Hya !

I needed to do one I'm sorry ! Also I apologize for the terrible summary but that's everything I could manage... Eh... I guess it could be worst.

So y'all know how I work folks ! One chapter each day except on weekends and when I have my driving class. This time, my chapter aren't named in honor of a song or anything...

Warnings : Slight Suicide mention, Slight Mental illness mention, Bad ass character. Teacher!Gilbert and Student!Matthew

Parings : Mainly PruCan if you didn't got it already and slight FrUk (I've chose my side...) and AmeDen. OOCness If I want... A lot of swearing as well !

On that : Pengu's Out Whoo !

~x~x~x~x~x~ The Theory Of The Silence ~x~x~x~x~x~

Teaching is strange. I see it like a challenge in fact. You go on, in front of everyone and try to make what you're explaining interesting. When I was younger, god I hated school.

And I still do, it's unawesome. But taht doesn't mean I don't like the guys I work with or even the students. Though the cookers could be a bit better when I go get my food in the cafeteria... I usually avoid them in fact.

So yep, when I was younger I did hate school and I still do. I was real troublemaker. The teachers were so boring ! That's exactly how I decided I would teach math. Firstly because math was the only grade I was really good in along with P.E. and secondly because I wanted to be sure that other students after me would think their teachers were awesome !..

Being an instructor is like being an actor. You put on a mask about everything that happen home. Every drama, every loss, every joy stay there. You remember the text you have to read, not forgetting about making a joke or two in the middle of the class. Then, when the bell finally rang, you breath.

Simple as that.

Sitting at my desk that day, I was writing down the scenario of what is my current profession, knowing the students will be appearing soon. Today, I was teaching to a special class.

Why special class ? Two members of the Troublemaker Group was in there. Yes, I also knew every friend group out there at our school and tried to remember what they were good in. There was the Girly Trio, being all group, the nerdy one and it goes on and on.

The Troublemaker are exactly like they're called : Trouble makers. They are only 5 but oh god they make me think of myself when I was younger. Wild, Bold and Young.

In the current class I would be giving, there was their 'Leader' if I can call him like that : Alfred F. Jones. That kid was specially annoying, always saying random things in the middle of an explanation. He was loud, but awesome when he want to. I like having a good time with him in class...

There was also a second one. His brother and what I would consider as the less rebellious student of their group : Matthew W. Jones. I've never heard his voice or did the other teachers. In his folders, nothing was saying he was mute or anything. That was making me wonder why this boy was so quiet.

"Hi Mr. Beilschmidt"

"Hello Mr. Beilschmidt."

Ah, the students are coming. They all sits in front of me, like spectators ready to watch what they payed for. The second bell rung, announcing me I could start everything off.

"Well Hello everyone ! I hope you all did your homework or I'll have to be mad at you kesesese !" I laughed, giving my student a sincere smile... Until I noticed the two empty tables at the end of the classroom.

"I should start off with the call should I ?... Well, let's do it unconventionally. Alfred F. Jones where the fuck are you ?.."

My students knew I was a guy that swore a lot and they didn't care a lot, thank god.

"Look like I,ll have to call him ab-"

"Yo Gil ! Sorry, Mattie and I have been caught by the director again and she made us late ! Not my fault !" The boy happily laughed as he entered the room, closely followed by his brother.

"This is not an excuse." I sighed, kind of annoyed by his attitude. "Go to your places now, we gonna start this class." I then turned at the rest of the class, smirking. "Let's go on with some Algebra since Mr. Jones were late."

They all whined but who cares ? I'm the master in this room. As I wrote the formula on the blackboard, I gave small glance behind my back, noticing every movements of my own students.

Specially Matthew. always quiet. He didn't even stood for himself... I should try to do something with him. I know the other teachers never notice him so, he never have questions coming from them, so I should try give him some !

"Mr. Matthew, could you tell me the answer for this one..?"

"It's 41 !" Alfred yelled...

God... Why does he have to get in my way...?

"Thanks Matthew." I said sarcastically at his brother.

"Anything for you bro !" Alfred beamed, giving a small wink at his brother. Matthew simply gave him a small smile, going back into his notebook.

Why was that kid acting like this ? I never had a student like him before ! I guess I'll have to find out eventually... I'm his math teacher after all !..

Also... My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt, I am meant to know everything kesesese !