I am floating. I'm not breathing, living. Just floating. Then suddenly I'm falling, falling, into a void of nothingness, but suddenly I hear a voice. A deep booming voice, yelling my name...

"Samantha. Samantha! SAMANTHA!"

My eyes snapped open. 14 angry eyes stared at me, the 14th belonging to my teacher.

"Who do you think you are, falling asleep in class! I will not tolerate this sort of behaviour, and this is the second time you've done it this week! Go straight to the head teachers office now. You better be there, I'll be checking!" He'd had yelled at me a dozen times before, but this time he seemed angrier than usual. I nearly tripped over my chair in my haste to get out, grabbing my bag as I went.

The head's office was over the other side of school, and the cold December air crept through my jacket as I jogged across the grounds. I hated my school. All the posh kids walking around, the teachers expecting you to do exactly as you're told. All the school meals had that posh look about them, and you got like two specks of food on the plate. This school is meant to be a posh private school. It's poisonous.

As I got nearer the reception, I broke into a run, feeling the cold air rushing against my face. I was nearly at the reception when suddenly-

"Yes I know Sherlock, but how-whoa! What?"

I looked up and saw two men. One had greying hair, and looking a bit like a teddy bear. The other one was my father.

"Dad!" I exclaimed. "Who's this? Another assistant?"

Sherlock glanced at his companion, then said: "This is Doctor John Watson. John, this is my daughter, Samantha."

"You have a daughter? How come you never told me this?" John looked around, waiting for someone to explain.

I decided to speak up.

"Da- sorry, Sherlock doesn't like anyone to know because I'm meant to be cleverer than him. He can only do that thing with the deduction thingy but with me it's as if I can read peoples minds. I can't of course, I just notice more than he does, like, I know that you got here by taxi, and that under that jumper you're wearing a green t-shirt with deep blue stripes on it, and that Sherlock only came here at this time because he hoped I would be in class, but he didn't know that I got in trouble so yeah, and judging by the length of the bags under your eyes you went to bed at..." here I stopped for a few seconds, then exclaimed: "2:00. And then you couldn't sleep so you got a glass of water and fell asleep at 4:00. Sherlock played the violin from 10 till midnight two nights ago, and for lunch you had a cheese and onion omelette. And that's only half of what I can do."

John looked slightly confused.

"How can she know that? She's eleven years old! Sherlock, is she really cleverer than you? I mean, your meant to be the world's cleverest person or something, and-"

Sherlock cut him off.

"Have you forgotten my brother, Mycroft? Or Moreyati? Both of them are as clever as me, if not cleverer. Samantha merely has a different way of portraying her... cleverness. She is, after all, a pacifist."

John looked even more confused. "How did she get in trouble then?"

I answered. "I fell asleep in class. And can you stop talking as if I'm not there? It's really irritating."

"Ok," he said in a very confused voice. He frowned."How come Sherlock shares a flat with me? Shouldn't he be looking after you or something?"

"She insists that she looks after herself," Sherlock explained. "I put money in her bank account, while she lives a free life on her own."

John had more questions. "What about her mother? Where's she?"

I didn't answer, because let's face it, I frankly didn't know.

AN: Sorry I turned samantha into a mary sue but this is my first proper story so please give some advice in the comments. Thanx