Chapter 5
Whillhelm Weillschmidt was extremely pissed off. A smelly, old, hairy, and downright annoying man was smothering him with a sweaty bear-hug. But, this happened every day. Every. Day.
Some mornings he could escape before the stench of sweat and wine would mask his normally fresh-smelling aroma. This morning was just like the rest of the days. A little sexual harassment in the morning never killed anyone.
Whillhelm tried to pour strong coffee into his mug while stifling the urge to punch Romulus in the nose. He liked his coffee black-strong enough to clear his senses, and definitely not a sissy frappe/mocha/creamy drink. The smelly man just murmured Italian into his ear, probably whispering something perverted.
As Whillhelm sat down at one of the round tables in the teacher's lounge, Romulus let go of the irritable German and sat down in the chair closest to him. Whillhelm ignored the advances. He sipped at his hot coffee and then focused on breathing in and out like his yoga instructor had taught him.
The stupid Italian was now braiding his long straight hair. Whillhelm tried to ignore this also, but did not succeed, seeing as though he was grinding his poor molars back and forth. He always tried to think happy thoughts: puppies, trees, home, not Italians.
What worried him the most was that his nephew was dating the smelly Italian's grandson. The teenager was nice, but still annoying like his grandfather.
The bell thankfully rang for the teachers to go to their classrooms. Whillhelm liked to think of it as a sweet escape. He rushed to his room, ready to vent his anger on to the chalkboard, the door, or even by yelling at the students. Whatever helped him to forget about that stupid Italian would be just fine with him, just as long he didn't kill anyone.
All of the student's were there and dressed appropriately, but still a little sleepy. Some more than others. Like his eldest nephew, Gilbert. Gilbert was the problem child of the family. He was smart as can be, but had made the wrong choices in life. One of those choices was to sleep in a very pissed off German's classroom.
Whillhelm grabbed a book off of his shelf and walked quietly down the aisle to the white-haired boy's desk. He waited for a few minutes, the entire class staring with bated breath. Whillhelm didn't smile as he dropped a very large (and heavy) Webster's dictionary onto the desk of the sleeping German.
Gilbert jumped out of seat and his bright eyes stared coldly into his uncle's.
"Not cool, bro," was what he said.
"What is not cool is you sleeping in my classroom. I want you to go straight to the principal's office. I will not accept this-especially from my own nephew." The young German scoffed and shrugged his red hoodie into place. Whillheilm stared at the boy's bare neck.
"Whatever you say, old man." The teenager sauntered out of the classroom, leaving an aroma of what smelled like burnt popcorn in the air. Whillhelm fingered at his annoying braid. He was barely forty. He was even younger than Mr. Soo. He was not old.
Was he?
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Gilbert let out a large circle of smoke from his mouth. He leaned his head against the soft corner of the bed. His stupid uncle had kicked him out of class. It wasn't like he didn't mind, but it was the fact that it was his uncle-his own flesh and blood. But he had always treated him like shit, while he held Ludwig high and mighty like a god. And Ludwig was fucking adopted from some distant relative that was a pedophilic creep.
Gilbert just puffed out all of his worries as he baked in his room with Antonio. Antonio had never smoked pot before, but plenty of his father's cigars. It was the same thing but smelled like a skunk, and tasted like one too.
"I can't believe I am doing this with you," Antonio said as exhaled into the air. Not only was he smoking pot, he was skipping his Health and Science class.
"Man, just relax. I've got enough food in here to fix the munchies for a week." Gilbert had always thought that the pot tasted sweet, and smelled like a freshly cut lawn. He almost lived for the experience, buying as much from the Janitor as he could. And by buying-he meant paying for the dime bags in porn mags.
Easiest payment ever, He thought.
He stared across the room at the papers that littered his desk. 'Welcome to School' papers, referrals, and letters.
"Isn't it weird how a piece of paper can mean so much?" he said as he sucked on the blunt.
"Are you talking about those letters, or the referrals?" Antonio asked. Gilbert stared longer at the signed referrals and the letters with German cursive printed neatly on them.
"I dunno man; I guess I'm just too baked. Wanna raid the cafeteria?" Antonio shrugged as he took a long drag from the twisted blunt. His mind was occupied as well. A little thing with auburn hair and a potty-mouth was dancing around his blood-shot eyes.
"Whatever." Gilbert said as he reached under the bed for a bag of chips. Instead he found the cross his mother gave him. He felt around his neck and thought, for sure this isn't mine. He never took it off, but his neck was bare.
Maybe that was why the old man was so pissed off. He slipped on the cold iron and looked at his reflection. His pale skin, red eyes, and white hair had made him different. His mother had called him special before she died.
He dropped the necklace onto his chest and decided to stare out the window instead. Trees and leaves-they look the same about anywhere. But they're all somehow...different. His mother was different too; she thought she could stay in the sun and enjoy the warmth, without any consequences. It led to her no longer having hair and dying slowly in a hospital bed well before her time. Gilbert took another drag and sank his head back into the bed.
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Like the good student he was, Emil Styrsson was paying full attention to the Asian math teacher. On the first day of school, he had inquired if he was capable of taking the Higher Level Trigonometry class instead of the normal ninth grade required Algebra. The principal himself told (more like stuttered at) him that he couldn't. Emil had used his large range of vocabulary to set the principal straight-even going as far to say they should just give him an Intelligence Quotient test.
Emil had passed with flying colors-a remarkable score of 167. (His own brother was a 188). Mr. Soo had stuttered even more, saying it was such an honor to have so many bright students at his school. Emil had nodded and said nothing. He had always been a quiet boy. Adults had thought that the reason he didn't talk was because he was stupid-not that he felt that if he opened his mouth he would make others feel stupid instead.
Although Emil was enjoying the fact that he had a more challenging math class, he still felt that he was...too smart? He had been marking the number of times Mr. Wang made a mistake on the board. So far, the math teacher had made four mistakes.
So, instead of paying attention to the teacher, he did his math homework in class. He finished the thirty problems in forty minutes-writing the last answer on his paper seconds before the bell; lunch time.
Lunch was always a noisy place. Emil was used to the quiet snow back home with his brother and small puffin he had rescued when he was younger, but pets were not allowed on campus or in dorm rooms. The cafeteria was like a contest of sorts. Everyone started talking at once, and whoever talked the loudest got their point across the most.
Once Emil obtained his egg salad sandwich, he left to go outside in the warm grass. He sat down under a tree near the fewest amount of students as possible. But, before he got a chance to eat his lunch, an Asian boy around his age spoke up in a semi-deep voice.
"I would not eat that if I were you. That is one of the few things that are completely toxic here," said the boy. Emil placed his sandwich back on the tray. The boy was absolutely handsome-even with the bushy eyebrows. He was sitting with an Asian girl his age and another couple who were holding hands and giggling.
"My name's Kaoru," said the boy as he held out an apple. Emil purposefully brushed his fingers against the other boy's. Kaoru acted like nothing happened and smiled back at the Nordic boy.
"My name is Emil." he said as he smiled back at Kaoru. He shook his light blond hair out of his eyes, and looked straight into the much darker pair in front of him. Kaoru turned around and pointed to the girl sitting beside him.
"This is Mei-Mei we are...courting." Emil's eyes dropped and looked at the green grass he was sitting on. He looked back up and tried to mask his feelings like his older brother.
"That's interesting." he said with another smile. Kaoru grinned back and said something to Mei-Mei in another language. Mei-Mei turned to Emil and said hello.
Emil made small talk with Mei-Mei, but his eyes never strayed far from the Asian boy.
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No surprise there... -_-;
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