the wolf kid

by GRYFFINDOR123456


a guide to not over reacting to Conan Doyle

I walked in to English. I was lucky that Gilda wasn’t in my set, she was in the set below me. She’s a dumbass at English. I set my bag on the seat next to Twilight.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hi, Sunset,” said Twilight.

“Sign of Four?” I asked. “Is that the story where Sherlock and Watson discover a crime with Small and Tonga?”

“Absolutely!” cried Ms Cheerilee. “Well done, Sunset!”

I blushed. “Thanks, miss.” i whispered.

“Well,” said Ms Cheerilee, “Today we will be reading the story out. Micro Chips, you’re Sherlock. Twilight, Watson. Sunset, Small and Tonga, Fluttershy, you’re Mary Morstan. Applejack, you’re the Sholtos and Arthur Morstan. Rarity, you’re Mrs Bernstone and Cecil Forrester and Mrs Hudson. And Flash, you’re Athleney Jones.


“Okay...” said Fluttershy.

The hour long english lesson passed.

The bell rang, as we ran out of the class room for recess.