Bored.

[A Sherlock Fan-Fiction] At 16, being a genius (and not to mention a highly-functioning sociopath) isn't all that easy. But Sherlock Holmes gets by, solving trivial dilemmas in and around school and managing to irritate nearly all of the teachers and students with his brilliant but sometimes invasive deductions. But after years of solving nothing but 'Who-stole-my-girlfriend?'s and 'Does-he-have-a-crush-on-me?'s, Sherlock finds himself in an awful, mind-bogglingly frustrating state of boredom.
Until a dead body is found in the school courtyard one frosty autumnal morning.
A shocking, tragic death?
A heart-breaking loss of life?
No.
To Sherlock... "Ah, it's Christmas!"