Sherlock Holmes Eulogy

It was but a few years back when I met Sherlock Holmes. In our eighth grade year he was new to my school, he moved from Cambridge to Westminster, here, due to a change of his father's employer. I remember when I first saw Sherlock, his piercing blue eyes, high and prominent cheekbones, and his stiff, upright posture, he stood out so much as he still does. He walked into my homeroom on the first day of school, his unique looks distracting everyone from their conversations. Even with all eyes on him he stood tall and confident observing each and every student in the classroom. The silence broke as our teacher introduced him, “Everyone, this is Sherlock Holmes. Please welcome him as he will be joining us for the rest of the year.” Our teacher, Ms. Hudson pointed to an empty seat that happened to be next to me. Sherlock quietly took a seat. Throughout the day I observed …show more content…
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“Why I’d love to. Let me get my money.” He said this sweetly. He didn’t seem dangerous. I remember thinking he might not be. But then he came back to the door with that satchel he had when he ran out of the bank. Sherlock noticed it too. He was focused, taking in every possible detail. Mr. Atkinson was trying to pull his money out when a gun fell out. My heart practically jumped into my throat. I jumped back. I watched Sherlock flinch and take a step back. Mr. Atkinson proceeded to say, “Oh whoops. That’s not my money,” with a half-hearted laugh.
“Maybe we should come back another time.” I said.
Sherlock nodded and began to turn away when he fell into the man. Mr.Atkinson dropped the bag and a variety of wallets went tumbling out. He blushed hard but his expression changed in a matter of seconds. Sherlock got up in record time, apologized, then ran as fast as he could grabbing my hand on the way