"Emma, please, please, pleeeease  don't pull any pranks. I don't want another call from the principal again. Understood, Chatton?" Adrien said, looking Emma in the eyes. Hugo rolled his eyes. 

"Yeah, Emma, if that happens again, I think I'm going to loose it and keep you in a room with Louis and his toys." Hugo said, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. 

"Shut up, Hugo." Emma said, shooting a glare at her older brother just as they pulled up the Francois DuPont High School. Emma practically jumped out of the car while Hugo followed behind at a slower pace.

"Hey!! Emma!"  Exclaimed a girl about Emma's age from in front of the school.  She had skin the color of a pale chocolate bar and eyes like topaz and her wavy braid followed behind. 

"Ash!!" Emma said, running up the Ashley Lahiffe, embracing her in a hug. Hugo walked past Emma and Ashley, trying to ignore them. 

"Woah, woah, woah! Hugo, what's with the face?" Ashely said grabbing Hugo by the backpack. 

"Nothing, Ashley. I'm heading to class." Hugo responded bitterly to Ashley, while a boy who looked like Ashley, but with a short haircut and a more masculine figure showed up. 

"Hey, Elliot!"  Hugo said  walking up to Elliot, Ashley's twin brother. 

"What's up, Hugo?" 

"Nothing much. Just heading to Mr. Golde's room."  

"Oh, cool. I had him a year ago." Elliot recalled. Although Hugo and Elliot were 2 years apart, like him and Emma, but when Hugo was little Elliot always stayed behind and played with Hugo when everyone, especially Ashley, who was 4 at the time as well as Elliot, fawned over baby Emma. Hugo opened the door to Mr. Golde's room and looked at  the classroom bustling with noise. Hugo sat down next to  a boy with pale skin like a sheep's wool and hair the color of gingerbread. 

"Oh, hi! I'm Peter. Peter Sharp. I moved here from Los Angeles just a year ago. My grandma lived here long ago. She taught at this school, I guess. Oh, jeez, I just started blabbering on and didn't even ask for your name!" 

"I'm Hugo Agreste-Cheng. Nice to meet you, Peter!" Hugo responded, smiling, brushing hair out of his face. Mr. Golde walked into the room.  

"Good morning, class. I'm Mr. Golde, your teacher for this year. Now, role call."