Anne of Green Gables AU... because I just couldn't help myself.

Her back rigidly straight, Margaret Hooper (Molly, thank you very much) stared firmly ahead, ignoring the rambunctiousness happening around her. It was her first day in class after arriving on Prince Edward Island and she was going to make a good impression on Mrs Hudson. Her dress, though obviously second-hand and less than fashionable, was ironed crisply and accented by her own, somewhat successful attempt at embroidery. That morning, she'd brushed her plain, brown hair until it shone, then plaited it in two braids that hung over her shoulders.

Yes, Molly did believe she looked her best.

The day began to fly by and Molly proved herself far brighter than most her age in History and English. It wasn't until they took out their boards for their Arithmetic lesson that things started to go wrong.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the boy sitting in the desk beside her slouch down. The curly-haired boy had been huffing in boredom all day, his attention drifting during each lesson. Molly glanced at him and flushed when she caught his disdainful gaze already on her. Not to be off-put, she lifted her chin in the air and sniffed, turning her attention back to the front.

Several minutes passed as she scribbled the equations on her small chalkboard when she suddenly saw him lean over the space between their desks.

'X equals 32,' his somewhat scratchy, yet deep voice rumbled quietly.

Molly frowned at him, finishing up the problem on her own and casting a furious glare on his smug expression. 'I did not ask for assistance,' she hissed.

From the front, Mrs Hudson loudly cleared her throat. Molly flushed and turned back to her work.

The boy's eyebrows shot up and she thought she caught the beginnings of a smile on his face from the corner of her eye. He leaned back in his chair and casually twirled his chalk between his fingers.

She hadn't finished two more problems before a piece of chalk hit her in the shoulder. She looked over at him, incredulous. He smirked. 'The name's William. But I go by Sherlock.'

Molly huffed and turned back, ignoring him. To her frustration, her annoyance only seemed to egg him on further.

'C'mon,' Sherlock smirked and tossed a crumpled piece of paper at her head. 'Don't I get to know your name?'

Pushing back her aggravation, Molly, as haughtily as she could, flicked her braid off her shoulder and lifted her nose proudly.

That did bring a smile to his face. He opened his mouth to speak again, but another loud cough from Mrs Hudson silenced him. Temporarily.

The lesson was coming to an end when Sherlock finally crossed the line. Absorbed in the final problem, Molly didn't see him move until suddenly he leaned over and whispered loudly, 'Hey, Mouse! Mouse!'

He reached out and tugged firmly on her braid, thereby finally igniting her wrath.

Furious, Molly jumped to her feet.

'How dare you!' She screeched and did the only thing she could think of; she grabbed his chalkboard and broke it over his pompous head.

As the pieces scattered around his dumbfounded face, shock overcame her rage.

'Oh,' she uttered as she raised a trembling hand to her mouth. Sherlock was staring up at her in a mixture of shock and awe, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping. She swallowed thickly as everyone stared at them and Mrs Hudson marched toward her, ready to dole out her punishment.

This wasn't the impression she had intended to make.