"Okay Class! Since Ms. Hilliard is going to be out for the next few weeks you're going to have a substitute. Class, say Hello to Mr. Enjolras." Said Ms. Reeder, the young principal of the school. She was a very short woman with red hair and blond highlights, to Enjolras she seemed very excitable.

"Hello Mr. En-jol-rraaass." The class responded.

"It's Enjolras, Ay-Jeahn-rah. Say it with me. Ah-Jeahn-rah" Said Enjolras stepping to the front of the room. "I believe I can handle it from her Ms. Reeder."

"Ok. Well class be good for Mr. Enjolras." Ms. Reeder said before she skipped out of the room.

"That was odd..." Enjolras said under his breath. "Anyway class. I am Mr. Enjolras. Lets try saying that again. One, Two, Three..." Enjolras took in a deep breath.

"Mr. Asian-rah." Came the reply.

"No. Try again."

"Mr. Asian rice?"

"No."

"Mr. A-jane-roe?"

"No." Enjolras sighed shaking his head.

"Mr. In-james-roe?"

"Just call me 'Mr. E."

"Ok." The class nodded.