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Zephyr's spot was by the back fence of the campus, so no one noticed when two young boys went behind the tall shrubs the kept the fence from view. "are you sure about this Henri?" Zephyr was tugging at the tie of his school uniform, which had been issued the day before. "Of course I am!" Sherlock replied, exasperated. "John's a doctor, he works at a clinic!" Sherlock put his coat over the top of the fence and started to climb, protecting himself from the uneven tips. "Come on Zephyr!" he said from the other side, as zephyr hesitated, then hoped the fence. Sherlock jumped up and grabbed his long oat and stuffed it in his bag. " Zephyr, you

There wasn't much talking that day at the bus stop. Sherlock was both happy and sad about that. " Zephyr, did something happen to you when you got home from school yesterday?" Zephyr looked as if Sherlock had pulled him from a whole other world. "what?" he said, quietly his mouth hanging open as if he was surprised. " what happened when you got home from school yesterday?" a look of alarm crossed Zephyr's face and he looked at a large tour bus passing by. " nuthin'" he said. The short answers were starting to annoy Sherlock now. " then why do you have that bruise on your face?" he said, somewhat meanly. Zephyr looked at him as if he was

Do excuse any terrible mistakes, my processor is acting up. As soon as John had gotten Sherlock home, he set him on the couch and covered him with a blanket. His first day of school had been hell, but he had managed to make a friend. About twenty minutes passed, then John decided that Sherlock need to wake up or he wouldn't sleep tonight at his bed time. "Sherlock, come on wake up." he saw Sherlock's shoulder rise and fall, then Sherlock whimpered that his face hurt. John had forgotten that could have been a problem, so he went to the freezer and pulled out some frozen peas. "here, put this on you face." Sherlock obeyed, wincing as the pea

"Henri!" Sherlock jumped at the teacher stared at him pointedly. All the other children were staring at him over their class reading books, while he had fallen asleep on his science book. "what seems to be going on here? Your first day and class and you try and sleep it away? Do you think your smarter than the rest of us?" Sherlock mouth twitched into a little smile, his eyes gleaming triumphantly he answers the teacher with all the dignity a seven year old has to offer. "I certainly do." he said quite plainly, staring dead into the teacher's eyes until she looked away. "Well, if you are so clever, and you slept through Maths Lesson" she p

John readied Sherlock's lunch as the disgruntled and angry boy prepared himself for the first day of school, which he has ensured John would be agonizing...about twelve times. "I honestly don't understand why I have to go to school, I'm already far more advanced than all the other children my age!" he sat with his elbows on the table, head in his small hands, face twisted with frustration and anger. " Well," john sighed " it's not my fault you...you... what did you do to yourself, exactly?" the process of how Sherlock had been a thirty seven year old man one moment, and a seven year old the next still left him perplexed. "I was attempting