A Student/Teacher Relationship?

Chapter 2: Gilbert

Ludwig:

I opened the door to my dorm after a long first day. I couldn't stop thinking about what I was going to do about Gilbert, my brother who hadn't gone to the first day.
"Bruder! Happy your home! How was first day? Find any sexy beasts? Or many some big tits?"
"I swear Gilbert, one day you are going to die saying words like that."
"Don't care. So, who are your teachers this year?" He said, reaching into a bag of Cheetos on the floor from where he laid on the couch.
"I have Mr. Kirkland with English, Mr. Yao for math, Mr. Braginsky for PE, and Mr. Vargas for art." I said as I walked into the kitchen, completely unaware that my bruder was silently laughing. I looked over.
"What is it?"
"You, the person who can barely draw a stick figure, is in art?" He said, trying not to laugh.
"At least I'm trying. Just because I'm bad doesn't mean I can't try." I said as I grabbed a pin of little pktatkes and put them in the microwave.
"Ya know ya can just get a bag of Cheezitz? Right? Or do you still care way to much on physical appearance?"
"No. I just like potatoes." The microwave beeped and I grabbed my potatoes along with my bag.
"Where are you going?"
"My room. I have homework."
"On the first day? Man, teachers are getting meaner and meaner every year."
"Art. Self portrait."
"Tell me if ya want me to do it for you!" I rolled my eyes as I walked won the hall and into my room.

Feliciano:

I was working on my own self portrait to show my classes tomorrow when Mr. Edelstein, the band teacher walked it. "Feli, you had Gilbert last year, didn't you?" I looked up at him. "Hello Roderich, yes, I did have Gilbert last year. Let me guess, he didn't come to school today?"
"No, he didn't." This year was Roderich's first year, so he didn't know much about the students who went here. "More than half the school doesn't come to school on the first day. Gilbert was the one who started that."
"Why? The first day is one of the most important days of the school year."
"Exactly,so important that's it's stressful, and because the rest of the year is stressful, students skip it. Last year I remember some teachers skipped it too."
Roderich nodded and left from the doorway. I looked down army portrait. "What?!"
I hadn't drawn my self, I stead I drew desk #12, and it's occupier for the last period, Ludwig. I sighed and leaned into my hands, being supported up by my elbows. "Why can't I get him out of my head?"