Sherlock stared out the car window and watched the world fly by as his brother sat across from him with a smug smile.

"Sherlock, at least TRY and make this one work. This is the fourth school we've tried, if you get asked to leave this one I'll have to buy you a tutor and home school you."
Sherlock just rolled his eyes, it wasn't his fault all the other kids were idiots, or if the teacher was cheating on her husband with the principal. Sherlock just hoped the kids at this school left him alone, under no circumstances did Sherlock want to be home schooled. The house was too quiet, but at the same time too loud. All the little noises, the stairs creaking, the air in the venting system, and the quietness that reminded him that his dog, Einstein, was no longer alive, all seemed to be shouting at him. Plus it would give Mycroft even more chances to annoy him.

The first stop they made to was Mycroft's school, Sherlock envied him. He would do anything to be able to go to a school where they ACTUALLY learned important stuff, rather than learning how to spell words he already knew. But his mother felt that Sherlock needed to 'socialize' with his peers first. So here he was, standing in front of his new school holding his mother's hand praying that the other kids would leave him alone.

They walked down the halls till they came to the classroom with a blue door. "Here we are," Mrs. Holmes said, she bent down to look her son straight in the eye while she fixed his shirt. "Now remember Sherlock, be nice to the other kids, be respectful to your teacher and please, try to keep your deductions to yourself."

"Yes Mummy."

Mrs. Holmes knocked on the door which was opened by a middle aged woman. "Yes, how can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm Mrs. Holmes and this is my son Sherlock, I was told this is his new classroom."

The woman looked down to her clipboard and scanned through all the names on it. "Ah yes! I was told we had a newcomer! Please to meet you! Why don't you come on in and meet your new classmates!"
The woman was plump, but not overweight; she had ginger hair which was tied up into a small bun. She was short which gave her a friendly appearance, but she had a stare that could chill you to your bones.

As usual, all the other kids were busy playing and talking, too busy to notice the new comer. As the school bell rang and few more kids came into the room, but besides them everyone else was already playing and making new friends.

Sherlock scanned over the room; he walked over and put his bag down next to a chair in the back of the classroom. He sat in the chair and pulled out his notebook and began writing in it. While most kids would doodle in their notebooks Sherlock would write down his deductions and observations. Sherlock had learned in Kindergarten about his ability to deduce people.

Although he could tell things like if someone was having an affair or if you had eaten today or not, his older brother Mycroft was much better at it than him. His brother could tell if he had done his homework or not, he could tell whether or not a kid at school were poking fun at him or not, and Sherlock hated him for this. Not because his brother was better at deducing than him, but because he would use it for his own advantage.

As Sherlock grew older he never realized how much trouble his deductions really got him into. His mother had always encouraged him about it and would sometimes go as far to test him. It wasn't until one night at dinner Sherlock asked his father if 'his lady friend' was coming over after bedtime that he saw the consequences his deductions caused. His parents were divorced soon after that and him, his mother and Mycroft moved to London.

After about the second school Sherlock got kicked out of, his mother gave him a notebook for him to write down his deductions in.

"Hey! I'm Sally!"

Sherlock looked up at the girl in front of him. She had dark skin, brown curly hair and brown eyes, she wore a pink dress covered with flowers.

"Hello, I'm Sherlock." Sherlock answered back, he quickly turned back to his notebook and began to write down everything he noticed about the girl.

Ate cereal and drink Orange juice this morning for breakfast, is right handed, has made a few friends, has trouble tying her shoes sometimes-

"What are you writing?" Sally asked as he tried to get a peek at the notebook. Sherlock nearly cringed when she asked, he sighed and accepted the fact that he would probably never made many friends anyways.

"My observations."

"Of what?"

"You."

Sally gave a puzzled look then snatched up the notebook. "Hey!" Sherlock yelled as he tried to take the book back, but Sally held it out of reach. As Sally read the notebook she became angry, "I can too tie my shoes!"

"I never said you couldn't, I just said you have trouble sometimes-"

"Lier!"

"No I'm not!"

"You are too!"

"No! You're just too stupid to admit you have trouble sometimes!"

"I'm telling! Mrs. Bray! Sherlock said I'm stupid!" Sally yelled from across the room, all the kids stopped and turned to stare at Sally as she pointed towards Sherlock.

"Alright, what happened you two!" Mrs. Bray said as she walked over to the two. "Sherlock called me stupid and said I don't know how to tie my own shoes!"

"No! I said you have trouble sometimes tying your shoes sometimes and that you're too stupid to admit it!"

"Sherlock, there shall be no name calling in my classroom! Do you understand?"

"Yes Mrs. Bray..."

"Good, now Sally, you go sit over there by Peterson Anderson, and Sherlock you say you're sorry to Sally, alright?"

Sherlock glared at Sally and gave an annoyed sigh. "Sorry Sally, but give me back my book!"

Sally rolled her eyes and threw the book back at Sherlock. The book hit Sherlock, and then fell on the ground. As Sherlock picked it up he looked to see his other class mates snickering from their seats.

At recess, Sherlock sat alone on the swings, although, to say he 'sat' would be a lie. Sherlock was lying on the swings with his stomach while he looked down at the ground where he put his notebook. He was reading over the notes he had written about his first day at the last school and comparing them to this morning, when a boy came over and sat in the swing next to him.

"What are you reading?"

"My notebook."

"What do you keep notes of?"

"Everything."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Are they important?"

Sherlock looked over to the boy next to him; he had blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. He was a few inches shorter than Sherlock and had a brace around his leg. "Why do you want to know?"

"Umm...I don't know..."

Sherlock returned to his notes and the boy began swinging. "I'm John by the way, John Watson."

John turned to the boy next to him when he didn't answer back. "Well...What's your name?"

"Sherlock Holmes."

Opened his mouth to speak again but stopped when Sherlock got up and took a pencil from behind his ear and began writing in his book. Sherlock stopped writing for a moment, looked at John, and then continued writing. "How did you get it?"

"Get what?"

"That brace around your leg, you weren't born with leg problems so you got it quite recently, so how did you get it?"

"I was in car crash a week ago...sorry but, how did you know I didn't have leg problems?"

Sherlock stared at John, John stared back. Sherlock was batting around inside his head whether or not he should tell John. John seemed like a nice person, which was the problem, nice people were always mean to Sherlock. With a sigh, Sherlock reluctantly explained it to John.

"Most children who are born with leg problems have a hard time getting their leg to function the way they think it should work. You seem to know how you leg already works so it's just a matter of getting your leg to do as you wish. If you were born with leg problems you should be use to a brace by now, but you're not, it feels different and new. Also, many child with braces are shy, because they are worried they will be judged, but you aren't, because you know once your leg heals the brace will come off."

John stared wide-eyed and jaw-dropped, "That-"

Here it comes... Sherlock though,

"Was amazing!"

"You really think so?"

"Yeah! It was brilliant!"