It was the middle of February and I was freezing cold. I was walking to school when Samantha called out to me from behind. In a playful tone, she said, "Hey Watson."
I sighed and said, "It's James."
She caught up to me and smiled, "Well, I want to call you Holmes, but Sheryl wouldn't like that."
I didn't now if that was a compliment or not.
Before I could respond, Sheryl showed up as well, walking up to us woozily. In a flat, tired tone, she greeted us, "Hi guys."
Samantha, concerned, asked, "Sheryl! What's wrong?"
In the same flat, tired tone, she said "It's Holm-" before coughing.
"Sheryl, are you okay?" Samantha asked again.
Sheryl recovered and, in a tired voice, she said, "I'm fine."
Samantha and I tried to convince Sheryl to go home, but she wouldn't listen, "No! I have to be there, in case there is a new case!"
I sighed, "Look Sheryl, you're obviously sick. Don't worry about the club, Samantha and I will take care of it."
Sheryl's eyes brightened a little, "You will?"
Of course, now we had to take Sheryl home, but luckily for us, Sheryl's mother showed up. "Sheryl! I told you to stay home today!"
Sheryl's mother dragged Sheryl home as Samantha and I continued towards the school.