Beginning chapters do drag but bear with me. I wrote a ton already so I'll be putting up what I can. The POV will always be stated by the name. If it's confusing at some point or anything needs correcting, let me know. The story kinda goes fast so watch out. PLEASE ENJOY

John

John Watson was a normal kid. He lived a normal life with absolutely nothing that was unique or different. He was no special name, no special person to stop and gawk at on the street. His grades in school were just barely above average and he hung out with friends just like any normal kid.

The absolute most un-average thing that happened to John was during his 8th year of school, going into the bigger grades next year, when his mother came into his room towards the end of the year. She sighed heavily and had him sit on the bed. He immediately knew something was up considering her demeanor but he couldn't for the life of him, guess what it was.

"I know that you love your life here, John, but I have some bad news. Your father has gotten really good at his job and they wanted to move him to a different branch, to kind of help out with keeping it up. Do you understand?"

"Yeah..." He drawled the word out, uncertain to where she was going with this.

"We just want you to know that we love you and plenty of other kids have to go through with this."

"You and dad aren't divorcing are you? Because this is not the conversation that should lead to that. Just saying. You might want to rethink a few of the bits." She was slack-jawed, looking at her son. He seemed beyond irate and she didn't know what to do.

"No... no, we aren't divorcing. We're moving, John."

For the next few weeks, he didn't know how to feel about it. It was a type of numb feeling that sank from his head to his toes. He enjoyed football practice as usual but the moment it was over, he was back to brooding. When any of his friends asked why he wasn't up to par, like usual, he just shrugged and walked off.

"After school, in the beginning of summer, we'll move. It'll be okay because you should have plenty of time to get used to the kids. Try and make new friends." She'd tried to reassure him but he'd stopped responding, an almost permanent look of anger on his face when she left his room. Not one apology from her because, honestly, she wasn't sorry. And he was actually not that horrifically mad about it.

Sure, he'd miss his school, friends, team, but he liked new places and new things. Even better, the town he was moving to wasn't horribly far away. What had she called it? Baskersville? Yeah, that was it.

After brooding a few weeks before calming down and actually done the smart thing, realizing he couldn't change the future no matter how much of a fit he threw, he'd looked the town up online. It was plentiful with kids his age, of course. Their team seemed amazing but he hoped they'd be welcome to outsiders. He'd hate to move and quite football because of the stupid jocks that thought they were better than any outsider.

Humorously, after contemplating the whole thing, he realized the only thing that made him mad, really, was the thought that he may not be able to play football.

At dinner, two weeks before school was to be out, he said exactly that to his parents. His mother sighed in utter relief and his father smiled, as if he'd known all along his boy would figure out the move wouldn't kill him.

"I'm so happy you decided it would be for the best. I've heard such great things about Baskersville. Don't worry about fitting in to football, if the kids are mean to you you can just show them how a Watson handles bullies." His father said and John smiled menacingly at the thought of punching a self-centered jock right in the face.

It was settled and the house was locked exactly 11 days after school was let out for the summer. John had all of his things packed and half way to their new house before he'd climbed into the family car and they were on their way. The moving truck was hired by his father's work, in order to make the stress of moving less difficult.

They arrived with plenty of light left, but they were still busy unpacking for almost a whole week. John was expected to do his own room, as well as his own bathroom. John hadn't been told his room would have it's own bathroom, which just made him all the more happier.

The house itself wasn't too impressive, aside from the personal bathroom of his. Everything else was basically normal and regular sized.

John spent a fairly long time over the summer going out and trying to socialize. Amazingly, to the joy of his parents, he found a few kids during out-of-school practice that liked him enough to start hanging out when practice wasn't up and about.

His parents got him signed up right away, but he was informed that, even though he was accepted, he most likely wouldn't be able to participate in any games until next season. John laughed and said he'd didn't give half a damn.

"So long as I'm in and practicing for next year, I don't care." The coach, surprised at the head-strong words of such a young kid, let the boy practice with the rest of the team. Even before school started, John was no longer worried about not fitting in or being bullied. He was in the "in crowd" even before he knew what the school looked like on the inside.