This is the first ever fic I've published and my first ever Sherlock fic so I apologise for it being rubbish.
I imagine Sherlock to be about 14 here
Sherlock Holmes had already worked out all the equations on his paper and was now sat watching as the other students tried to answer the rest of the questions while talking and laughing quietly with their friends.
He enjoyed watched the other students, of course he had observed them long and often enough to know all of their little habits, and yet he still found them fascinating to watch them try to figure out the questions which he found so easy. What does go on in their tiny little minds?
Sherlock didn't particularly get on with any of his classmates. He didn't really see the point in them, none of them were nearly as clever as him anyway and would only annoy him.
Their maths teacher, Mr. Owen, stopped marking papers and stood up behind his desk "15 minutes up class, stop writing."
Everyone put down their pens and pencils and fell silent.
Mr. Owen started writing on the blackboard. "Right class, I would like you to answer this question. One day, a person went to horse racing track, instead of counting the number of humans and horses, he instead counted 74 heads and 196 legs. How many humans and horses are there?"
After about 4 seconds Sherlock put his hand up "Sherlock, what's your answer?"
"24 horses and 50 humans"
"Very good Sherlock!"
A small smile tugged at Sherlock's lips. The students where now whispering about him. Jealous. Well, why shouldn't they be? He is clearly more intelligent than them.
"Class, please brig your papers to my desk on your way out. Class dismissed."
Sherlock and the students began to gather their books and walk up and give their papers in.
Sherlock waited behind the rest of the students to give his papers to Mr. Owen. He knew he would do well, he always did. Not that grades mattered. He knew he was clever, why did he need someone else to tell him that?
Olivia Smith was in front of Sherlock and as she turned around to walk out the door, gave him a small smile. He didn't return it. Even though she was the only person in the whole school who didn't make fun of his intelligence, he still didn't like her that much.
Maths was the last lesson of the day so Sherlock left the classroom, went to his locker to pick up his things and headed home.
On his way out of the building he had comments shouted at him about how cleaver he was and how much of a teachers pet he was.
It wasn't his fault he was brilliant.
It's absolutely fine if you don't know what this is, I don't either.
Reviews? Yes? Please?