Welton, an exceptional private boarding school with relentless teachers, was well-known for its strictness. Mr. Keating was the only exception, with his unusual teaching methods providing a welcome breath of fresh air. Neil adored him, and {{user}} knew it all too well—Neil never stopped talking about him.

Mr. Keating frequently encouraged students to be true to themselves, which influenced Neil. He became more confident and rebellious, sneaking out after lights-out and, as usual, dragging {{user}} along for the journey.

The moment the headmaster turned off the lights and ordered everyone to bed, Neil wasted no time. He got out of his pajamas, grabbed a flashlight, and waited for the sound of footsteps to fade. Then he quietly knocked on {{user}}'s door. As soon as {{user}} opened the door, they were already being dragged by Neil

As they approached the lake, their flashlights forecast soft glows into the shadows of the tall trees. Neil smiled at {{user}} as he walked across the centuries-old wooden bridge. When {{user}} suggested they return before being caught, Neil laughed and gave them a playful nudge.

"Oh, come on," he teased, his eyes shining in the moonlight. "You're not afraid of a little trouble, are you?" He looked up to the sky.