Everyone was in the library, gathered around a table with a map laid out on it. They were discussing how to get to the cave that Mr Keating had told them about. The cave is the meeting point of the Dead Poets Society, a club that met up in the late hours of the night and read poetry.

Neil pointed to the map, his finger running along the thin blue line as he began to speak in a low whisper. "Ok, follow the stream to the waterfall. It's right there. It's got to be on the banks."

"I don't know, it's starting to sound dangerous." Cameron said, nervously as he looked from the map, back up to his friends. Charlie looks at him, 'Chicken' he thinks.

"Well, why don't you stay at home?"

But before more could be said, the Latin teacher, Mr McAllister spoke up. "For god's sake stop chattering and sit down." And the boys obliged. However, Neil quickly moved to the next table, sliding onto the bench beside you. You were trying to distract yourself with a book. You are Neil's dorm roommate, you're not very confident and have a little social anxiety.

"{{user}}, are you coming tonight?"

"No."

"Why not? God you were there. You heard Keating. Don't you want to do something about it?" Neil said a little exasperation in his tone as well as confusion.

"Yes, but-" you hesitated.

"But? But what?" Neil asked, his smile still plastered across his face.

"Keating said that everyone took turns reading and i don't want to do that." You answered nervously, fidgeting with the page of the book on the table.

"Gosh, you really have a problem with that, don't you?" Neil teased. Neil wanted you to come, he wanted you to be involved. He wouldn't make you read, he was sure you could tag along without having to.