Wow” one kid gasped as I drove the bike into a parking space. “Nice ride.” I didn’t know that he was going to be my best friend at that time, but I knew something about him. He was weird.

“Huh?” I turned around to see a boy with black hair and blue eyes, his tan merging into his skin. Almost as if it were natural for him. Almost. He wore small, thin glasses which suited him, and rested on the bridge of his nose, making him look smarter than me- though, that is impossible (of course).

“Hi, I’m Cody Blackwood” Cody said, shaking my hand. I nodded.

“Robin Holmes, at your service.”

“Wow! Holmes?! And you’re british, too!” he gasped, very enthusiastic. “Man, that is so cool!” I nodded, smiling sheepishly.

“Uh, thanks… Hey, you going here for school?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Yeah… You?”

“Yep… What classroom?”

“102.”

“Dido.”

“Cool! Do you know where to go?” he asked, and I laughed.

“Ah… No… And I don’t have anything, either” I chuckled. He didn’t get it. “Its my first day in school ever… I don’t know anything about this sort of thing” I admitted. His jaw dropped.

“You serious?” Cody asked. I nodded.

“Ah haha, yeah, fraid so…” He shook his head.

“Oh, you are SO screwed” he sighed.

“Um… Gee, thanks” I said. He walked ahead of me, and sighed.

“Look, you have to be careful, there are jerks around here. Okay?” I nodded, smirking. Dude, I’m going to have to deal with bullies eventually. I smiled, walking behind Cody, who led me to class.

 

I felt like I was getting stupider every second, suffocating in that boring old classroom, looking at the river beside the window. So. Flippin. Bored. I finally got out, and then sighed.

“Cody?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m done.” He smiled at me.

“Yeah, same. I feel like I’m slowly being killed.”

“Yep… I kinda wanna ditch” I sighed.

“But then we could all-” I thought.

“Can’t do it… I am so outta here.” I walked to my bike, and realized that there  were three others boxing in the black beauty with blue flames I drove every day.

“Robin, just get back to the cafeteria” Cody said, walking behind. “If we get caught b-” he saw the bikes, and froze. “Too late.” I heard people walking towards us, and smiled.

“Uh, Cody? Who are those guys?” I asked.

“The bullies…” I nodded.

“Yo, morons, whatcha doin to ouh bikes?” a guy asked. He was so freakin fat, and he was hideous. However, one just watched me with red hair and brown eyes, a thin smile over his lips.

“Uh, sorry, I just want my bike” I chuckled, and they laughed.

“Das ouh bike, now” the fat kid said.

“Really? I don’t think you pay for it” I replied, looking it over. “Yeah, no, don’t think so. Can you just pull out your bikes and give me mine back?” The redhead walked up, grabbing my shirt collar.

“You’re odd, runt, ya know that?” An Irish kid? I watched him, erring on the side of caution… Oh, what the hell? I smiled, and twisted his arm back.

“I hate pricks like you!” I said, laughing. “They piss me off SO bad!” He let out a gasp, Cody jumping. The fat kid grabbed the scrawny boy by the neck, choking him.

“Let mine go, I let yos go” he growled. I let the brit go, and waited as Cody dropped, wheezing.

“Man, this sucks” Cody moaned, and I smiled. The brit laughed at me, and then saw me, as if he recognized me.

“You’re a Holmes!” he exclaimed, laughing. I looked at him, trying to remember him.

“Do we know one another?” I finally asked.

“No” the brit chuckled, walking off. “Come on, lets leave him be.” I watched as the two moved their bikes out of my way, and left, and sighed in relief. Creepy.

“So… You’re going to ditch?” he asked, and I sighed.

“I need to find something to do. Go to the police, find a case, do something” I explained… Then I smirked. He was a good person. “But, if you want to hang out later, you can come over to my house” I said. He smiled.

“Seriously?”

“Why not? Its 221 B, come any time you want, just say you’re my friend” I answered, grabbing my helmet. “Where do you live?”

“I live right across the street. See? I’m that brick house right there with the rose garden in the front and the blue shutters.” It was a nice spot with a nice patio and porch, which made me happy for him. He smiled, and walked off. “Stay out of trouble, Holmes!” he called.

“Clearly you don’t know my family history” I chuckled. We were always in trouble, and being out of it was just plain old ridiculous. It just didn’t happen.

 

I walked into the police off, and what I got? Well, I got arrested for a bit, and when they realized who I was, they let me go, and tossed me all sorts of cases… All far too easy. Then they gave me another, a case of murders all focusing on stories. Some written by Edgar Allen Poe, others by my father, or Arthur Conan Doyle- Jon Watson in disguise- and even from some blogs that I had written, just as a sort of way to mess around.

“Well, odd” I sighed, closing my eyes, tired. Then there was this girl who fell inside, my age, with olive skin and brown hair, her eyes black and annoyed.

“Darn it” she yawned, stretching. Then she saw me, and flushed.

“Hi” I greeted. She waved, and picked up a file on the table which I hadn’t opened.

“May I?” she asked. I nodded, and sighed. She was cute, wearing a suit and purple ascot. I smiled at her, ruffling my hair.

“Ah, whats your name?” I asked her. She flushed.

“I’m Hazel… And you?”

“Robin… Why’re you here?”

“Oh… I’m trying to get some stuff done.”

“A girl like you? You’re so young” I noted.

“And you aren’t?”

“My family is exactly the same. Its in my blood.” She nodded.

“Yeah, mine too.” She sighed.

“Really? Which family do you belong to?”

“Yeah. I’m Moriarty” she answered. I didn’t know what to do.

“Uh… Robin… Holmes” I said, and she gasped.

“Oh thank God!” she exclaimed. “I am so sorry for all the trouble my family brought yours!” she said. I flushed.

“Huh?”

“We Moriartys have been horrible to you poor Holmes guys” she explained. “I don’t like it, so I’m sorry.” I didn’t get it.

“Shouldn’t you hate me?” I asked.

“Oh, God no!” she said, smiling at me. “Anything but! You’re grandfather is my idol! And your father!” I nodded.

“Why, thank you… So, you ditch school, too?”

“Yeah, it was just horrible, sitting through that. It felt like I was losing brain cells.” I laughed, nodding.

“Thats what I felt like!” I exclaimed, getting out of my seat. “Man, I’m so glad I met you!” She smiled, bowing.

“Pleasure is all mine!” I realized she needed a seat, and pointed at mine.

“Here, you have it” I said, smiling at her. She shook her head.

“You had it first.”

“But, you’re a girl” I replied, confused. She laughed.

“Ah, no, I’m a tomboy. So, ha. Take the chair.” I liked this girl.

“So… Whats your family like?” I asked her finally.

“Oh, we’re much nicer now. But, I don’t think it’ll last” she admitted. I nodded.

“Same… So, how is your grandfather?”

“Still sexist as always” she sighed. “He is yelling at me for being a girl.” I winced.

“Ooof. That sucks.” She shrugged.

“Well, its okay, he does try to make me feel at home… When he isn’t trying to gut me. For now I’m just trying to help the cops” she said. I nodded, smiling at her.

“Well, if you ever need a break, I’m free” I said. She smiled, and got out her phone.

“Whats your number?” she asked, and I freaked. She wanted my number.

“Ah, its 992-739-2029” I answered, watching as she typed it in. She smiled, and texted my phone.

=3, iz me I laughed, and texted her the =3 back.

“Okay, now we can talk… Oh, I should get home” she sighed, and I realized it was five twenty three.

“I’ll see you again… Tomorrow?” I asked, and she smiled.

“Sure.”

“Call me.”

“Okay.” I smiled, watching her walk out, flustered. Ah, first crush.

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