Jem sat nervously at the edge of seat, waiting for a boy the teachers said would be showing him around the school. He was nervous about starting a new school but no less nervous than all the other times he'd been forced to. After all, his foster father moved around so much Jem was used to it by now, though he couldn't help but miss the hustle and bustle of shanghai. While he knew English like he'd been born into it he missed the rolling sound of his mother tongue.
At this moment the door to the receptionist was pushed open and Jem came face to face with a black haired boy with the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen.
"You must be James Carstairs then." the body had a Welsh accent, Jem noted as his own silver eyes met the stranger blue ones.
"Everyone calls me Jem." he winced at the quiet tone of his voice.
"We'll, that not exactly special if everyone calls you it. I'm Will Herondale." Jem held out his hand to shake Will's, remembering the lessons on manners his mother had always taught him. Will snorted but shook it anyway.
Both boys stood like that for a moment, surveying eachother. They were the same age, both being 12 years old and skinny. Nearly the same height Jem didn't feel quite so small as henusually did around the men his foster father introduced him to. Thinking of Yanlou made Jem cringe and he dropped the other boys hand as if it had caught fire.
Will wasn't deterred, he simply started to talking to Jem ashe led the other boy from the office and down the corridor. Neither would have thought that the makings of a beautiful friendship had just begun.
