We'll meet again, someday...3John went back to London in the fall. He joined the football team and stated playing rugby with the neighborhood boys.More Like This
His thin layers of fat and soft muscle grew toned and he became the prized forward. People said a team would pick him when he grew older. School wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. He worked as hard as he could to make sure his mother couldn’t have any reason to call off the trip the next summer.
Sherlock greeted his father as he usually did.
“Hello, Sherlock.” The tall man knelt. “Tell me, did you make any new friends?”
Sherlock nodded. “I met a boy named John Watson. He was really nice.” His father laughed and told him about a girl named Rose and her boyfriend, Mickey, and adventures that weren’t real.
Sherlock laughed, but didn’t let go of the blonde bear.
The following summer, John’s mum told him they hadn’t the money. John didn