It wasn't every day that you move across the country and start in a new school. But it seemed like it happened a lot to Javert. His adopted parents moved around a lot, since the father was a police chief. He was also Javert's idol, and Javert looked up to him.
He was enrolling in the elementary school that was a few blocks away. Javert walked there the very first day, nervous. As usual, he didn't know anyone there, and everyone was nearly double his size.
So, he sat the whole day in silence, just observing. During lunch, he just ate by himself on a hill. The other children were running around and playing and having fun. Javert opened his book, Sherlock Holmes, and began reading.
"What are you reading?" a girl's voice asked. Javert glanced up to see a girl his age with blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
"Sherlock Holmes," Javert said. "I want to be a detective when I grow up. Or a police officer. I'm not sure which yet."
"Cool," the girl sat down next to him, "I'm Fantine," she grinned and stuck out her hand to shake.
"Javert," they shook hands, and he resumed reading.
Two more children came over to them, siblings. One was a girl a couple years older than them, and another was a boy of their same age. Both had brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin.
"Can my brother sit with you two?" the girl asked smiling. Her brother hugged her tight. "Come on Jean, you need to make some friends," she said.
Jean sighed and sat down next to Fantine, "Bye Jeanne," he said, sounding betrayed. Jeanne smiled and walked away.
"I have a sister too," Fantine said, smiling. "Her name is Favourite. She's playing with her friends, Dahlia and Zéphine. I'm not old enough to play with them."
"I'm Jean, but I guess you two already knew that," he said, returning the smile.
"I'm Fantine and this is Javert," she replied. "We're going to be the best of friends!"