This is one of my ELA assignments, we have to write a 6,000 word Fanfic about Sherlock at age 13. I decided to include TXF characters, cus why not? I'm sorry.... This won't really be Sculder much... I'm not done yet, I'll post the next half of this next week!

A boy of about 13 stood, staring, at the exterior of Coral Springs Middle School.  His long, dark curls swayed in the sea breeze blowing in. Santa Cruz, California was chilly in the middle of October, but this did not deter beach goers from disrupting the peace of the morning. Down the hill, the ocean stretched out in all its blue glory, the forms of barely distinguishable humans clear on the white canvas of sand. Sherlock Holmes, for he was the boy, took all this in a mere twist of his head. His keen eyes had a talent for absorbing information in this way. Already, he could tell by the slant of the sun that today was going to be a cool day. Of course, Sherlock was only procrastinating. He wasn't keen on being thrown into yet another school this year. It was only the beginning of autumn, and already, this was Sherlock's second school of the year. He knew the chances of his staying at Coral Springs more than 3 months were slim, especially if his parents, William and Carol Holmes finished this case quickly, as they always did. 'Well, now is not the time to dwell on such matters,' Sherlock reminded himself. 'I do not want to be even later than I already am.'

He proceeded to the front office, where he was greeted at once by the smiling secretary in front of computer screen. The nameplate in front of her computer identified her as Mrs. Golding. "Sherlock? Sherlock Holmes?"

"Yes, this is he." Her smile faltered. His way of speaking often had that effect on most people.

"Here is your schedule. Homeroom is in room eleven, Ms. Valentino's social science class."

"Thank you." Sherlock proceeded out the door and into the courtyard. As he was already 25 minutes late, most students were in their classrooms, though he did see some curious faces peering out at him as he passed by the windows. Coral Springs was one of those extremely spirited schools, Sherlock noticed as he passed a brightly painted picture of a pumpkin. Already, Halloween decorations outfitted the central quad area, with the most obvious being the stuffed scarecrows adorning the maple trees. He reached the classroom, and heaving a sigh, entered the room.

The day passed by in a blur of faces, names, and inquisitive stares. Sherlock had been dragged to the front of every class he had that day and introduced to the students. Usually with something like, "Class, this is Sherlock Holmes. Please be kind to him as this is his first day at Coral Springs! Don't forget to show him around our amazing school!" Honestly, Sherlock was tired of it. Nothing much interesting happened that first day, except for one thing...

When the bell for Break rang, Sherlock was out of his class like a bullet. He headed directly for his locker which was situated at the far end of the Quad. He guessed that the least liked people, loners, and weird people had their lockers here, judging by the students he passed by. '221B,' He read, glancing down at the pink slip he had in his hand. 'Locker combo 19-23-8.' He finally found the locker he was assigned. Quickly, Sherlock appraised his locker. It was a bit banged up, but the door wasn't hanging off it's hinges and he hated the color blue anyway. He opened the lock, dumping most of the contents of his bag inside and locking it again. When he turned away, he met the jaded gaze of the boy standing across from him.

He was tall and lanky, with unbrushed brown hair. His eyes were a curious shade of hazel, but they were dull, as though he cared not for the things he was seeing. His clothes were ragged, frayed, and too small. All in all, it gave him the look of a man tired of life. Quickly utilizing the skills of observation his parents had taught him, Sherlock studied the boy with new eyes. 'Unkempt fingernails, unkempt hair; doesn't care for appearance.' Sherlock's eyes found the stringy purple bracelet around his wrist. Frayed pink words spelled out Samant- and the rest were covered by his sleeve. 'Recently lost  someone close- maybe a sister?'

"Hi, I'm Sherlock Holmes," He said, sticking out his hand to the boy. They were the same height, which made it easy to look into his eyes.

"Fox Mulder," the boy muttered, shaking his hand and moving away. "You're the new guy, right?"

"Yes," Sherlock replied absentmindedly. "Can I ask? Did you lose a sister lately, by the name of Samantha?" Fox Mulder stiffened in response.

"You've already heard the rumors huh?" He muttered, nodding toward the ground. "Yeah, I'm Spooky Mulder. Nice to meet you." He walked away from him, not looking back.

Sherlock was standing now in front of the school, watching others get picked up by their parents. As usual, his own were late. Most likely, they were held up at some case. Then they would pick up Mycroft first and finally him. He settled down on the cold stone bench, taking his math homework out. The school issued chromebook was laid out beside him, open to the math website. Other students waiting were scattered across the front lawn, looking up every once in awhile for their parent. Many were throwing longing glances down at the surf, where people were swimming and surfing. Sherlock glared at the water in distaste. He hated the ocean.

A sudden screech of anger disrupted the rather peaceful afternoon. Sherlock looked up, interested. A short blonde girl was glaring at someone else, a boy to be exact. With a jolt, he recognized him as Fox Mulder. "Why'd you take my phone, huh Spooky? Gonna call your sister in outer space with it?" Fox, Sherlock recalled, had been standing in the shadow of a fence across from the girl. He was staring at her, confused.

"What?" The girl sneered at him.

"Stop denying it, Fox, you're the only one close enough to have stolen it! It was right here!" She pointed angrily at her binder. 'Hmm,' Sherlock thought, surveying the crime scene. 'She's right. The only other person close enough is that girl over there.' She was sitting at the other end of the circular bench, just five feet away. 'But she's had her red head buried in Inkheart all that time, I doubt she could have done it.'

By this time, everyone else was staring at the two arguing. Fox was explaining in a rather flat voice that it couldn't have been him, as he was just standing there, and he was rather far from the bench anyway. He had a valid point, but the girl wouldn't give up. "My phone was 300 dollars and I just got it last week!"

At this point, kids were taking sides. Sherlock stayed still and watched as the argument progressed. Mostly everyone was siding with the girl, Fox, as Sherlock had guessed earlier from the location of his locker, was unpopular, and oddly so. From blondie's earlier comment, it had something to do with Fox's sister. "What is going on here?" Vice Principal Skinner asked, coming out of the main office. For a man of only 30, he already had a good sized bald spot coming on.

"Vice Principal! Fox stole my phone!"

"No I didn't!" Fox yelled heatedly.

"Fox, come with me to the office please. Phoebe, stay here." This had gone on for too long. It was utterly ridiculous. Fox hadn't done anything, and many people had seen that.  They just didn't like Fox himself, which made their argument biased and untrue!                

"Wait, Mr. Skinner!" Sherlock called out, standing up and following them into the office.  His math homework lay forgotten on the bench. "I don't think he did it!" Mr. Skinner looked down at the new kid, Sherlock, and raised his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Sir, that he wasn't the one to steal it. I was watching the whole thing, Fox was just standing off to the side when Phoebe went to the bathroom. But I looked down and I wasn't able to see who stole it." Sherlock explained, glancing at Fox.

"Sherlock, are you absolutely certain?"

"I am certain that he was not the one who committed this crime, and everyone merely spoke out against him because they disliked Fox." Thoughtfully, the Vice Principal nodded.

"Alright. But if I do find out that Fox has stolen the phone, you will also be punished as his accomplice. But as this is your first day here at Coral Springs and judging by your good record, you are telling the truth. Who else do you think could have done it?"

Sherlock thought back. "A red haired girl was only five feet away and could have reached over to snatch it."

"Tiny? Wire reading glasses? Bent over a book?" Unsure, Sherlock nodded. Skinner laughed, along with Fox, who let out a reluctant chuckle. "Oh, that's Dana. She wouldn't have done it." Mr. Skinner released the two boys only a few minutes later. Thankfully, Phoebe had left already. Fox walked back with Sherlock. He paused, looking at him.

"Thank you." A small smile was on his lips.

"Your welcome," Sherlock replied, stuffing his books back in his bag. "Why didn't Skinner think Dana had done it?'

"She's the golden girl of this school; perfect grades, nice attitude, helpful, the teachers love her." Judging by the rather blank expression on the other boy's face, Fox had a slight crush on the aforementioned golden girl. Nodding, Sherlock filed away the information for later on. Though he was probably not going to be staying at this school long enough to interact much with her, the data might still be useful.

A blue honda had pulled into the drive and was honking its horn impatiently. Sherlock spotted his parents and older brother in the car. Saying a quick goodbye to his new friend, he turned to head home. Fox grabbed his shoulder before he could get too far away. "Oh, and Sherlock, please don't call me Fox. I don't like it." Nodding, Sherlock joined his family.

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