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April 12th.
I’ve only just moved into 221B Baker Street. Dr John Watson is my new flatmate. He is rather strange, but his sharing of the flat is needed while I get myself aquainted with the new teaching position. I have created a small desk in my room for my writings. The window over looks the alleyway and into the flat next to ours. A girls room, by the looks of the lacy pink curtains.
April 13th
John has no clue. Literally. The girl is in her room across the alley. I can see her silhouette through her curtains. She seems to be swaying to music. I wonder what music. Is she sad or happy.
April 15th
My first day at the high school is tomorrow. I am concerned their curriculum will bore me. No. I am certain it will bore me. I must think of ways to stimulate. Simple minds are so dull.
April 15th
Its 11pm and I noticed the girl has opened her curtain. Her soft face peeks through the crack, staring at me. How old must she be? No older than 18 I presume.
April 16th 7am
John has woken before me and decided it was a good idea to get coffees. He sits at the table chatting about his medical students. I tell him I need to think, then I leave for the school early. As I walk out to catch a cab, I notice our neighbor and the girl. Her daughter. They both smile at me warmly. I greet them with a nod and duck into the waiting vehicle. “Pretty young lady that one!” the cabby says to me as we pull away. I hum then ignore the man the rest of the way.
8:15am
My classroom is larger than I thought it would be. The children will arrive shortly, and yet I am staring out the window wondering if my neighbors daughter will be in my class. Sinful thinking!
12:15pm
She is not in my class. And one of these kids seems to think they know more about detectives than I do!
8:45pm
The day went well. And once I arrived back at Baker Street, the neighbor once again greeted me. She was alone. No daughter. She asked me questions about why I came to live here and what I do. So I asked her how old her daughter is and where she goes to school. Those weren’t questions crossing any lines I don’t believe. Just simple chat between two new neighbors. I don’t do conversing on will. This 17 year old girl, who goes to my school and wants to become a pathologist… has consumed my mind now. 17 years is still sinful. Though… I cant help but think about that pretty face hiding behind those pink curtains.