I was just sitting in my room, on the phone with Makayla, like I sometimes do when I'm bored. I was on my back, lying in an odd twisted shape across my bed. A whooshing noise from the other end of the room caught my attention. "Bloody hell, Henry, what am I even looking at?" A male voice, probably seventeen or eighteen years old made me jolt upright.
"Hold on Makayla, I have to go. I'll call you back." I said quietly before hanging up on my good friend. A door shaped window was opening up in my wall, and on the other side of it was a blue eyed boy, a couple years older than me and a tall red haired man, old enough to be my father.
"It appears to be a young girl's bed room." The man, Henry, said daftly.
"And a scandalous girl at that! What is she wearing?" They were English, and the young one was quite attractive.
"Scandalous? I'm in school clothes for God's sake!" I said angrily. Who did he think he was, talking about fashion? He was wearing clothes that looked like they came straight out of a museum. Where was he from, the 1800s? I snickered to myself.
"She's American." Henry said calmly. "Well. Your girl is American." His girl? What did he mean?
"What do you mean? Who are you?" I fumed angrily.
"I'm William Herondale, I live in London." This guy, looking at me, through a magical portal, was from London. Perfect.
"I'm Bella…" I said in wonderment. "…from America…" I looked at the boy with his dark curly hair and brilliant eyes.
"Bella?" he seemed confused. I smiled at this.
"Yeah, you know, short for Isabella." I said obviously, sarcasm tinting my voice.
"You wish for me to call you by your Christian name? So soon?" he seemed baffled.
"What is your problem?" I said angrily. Things couldn't get any weirder at this point. Henry smiled, making me even angrier. I crossed my arms and took a breath to cool off. "So, Will, Henry." I looked first at the younger boy then the older. "What do you mean by his girl." They both smiled and Will blushed.
"Well… you see…" Will seemed almost sheepish. "When you use this portal, it shows you what you think of. So I thought of the girl of my dreams."