A Poem By Walt Whitman

𝐶𝒉𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝘟𝘐: 𝛮𝑢𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎

-To live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. -The girls, at the cave, started to sing in unison.

They stopped saying the opening sentence when they heard male voices laughing. All the girls made scared faces and looked at each other. Cameron opened her mouth widely when she saw two boys entering the cave.

-Oh, my God. -She said.

-Is this it? -One boy asked, while a girl answered.

-Yeah! -It was Charlie. -This is it! Go ahead, go ahead, go on in. It's my cave.

The girls' lamps illuminated the two boys who entered the cave with Charlie.

-Watch your step. -One boy said.

-We're not gonna slip, are we? -The other boy asked. Both boys were a little drunk.

-Hello. -One boy said.

As this boy spoke, Pitts shot up off the ground, her head colliding with the stone, as usual. She let out a growl. The girls started greeting.

-Hi guys! -Charlie said happily, with her beret on. She looked at the boys. -Meet Gerard and...-She clicked her fingers because she didn't remember the other boy's name. This boy looked at her badly.

-Tanner. -He answered.

-Tanner!!! -Charlie added, laughing. She was also drunk. -This is the pledge class of the Dead Poets Society. Guys, move, move. Come on, folks. It 's Friday night. Let's get on with the meeting.-

Charlie pushed past her companions so Gerard and Tanner had room to sit. Nicole smiled at them, obviously she wasn't used to seeing such "attractive" guys.

-Guys, I have an announcement to make. -Charlie first talked. She sat next to Gerard. -In keeping with the spirit of passionate experimentation of the Dead Poets, I'm giving up the name Charlotte Dalton. From now on, call me Nuwanda.-

The girls repeated the name, ones laughing.

-Nuwanda? -Cameron looked at Nicole with contempt at Charlie's nickname.

The girls laughed, as Nicole wanted to look attractive to the boys, she took out her red lipstick. Charlie came up to her before she painted them on and ripped it out of her hands, and she painted weird marks on her cheeks with her lipstick.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Kim was answering the door of Chiara's house. She had a wide smile on her face.

-Hello? Hello, Chris? -She started shouting. A lot of noise was coming from the living room, and she rushed in and closed the door behind her. She approached the salon, but before, she looked at herself in the nearby mirror, looking at herself and fixing her hair, taking her pink lipstick and putting it on a little.

-Kim! -Chris shouted at her.

-Hi.

-You made it! Great! Bring anybody? -He walked over to where Kim was.

-No?

-No, Gabriel Danburry is here. -He caught Kim by the sleeve of her jacket. It was obvious that she was also a bit drunk. He moved to the stairs and backed away from her. -Look, I have to go find Chiara. Why don't you go downstairs? That's where everybody is! -He said, while going up the stairs.

-But, Chris-

-Make yourself at home!

-But I-

She sighed slowly and walked into the living room. There was everything there. People kissing, letting their tongues stick inside each other's mouths. One of the people kissing was Chris, with his girlfriend Chiara, while Kim watched from behind with sorrow and pain. She moved out of sight of her and approached the kitchen. She went to the faucet to drink water, but two very very drunk girls stopped her.