Author's Note: So I know that I still need to finish my other Merlin fic - sorry. But I got a bit stuck on that one, and I really don't have a lot of free time to write. But I got an idea for a new one. (That's one of my biggest problems - I get five totally different ideas, and I can't just finish one before I start another one) I don't usually write stuff like this, but...I made Merlin a girl. Arthur's constantly teasing him about being a girl on the show, so I thought it would be kind of fun. It's also set in modern day. Which means...Merlin is a total nerd! It just seemed to work. I love it. I hope you love it, too. I'll actually be able to post a lot of this fic, because I haven't been able to get it out of my mind, and so I've been working on it. The good news is that that means that there will be plenty to read, because the chapters will be posted fairly quickly. The bad news is that that means that there won't be many new posts in my other fanfics. :( Sorry.

I lifted the last box into my arms and walked up the small set of stairs and toward my bedroom. I set the box on the floor. I couldn't wait to unpack and decorate it. Sure, the walls already looked cool. One wall had grey and black damask wallpaper. With a yellow smiley face, of course. I thought about putting bullet holes there, too, just to tie the whole Sherlock thing together. But I figured my mom would kill me for that. I mean, she and Dad had just bought the house. They would be paying it off for a while. Two walls were red with gold stripes. And the last wall was red with gold wings printed at regular intervals. And one little black Impala hidden among the wings.

My room was going to be the envy of any nerd out there. Well, of any nerd who liked the same stuff as me. Supernatural, Percy Jackson, the Hunger Games, Star Wars, the Mortal Instruments, Harry Potter, Sherlock, Doctor Who, and the Lord of the Rings, to name a few of my favorites. And just about anything else British.

I might have a small obsession with the British.

And books.

And movies.

And when I say small, I mean that it's bigger on the inside. Way bigger.

I looked at my bearded dragon, inside his tank on top of a stack of boxes. Once I got my dresser in there, he would go on top of that. "Well, Kilgharrah. This is it. A new start. New school. New friends. Maybe people will actually think I'm normal this time around."

He just stared at me. He probably thought I was crazy. Then again, he's a lizard. Maybe he didn't think anything at all.

"Are you sure you're going to be happy with these colors?" a voice asked behind me. "It's very…busy."

I turned to look at my mom. "My walls are perfectly nerdy. I love them."

She grinned slightly. "I should have known you'd say that. Let me see if I can guess them all. Harry Potter," she said, pointing to the stripes. I nodded. She pointed at the damask. "And that's definitely Sherlock. The wall with the wings, is that Doctor Who? The one with those creepy angel statues?"

"Supernatural. Castiel's wings. Sort of. His wings aren't really gold, but it goes with the color theme. And there's a hidden Impala. Because Supernatural just isn't the same without Baby the Impala."

Mom shook her head at my nerdiness. She thought I was a little weird, but she always indulged my weirdness. I liked that about her. "Are you all ready to start school tomorrow?" she asked, kissing my cheek.

I sighed. "Yeah. I just wish we weren't moving in the middle of the quarter, of the last quarter of the year. It seems a bit pointless to me. But hey, maybe I'll be totally popular here. Unlike back in Ealdor."

"Oh, Merlin, sweetie. I am sorry that we had to move so close to graduation, but the opportunity for this job for me wasn't going to come again. I'm sure everything will be fine."

Of course, I didn't believe her. "Yeah, but what if…what if my magic starts doing weird stuff again? Getting out of control again? People will think I'm a freak. Again."

Mom placed her hands on my shoulders, looking into my eyes. "You will be fine, Merlin. Your father says that you're doing very well with your magic lessons. You have your magic almost entirely under control."

"Almost, but not quite. Crazy stuff still happens when I get too emotional, Mom."

"I know. But I think that you won't have any problems. Be more confident in yourself."

"All right, all right," I said, mostly to get her to shut up.

"Do you want any help unpacking?"

I looked around. I did have quite a few boxes-mostly books. But I liked putting my stuff away myself. "Nah, I got it. Thanks, Mom."

She nodded and left.

I would start with my bed.

I absolutely loved my new bed. It was round, and was mounted from the ceiling. I could actually lay under it to read, which was cool. I'd installed some lights on the bottom. At first, I'd been worried that it would fall, but it was pretty sturdy. I'd also painted a Demon Trap on the bottom. Hey, I'm a nerd. I have a lot of nerd stuff. My bedspread was the galaxy, which worked for both Star Wars and Doctor Who, really.

Well, at least I would have my room. I had a feeling I would be spending a lot of time in here. I probably wouldn't make many friends.

If any.