A Poem By Walt Whitman

𝐶𝒉𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝘟𝘐𝘐: 𝛬 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐺𝑜𝑑

Nolan and the other teachers were rushing downstairs, furious, to the general room. All the students stood up at the same time. Nolan put on her glasses and glared at all of her students.

-Sit. -She said, and all the students did what she said. -This week's issue of Welton Honour, there appeared a profane and unauthorized article. Rather than spend my valuable time ferreting out the guilty persons. And let me assure you, I will find them. I'm asking any and all students who know anything about this article to make themselves known here and now. Whoever the guilty persons are, this is your only chance to avoid expulsion from this school. -

And out of nowhere, a phone rang. Murmurs began to be heard and Nolan looked at her companions. The phone stopped being heard but a voice replaced it.

-Welton Academy, hello? -Charlie answered the phone. Nolan looked at her. -Yes, she is. Just a moment.- Then Charlie stood up and show the phone to everyone, and she looked at Nolan then.- Mrs. Nolan, it's for you. It 's God! He says we should have boys at Welton. -

All the girls laughed, while Cameron wanted to cry and the other Dead Poets put their hands to their heads.

Charlie stood with his hands behind his back in Nolan's office. She grabbed the doorknob and closed it. Nolan walked over to her.

-Wipe that smirk off your face.

Charlie smiled slightly, until Nolan raised her voice. There she made a hateful face and wanted to get out of there.

-If you think, Mrs. Dalton, that you're the first to try to get thrown out of this school, think again. Others have had similar notions and have failed just as you will fail. Assume the position.-

Charlie's face turned pale as Nolan said the last sentence. Then she sighed and settled down. Her hands, resting on the table, her back straight and her ass was in position. She brushed a light lock from her forehead as Nolan pulled out a rather heavy wooden ruler, the kind you use on a blackboard.

-Count aloud, Mrs. Dalton.

The heavy ruler slammed into Charlie's ass hard, causing Charlie to squeeze her eyes shut in pain.

-One. -Her voice broke. Nolan hit her again with the rule. -Two. -Again. -Three. -And again. -Four.-And again. -Five. -She could hardly say a word, her voice was already lost. Her deep brown eyes glazed over and she winced in pain.

-What's the Dead Poets Society? I want names.

All her friends were waiting for Charlie at the door of her room. A blonde girl waved at her when she saw her coming. Charlie was clinging to the railing, dead in pain, almost unable to move. She sighed slightly as light tears fell from her eyes. Her friends made their way as they arrived, so that Charlie continued on his way to her room. Charlie went into her room, and Nicole spoke.

-Are you kicked out? -She asked.

-No. -Charlie answered, softly.

-So, what happened?

Charlie took a deep breath.

-I'm to turn everybody in, apologize to the school, and all will be forgiven.

-So, what are you gonna do? Charlie!

-Damn it, Nick. -Now it looked like she was crying. -The name is Nuwanda.

Then she smiled and closed the door.

Mrs. McAllister and Mrs Keating were laughing while smoking their pipes in the English teacher's office. In the evening, the shadow of Principal Nolan peeked out of the office door, tapping on the door to enter.