Day one at Sherlocks new school.
His family had just moved to this place because of a switch in his mothers job.
He walked through the front doors at the beginning of the day as the bell rang.
Great, he thought as he pulled his books from his backpack and shoved them into his locker. He took out the ones he knew he would need and ran hurriedly down the hallway towards his first class room. It was science, not the ideal first period class but he could manage. Science was after all his strong suite, and he'd pass with flying colours.
To bad there will be no real challenge here, he thought, mentally rolling his eyes.
It took him a couple of minutes to find his classroom; the map he was using was clearly out-dated and hadn't been updated after the renovations that had taken place a year or so previous.
He took a deep breath before turning the door knob and slowly making his way into the classroom.
He'd expected to get into the classroom, avoid the new-kid stares every new student expected on their first day and slip into a seat at the back of the room, never to really be thought of again. If only that had happened.
Sherlock emerged into the door at the front of the room. There were about twenty other students sitting at their desks, a few taking notes, some texting on their phones and others blanked out into oblivion. Simultaneously, the class turned and stared at him.
"You're late, Mr. Holmes," the teacher said, eyeing him. The man had fairly gray hair, and looked about early forties. He wore a long gray jacket with blue dress shirt underneath it.
Sherlock blinked a few times, unsure whether or not he was to speak. "Sorry, I had trouble finding the classroom."
His voice was low and quiet, and a few of the students in the front row strained their ears curiously. The others went back to what they had been doing; he couldn't sustain their interest, which was all for the better.
"My name is Mr. Lestrade. We have been studying chemicals in class this unit. For your punishment for your tardiness, would you care to care to tell us the formula for at least two compounds containing Magnesium?"
Sherlock's eyes narrowed. "Magnesite is MgCO3 and Magnesium oxide is MgO."
Mr. Lestrade looked impressed. "I'm surprised you actually knew that. Did you learn that with your last science teacher?"
"No. I learned myself."
The class glanced up at him. One of the boys in the middle row scoffed. "Freak."
Sherlocks eyes darted up and looked at the boy who said it. He had dark brown hair that stuck to his pale, greasy face. He had on crooked glasses.
The class snickered, and Sherlock became very uncomfortable very fast. The rest of the day was no better. Throughout everyone of his classes, his peers laughed at and called him names every time the teacher picked him to answer a question. He hadn't even put up his hand to answer anything, but when the rest of the class didn't either, the teachers all used the same line; "Let's have the new boy answer."
All in all, the day had not gone smoothly. Even though life at his old school had been almost exactly the same, he had grown up with those people and had learned how to ignore it. He hadn't expected to fit in and be excepted here, but it would have been nice if he had been left alone.
The end of the day had finally arrived and Sherlock was more than ready to get the hell out of there. He finished at his locker and threw his pack around his shoulder. Just as he opened the door to leave, he felt two hands pushing him back into the wall. The force was enough to make him drop to the floor.
Pain shot throughout back and his behind, and he wasn't mobile for a few moments. He heard muttered laughter and "freak" echoing down the hallway as he was left alone by the door.
"Hey, are you okay?" Came a voice from the lockers to the left. Sherlock squinted and looked up. There was a boy his age standing and looking at him. He had deep blue eyes, sandy blond hair and a pale slightly tanned complexion.
Sherlock nodded and tried to stand up, but just ended up falling back into the position he was in before.
"Here let me help you," the boy said.. He grabbed Sherlocks hand and hoisted him up; he was certainly strong.
"Name's John, John Watson."
"Sherlock. And thanks."
Sherlock shifted the back pack on his back so it was more comfortable and turned to leave.
"You're new here right?"
"Yes."
Why was this John boy talking to him?
"I don't think we have any classes together do we?"
Sherlock shook his head. "I assume not. If we id, I'm sure you'd know it's becoming a fast crime to be seem talking to me like a person and not insulting me."
John couldn't help but grin a little bit. "It gets better. Trust me. Same thing happened to me when I came here half way through grade nine."
I doubt it, Sherlock thought. People picked on Sherlock for different reasons than the average victim.
Sherlock nodded and turned again, getting ready to walk away.
"Do you walk?"
Sherlock nodded again.
"I do as well. Are you going in the direction of Robinson?"
"Where, sorry? Just moved here, I'm not really sure where everything is."
John pointed to the right in the general direction of where Sherlock had been planning on going.
"Yes I live around there on Baker Street."
"Well I'm actually just a few blocks over, so how about we walk together?"
Sherlock looked at John oddly.
Is this guy for serious?
"Um, sure. That'd be nice."
John smiled happily and opened up the door for Sherlock.
Sherlock smiled back and walked through. He was surprised as the kindness John was showing, and also grateful. He never really had friends, so he wasn't really sure what to consider John as right now. He went with acquaintance
He wasn't sure what might happen after John learned more about him; whether or not he might ignore Sherlock in the end and think he's some stuck up jerk like everyone else seemed to think.
This could be nothing, but it could also be the start of something wonderful.
Get a grip Sherlock.
Thanks for reading and reviewing! Much appreciated!
Of course this story will be continued. I have all of these great ideas for it so we shall see!
Thanks so much to user RHIG for this idea!
I've never written a school fic so please tell me how it was. Thanks!
-Hope