The pilot's voice sounded over the intercom announcing that the plane was now preparing to land. You let out a signed as you realised that soon you would be stepping of the plan and would officially be in Britain, or well England to be more exact. You wondered what you could have ever possibly done for you to be subjected to this torture.

You had never been to England before, hell you'd never even been in Europe before now. You were from the sunny shores of Malibu, California: a place that's all about sun, sea and sand. And now here you where, in a place that rained (on average) 200 days out of the year. How the hell had this happened? Oh yeah that's right, your dad that's why.

Your mum had died two years ago and your dad thought that you needed a new female role model in your life but as he 'never intended to love again' he thought that the best thing to do was send you of to live with your mothers only remaining family, her twin sister Jill: who you had never met before...

Your mother was originally from England but had quickly moved to New York at the age of nineteen in order to follow her dream of becoming an actress: which didn't happened. Instead she met your dad then had you two years later and eventually settled for being a stay at home mum.

It made you sad to think that your mum had never gotten to live out her dream before she died but it had made you realize that life was far too short for just sitting around. You have to live life to the full because any day could very well be your last.

This new revelation had caused you to become very impulsive, act first and think about the consequences later: it was probably why your dad thought you needed a new 'mother figure' in your life.

Once you were off the plane you had a difficult time finding your way through the airport, it all looked exactly the same to you but eventually you were able to retrieve your suitcase and find your way to the front exit were you had been told to wait on your aunt Jill. Which would have been a lot easier if you knew what she even looked like. You decided to sit down on a nearby bench as you could be waiting for a while.

As you sat there you began to wonder if she was even going to show up and if she was did she know what you looked like, or was she just as lost as you? You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you didn't see her approaching until she was standing directly in front of you.

"(Your name), right?"

She asked with a warm smile. She was pretty and looked a lot like your mum with the same soft features, heart shaped face and ice blue eyes. The only difference was that her hair was shorter than what your mums had been, though same in colour, and she was just a bit shorted than you remembered your mum been though that could just be the fact that you had grown taller in the last two year.

"Yeah that's right."

You smiled as you stood up and extended your hand to shake hers. Jill placed her hand in yours with a mischievous smile before she suddenly tightened her hand and pulled you into a hug, the first proper hug you'd had in years. You couldn't help but feel comfortable and safe in the woman's warm embrace. After a long moment Jill pulled away slightly, still keeping you in her arms and smiled at you, seemingly genuinely happy to see you and you decided in that moment that you likes her.

"Let's get you home"

she said in a happy, chirpy voice as she grabbed a hold of you hand steering you towards the exit. 'Home' you thought to your self with a smile as you let Jill drag you out the airport and into the dreary English air.

Jill lived in a two bedroom semi-attached house on the outskirts of London. The house was smaller than the one you had lived in with you dad but it was cozy, warm and inviting. Once you's were inside Jill lead you up the stared and to your room. Stopping just outside the door to cover your eyes so you couldn't peek. You laughed at the idiocy of it all but didn't have the heart to tell the woman to stop so you just when with the flow as Jill positioned you in the room before uncovering your eyes.

You let out an involuntary gasp when you saw your new room. it was perfect. Directly across from the door was a large double bed with a rose designed iron bed frame, the sheets on the bed, the wall directly behind it and the curtains that were draped around a large window on the wall to your right, were all the same shade of (fav colour). The other three walls were creamy in colour and there was a small black love seat beneath the window. All the rest of the furniture - a small dressing table, wardrobe with three drawers at the bottom and bookcase next the the couch were all mahogany wood and black surfaces.

"Do you like it?" Jill asked.

"I love it." You replied smiling at her.

Jill smiled her mischievous smile again as she took a hold of your hand and flung both of you onto the bed. God she was like a child you thought as you both burst into a fit of giggles.

You's lay there for a while, lost in your own thoughts and staring up at the cream celling, then Jill told you that she'd help you unpack and then you's would order some takeout.

As you both started to unpack you noticed that there were a few items of clothing in your wardrobe already. You took them out so as to get a better look at them: it was two white shirts, a black pleated knee length skirt, a black blazer with a purple rim, and a purple tie with a blue, purple and black badge. You had a very bad feeling as you looked down at the uniform. Turning around to where Jill was unpacking your cloths, you asked her what the uniform was for.

"For your new school silly."

Jill said starting to laugh before she caught a glimpse of your face.

"A uniform?"

You asked, glaring daggers at the items of clothing now lying on your bed. Back home you didn't wear a uniform to school unless you went to a privet school... Was it the same here? Were you going to a privet school? You asked Jill and she nodded with a small smile,

"I know the headmistress and she's agreed to offer you a place."

"Oh please dear god tell me it's not some stuck up all girls school run by nuns or something?"

You asks starting to panic. Jill burst out laughing at your question but then quickly recovered,

"All girls school, no. run by nuns, no and as for stuck up I'll let you be the judge of that."

You relaxed slightly at Jill's answer.

"When do I start?"

You asked hoping that it wouldn't be for another two or three weeks but there was no such luck,

"Tomorrow."

You sighed, great just great you thought to yourself rolling your eyes. Well if this was your only day of freedom you would make the most and enjoy it. You would worry about school tomorrow.

On the car ride to school the next day you were nervous about the day ahead. What if you didn't fit in here, what if everyone was suck up and they made your life a misery here?

"We're here."

Jill said stopping the car. You looked out the window to see a gigantic stone building that looked like it had been built in the 1800's. You let out another sign and ran a hand through your hair. This was going to be a long day you thought to yourself as you said goodbye to Jill and made your way into your new school grounds. Unsure on what to do as school hasn't started yet you decided to sit on a bench in the far corner of the school grounds: that was shaded by two trees.

Sitting there you were able to observe practically everyone in the school grounds while you were all but invisible to them. Closing your eyes you took a deep calming breath, come on (your name), you thought to yourself, you can do this, just take it one step at a time and you'll be fine.

"Your nervous."

The voice came from directly in front of you. You jumped slightly as your eyes flew open to meet a pair of sliver/green ones. For a moment you were lost on what to say but then you smiled slightly at the boy.

"Was it really that obvious?"

The boy smirked at you and then sat down next to you before replying,

"Obvious? It's practically coming off of you in waves, god I could sense it as soon as I walk through the gates."

You couldn't help but laugh at his remark.

"God I didn't realize it was that bad."

You said looking at the boy again smiling, he looked taken aback for a moment before finally smiling a small smile back.

He really was handsome; with curly black hair, sharp cheekbones, full pink lips and those hypnotic eyes. You wondered to yourself, how many hearts he must have broken at this school, what with those looks.

"Your not from around here." It wasn't a question, he knew.

"Again, that obvious?" You asked with a chuckle. He smiled a cocky smile: yeah defiantly a heartbreaker.

"Not as much but more obvious than the fact that you've never been anywhere like this before, you originally lived in California, you don't live with your parents anymore, maybe because you chose to or more likely because one of them died, probably your mother..."

The boy put his hand over his mouth and looked down. You where shocked how had he known any of that? After a few minutes you asked in a small voice,

"How did you know that?"

The boy looked up at you and your (eye colour) eyes locked with his. After another moment the boy let out a deep breath and explained how he knew all of that, apparently it had something to do with tan lines, the set of your shoulders and your hair. Once he was finished you took a minute to let the information sink in before turning back to him with a smile,

"That was extraordinary!"

Now it was his turn to look shocked,

"Really?" You let out a laugh.

"Of course it was! It was brilliant! Your brilliant." The boy smiled a wide, happy smile, showing off his teeth that seemed to gleam slightly in the sun.

The bell went and the two of you jumped to you feet,

"Come on." The boy said extending his hands. You smiled at him ask you placed your hand in his,

"Oh by the way..." He said tightening his grip on your hand slightly "...my names Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes."

"(Your name)"

He smiled at you before you's started running hand in hand towards the school building. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as you thought.