I stared at the man in front of me. Why am I here? "Miss Griffin, we have had these meetings for the last two weeks. Every time you come here you just sit and watch the clock. Why did you start coming here again?

"Friends are worried about me."

"What makes them worried about you? Is because of him?"

The man knew why I was here. He knew why their worried. I could see his note from here. "You know why I'm here! You know it's because of him!"

"Maybe we should start with what happened to him?"

"What happened to him?! He killed himself that what happened! My friend, my dearest friend had killed himself."

"Do you know why he did it?"

"People for the last few weeks have been calling him a fake. He is anything but a fake. Sherlock Holmes is a great man! People who have called him a fake have never met the man or are just too scared to believe in such wonderful man like him. He was never as heartless as some say he was, he was a little when he was younger."

"Why don't you tell me about how you first met and your childhood together? It will help with my understanding of yours and Mr Holmes relationship."

"Fine but it a long story"

...

It was the summer and I had just turned 8years old. Unlike most children at that age, I was sitting inside with a book. I was at my grandmother's house as my mother was at work. My book was getting to the end when my older brother Ryan came in and grabbed the book out of my hand.

"Hey Geek, why you reading a book with such big words in it. Isn't too hard for your little brain."

He's two years older than me but treats me like I'm 3year old. "For one it a good book, two I can read better than you. And three stop calling me Geek!"

Just before he could think of a comeback my grandmother walked in to the room. "Polly no raising your voice in my house. Ryan stop being horrible to you baby sister. Now Polly dear you friend Channy is at the back door waiting for you."

I grabbed the book out of my brother's hand and started to put on my shoes. "Ok tell her I'll be there in 2 seconds."

"Ok sweetheart, but no bring your book with you."

So I went outside and saw Channy sitting at the stairs. Her long black curly hair and her dark green eyes. Made her stand out in a crowed. "Hey Polly, no book today."

"No but I wished I had one with me."

"Well good because I got you one."

"Oh thank you Channy. You the cool person ever."

"Well you know me. By the way there are new people moving into Miss Brown's old house. I think their using it as a holiday home."

"A holiday home in Scotland. Are they for real, it rains more than 200days out of the year."

"Aye and how do you know it rains that much. Wait I don't want to know. So do you want to go see the new people?"

"Ok but I want to race."

"Fine after three. One. Two. THREE!"

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