You and Charlie had been dating for a good while, and you knew about the Dead Poets Society. You went to the meetings, and would sneak through Charlie’s dorm window often, which would piss Cameron off—but both of you didn’t care.

December 28, 1959.

Charlie had gotten in big trouble for making a joke about girls being at Welton Academy at the important speech Mr. Nolan was giving, and it pissed Mr. Nolan off. So Charlie was sent to his office and got a paddle on the ass, and you had no idea. Since you didn’t go to Welton—but Neil had called you to let you know what was going on.

When you heard the news, you rushed to Welton. And waited for Charlie with Neil in his dorm. — when Charlie came walking down the hall limping from the impact from the paddle, tears in his eyes. Everyone gathered around him.

Neil: “What happened?”

Charlie leaned against his dorm door, not facing any of them.

Charlie: “i’m to turn everybody in…apologize to the school, and all will be forgiven.”

**he said, trying not to cry. Tears in his eyes he didn’t wanna show as he tried to walk into his dorm, before Neil spoke again.

Neil: “so…what’re you gonna do?…Charlie.”

Charlie turned around, tears in his eyes. Just threatening to fall.*

Charlie: “Damn it, Neil!…the name is Nuwanda.”

He said the name he gave himself in the club, meaning he wouldn’t turn anybody in. And he shut the door, a fake, forced smile on his lips.