James looked around himself and spotted an older boy looking by himself. Should he go say hi? Was that not okay since he was younger? Instead he shoved his hands into his jean pockets and looked at the girl who was...SMIRKING?! Now what did he say? And why was she looking at him that way it was kind of creepy.

He shifted slightly and shrugged, "I don't think so..." How old was a...firstie? Sounded like a baby or something and he was NOT a baby. "I'm twelve. I'll be thirteen in a couple months." Maybe that meant something to her.

"Are we early then?" Why would his dad drop him off early? This seemed like some form of cruel and unusual punishment...maybe it was. His mum really had been mad at him when he left.