DayDreaming

    Here i will write all of my day dreams and my hopes. And i will write them as if they were stories because i love stories. Especially love, mystery and supernatural stories. I dunno't think that i will be writing anything very long stories but you never know. So the first story is going to be about a girl how was very very smart and she didn't know why or where her intelligence came from. Enjoy!

  No one understands me. Everybody, even my parents are too stupid for me. School is boring because i know already everything they teach us. I'm only doing it for my parents. They are worried that something is wrong with me! I don't blame them. It is weird for an 15 soon 16 year old to know how everything was born and how our neighbours dog died. What? It was a lot funnier and more difficult that ANYTHING at school.  Anyways. I have been thinking that some one in my family has to be as smart as me. But i had already met all of my family and relatives and none of them are like my. But yesterday i found it. A clue that i have been waiting for my whole life. My mother has two brothers that she has never told me about. Of course i tried to do an DNA test but the doctors didn't let me without my parents permission. So i did what i had to do. No more for my parents. This time i'm doing something. For me.  
       I waited nicely until i turned 16. Today i left Scotland and came to London. I need to find answers. When i stepped out from the airport the first thing i do is star to analyse people. It's a natural thing for me. I see so much more now. Suddenly i fall. Someone has bumped into me. '' Ou so sorry miss. Here let me help you''. A friendly voice speaks. I look up and i nice, small, man was offering me his hand. I grab on it and he pulls me up. '' Are you alright?''- he asks me. I look at him and analyse him. A doctor and a soldier. Interesting. '' Wait what did you just do?''- the man asks me. ''What?''- i reply.'' John! ''. The man turned around towards the shouter. John. That's his name. '' Just wait here for a minute''. The man that called him looks weird. He has a fancy jacket, kinda curly hair. They are talking about me. The weird man looks towards me. He walks up to me. I try to analyse him but it's harder to analyse him. '' What can you read about me?''- he asks. '' What? ''- how did he know?
'' Tell me. What can you read about me ''. I wounder for a while then i take another look at him.'' You don't clean in your house. No pets. Blood on your coat but no yours. Hair on your jacket, yours and i assume his ''- i look at the man named John. '' Where did you learn that? ''- the man asks me. '' Didn't. I have always known how to do that''. '' Interesting. What's your name and what are you doing here and... Where are your parents? ''.'' My name is Georgie. I'm looking for someone and they are in Scotland ''. '' Well you are in luck Georgie. I can help you find the person you are looking for. Name is Sherlock Holmes, detective. Do you have a place to live? ''. '' I'm not going to stay here. I'm going to live here.''

To be continued...