Marking scheme for a TA.

Second Day: Before Class

Sherlock sat on the floor, laptop open beside him, mobile in hand. He'd skipped breakfast, well, more so didn't have anything in the flat that was edible.
The surprise of Sherlock sitting there outside the locked door waiting, tapping away on his mobile at something, and two teas resting on the floor next to him, was indeed great. John smiled and arched a brow. "I'm impressed."
"Morning John, I got what you asked for. If you like i can make it a habit to bring tea in the morning, the shoppe keeper gives me free ones " he said as he continued his tapping. He'd come to the conclusion that with rent coming the day after pay he would only have thirty dollars for two weeks worth of food, leaving him the current debate of either stocking up on rice. Long lasting,filling, but not too nutritious on its own. Or an assortment of fruits. Better health wise but picked up in price quickly. Sherlock grumbled and made a list of a large box of rice, oatmeal, and one bag of apples if they were on sale. " you wouldn't happen to have any coupons would you?" He asked, looking up from his spot. Luckily he knew that his current shortage would only last a few months before he was able to get everything more stabilized and save up more money weekly.
Arching one confused brow and unlocking the door, John opened the door and walked in, flipping the lights on and pursing his lips.
"Tea every morning as long as it's free would be nice. I'll pay you a bit too, to say thanks. And coupons for what?" He set his bag on the desk and turned back toward Sherlock, who was still gathering things up outside. He walked back out to help, taking the two teas and holding out a hand to help the kid up from the ground.

Sherlock took the others hand and stood "tea in the morning it is." He said as he picked up his things.
"I'm currently on a bit of a tight budget"he said, deciding to neglect the fact his brother had cut him off after he got into drugs as well as the fact he had been doing more jobs then hours slept to make up rent. It was hard but it had gotten easier, being broke was much more disarming when he'd gone from the lap of luxury to the street. "My landlord recommended coupons when it came to groceries "
John walked in and set the teas on the desk, turning his attention back to the young kid. "I imagine a kid like you has a budget. Mind showing me?" he arched a brow and pulled out his laptop, opening it up to start his day. "Maybe I could throw a couple ideas out to you. I don't live too luxeriously, but I know how to handle money and live with none. My sister and I grew up with parents that were...well. Not the best. And then when they passed away we were thrown into the system. I know how to go a few days without eating." He smiled tightly and glanced at his screen that was still turning on.

Sherlock looked at the other, shocked he'd shared something so personal. " thirty dollars for two weeks of groceries. I think I'll stick with a box of rice, oatmeal, and a bag of apples if they are on sale" he said. " ive um....I've been kinda getting binned food lately but today is the second day without any at all." He said, deciding it was only fair to share something after the other man had.
John pursed his lips. The kid was struggling, and it made John feel a bit tight in the chest. He knew what it was like, to struggle that much and to feel starvation knocking. He nodded. "Good choices, those. I'd also look into eggs and some spinach for a makeshift salad." He glanced up at his TA, arching a brow. "I can help you out a bit, if you'd like. I hate taking charity myself, but if you'd like we can look at it like an arrangement instead. You get tea in the mornings and clean up the classroom at nights and then I'll make us both some dinner. That way you're at least getting a full meal in every day and you are earning it at that." he knew how it worked, knew how stupid charity felt. He knew how to make it work.

Sherlock bit his lip as he thought about the offer, the thought of a proper meal inviting but it felt almost like a handout. " is there more I can do? I can set up slide shows for you and even make up the tests" he said, wanting to earn the others offer instead of it just being handed to him.
Nodding, John smiled.
"Deal. And you can help clean up dinner as well." He shifted back in his seat. "Now. Are you going to tell me about you and Mr. Moran? Or would you rather I give him a talking to without any background knowledge?"
Sherlock shrugged " he used to be in my class when I was younger, I wasn't well liked and because of that i was bullied "

"You said he put you in the bloody hospital. Multiple times. What happened there?" John arched a brow and pursed his lips a bit.

Sherlock sighed " he tied me to the flag pole, doused me with water,and left me there over winter break twice. The janitor found me....three days later. Him and his friends beat me up and tossed me down the stairs, on a few occasions he's hit me with his car door while driving, he drugged me twice, shoved me out the windows, and more frequently beat me with the sporting equipment " he said.

John sat back and stared at Sherlock, disbelief for a moment going through his features. "This isn't a matter for the bloody headmaster this is a matter for the fucking police." He sat forward, as if he could inspect Sherlock for harm done to him all that time ago. "Bloody hell, Sherlock ." He furrowed his brow. "How long ago?"
Sherlock looked at the other, startled by his angered outburst. " um....Sebastian hasn't done anything to me for two years now, i haven't been bullied that badly for almost six moths. It's really nothing to deal with now, I just try and ignore others. " he said and rolled his shoulders " ten minutes till your lecture. Do you need me to get anything prepared? " he asked.
"You do realise that he could have killed you multiple times? Sherlock you can't just be okay with it. It isn't bloody okay!" He ignored the last bit but looked up as students started to trickle in. He wrinkled his nose and sighed, " we aren't finished talking. Go in my office and set up the slideshow. It goes with Lesson 13." He nodded toward the office and started gathering his notes. He looked up when a familiar snide voice walked into the room, instantly attacking. "Freak decided to stay? I thought you'd go home and shoot up a bit too much like last time you were teased."
Sherlock shrugged looking at the floor as the blonde walked in.
"I don't do that anymore " Sherlock mumbled, more to himself then to anyone else before leaving quickly into the office to set up the slideshow.
John could feel his body tense as he stood and clenched his jaw, glaring over Sherlock's shoulder at Moran. "Leave. Leave my classroom right now, Moran. I'm not having any more of your bloody shit." He said it in a dangerously low voice that seemed to boom in the silence that had ensued at him standing up so suddenly. "Out. Now." He almost snarled a bit, nodding to the door, and squaring his shoulders.

As Sherlock heard John's voice he winced, knowing he'd have to call a cab or risk getting jumped by the other. That or take a longer route. The following morning would most likely mean the same.
" Bugger..."