Chapter 1: I ain't a hero

"Now my college is just good as a fly buzzing inside an utterly smelly, empty dust bin. No maybe even worst than that." The horrible flashback of every human teasing me due to my surname came into my mind with the speed of a crashing plane. 

 

Edward, my best friend glanced over me for a long time or maybe just for some seconds and then uttered the most logical sentence he can ever make out, "why in the first place the fly will go into an empty dustbin?" 

 

"What the-" I looked at my bestfriend who was just alive all thanks to me for not smashing his head off. "Do you want me to curse you from the bottom of my heart?" 

 

Like seriously. 

 

Edward diverted his amber eyes away from me, "Moon stop being dramatic. I know everything already I am in the same class as you and I am sure none might have even noticed your surname-" 

 

"What was I even thinking? I thought of my bestfriend. That is you. Will. Of all people. Will understand my freaking feelings." I slammed (Very lightly) my head over the nearby wall of the long corridor while we moved out of our class.

 

Edward sighed like always as if this 20-year-old guy has already turned into a 50-year-old grandpa. Though he looked a bit more... Ahem handsome for a 50-year-old guy. 

 

"Stop sighing like an old man already." I mocked him trying to get a reaction out of him. It was my time to sigh now as I saw some of the girls glancing over at the handsome boy walking next to me and yeah I honestly don't find him handsome.

 

Well, maybe a little handsome. Not so handsome like I will start drooling like the girls glancing over him. 

 

"I can't. I should have just given up on this friendship when I realised I have made friends with crazy dramatic, weirdest lunatic. I am shocked that I am still alive." Edward sighed again and showed a mocking smile. 

 

That smile! Welp, he is handsome. Alright, I am not changing my statement he is just a bit more handsome than I actually thought but still I am not drooling. 

 

 

 

"Just now who is being extra overly dramatic now. Dude, I am telling you my sad tale and here you." I took a long breath while staring at his face. I just had this habit of staring at handsome faces. Maybe I do have a thing for... handsome faces?

 

 Okay back to the subject of my surname topic. "They freaking know that my surname is 'Holmes' now they all are going to start teasing me saying I am Sherlock Holmes' daughter."

 

"That's-" I cut off Edward as I already knew what this sighing 50-year-old man was going to say. 

 

"Don't you say I should be proud of being called Sherlock Holmes' daughter? Because there's nothing to be proud of about it. Everyone will think I would have some extra kilos of brains hidden in my pockets that I can solve any mystery with a wink of an eye. But mystery kills me. I absolutely have no interest in any type of mystery or mysterious happening. And literally, no one understands that just because of my surname." I took another long breath after continuing talking without letting any oxygen reach my lungs. 

 

"Just how can you talk so much. My mouth would have just given up if I had to say so much in a single go" Here we go again. This guy again totally dodged or ignored the main content and is focusing on something else. 

 

"I seriously hate you. Can you at least understand-" before I can give out another dramatic cry? Edward diverted me from the topic.

 

"I heard from Aunty you are moving out this weekend." Said the master of changing topics while we both walked out of the college building. 

 

"Omg yes. Finally!! Now I am going to live alone. I had such a hard time convincing mom that I want to at least once try living alone. Now all thanks to our house getting renovated I will be living alone." I proudly smiled thinking of how I am doing waking up late every day and doing whatever I want when I would living alone. 

 

Maybe I really wanted to live alone just for my dear sleep. Mom would always separate us every morning like at 6:00 am saying it's a good thing to wake up early. Even after 18 years of living together with my mom I still haven't figured out what was really the good thing about waking up early. 

 

"I doubt you will be able to live alone for even one day," Edward uttered the most annoying line which I have been hearing from like every second person living on earth. 

 

I paused right at the footpath and gave Edward a long stare for ten seconds. As if my eyes were saying do not dare to underestimate me. 

 

Just by coincidence, my eyes fell on the puppy which was standing right in the middle of the road with the car running around him at full speed. 

 

"What the heck! Edward! A puppy... Damn it's in the middle of the road." Edward looked at the poor puppy. No type of emotions formed on his poker face but suddenly he looked at me and grip my arms tightly. 

 

"Do not do anything reckless. Wait for the signal. We can try to stop the cars or I will get traffic police or something." He left my arms and again grabbed them instantly with more force this time, "do not do anything. Stay right here." 

 

And he ran in some direction looking here and there while my eyes went back to the place where the poor puppy was sitting getting more and more terrified with every vehicle moving near him. 

 

I was just gonna stay where I was. That was the plan. I wasn't some hero to just suddenly run and save the puppy all I could do was shout so someone brave can go and recuse it. 

 

And then I found all the others were also waiting for some hero to go and save it and waited like me shouting for help, helplessly. 

 

That's it- 

 

CRASH!