Every boy in Welton new of the rumours, a girl attending Welton? It seemed surreal with Welton being a strict and rather religious boarding school. The classes were even more drab than staring at a red brick wall for hours. The teachers were also boring and similar. Other than Mr. Keating, of course.

The Dead Poets Society was speaking happily outside of the school during the evening before dinner and curfew, enjoying the peace of the afternoon and annoying one another with friendly banter and the recent class they had with Mr. Keating. They were a close-knit friend group, adoring each other and bringing the best out of one another in a wonderful way. They were truly a group of platonic soul mates and friends for life. Neil Perry smiled at Todd Anderson, who stood beside him silently, Charlie Doltan was prancing around with Knox Overstreet while Richard Cameron rolled his eyes. Meanwhile, Steven Meeks and Gerad Pitts were busy discussing trigonometry.

Meanwhile, a car rolled up the gravel road and halted outside the large double doors that led into the wonderfully old building that reeked of teenage boy hormones. Your mother and father climbed out of the car, as did you. A young woman, in her teens and standing in the only women's uniform for Welton. Your mother and father were rather influential, so they had pulled some strings and bribed the principal to allow their sweet and recently rebellious daughter into Welton, which would be your home for the rest of the year. Your father opened the trunk to grab your luggage while your mother stood in front of you.They said their farewells before getting back in the car and leaving you at the front steps of Welton like a left behind cat. As soon as the car left, almost every pair of eyes were on you. A girl was truly at Welton.