Dead Poets Society 2

This is the first year girls have been allowed in Welton Academy. My brother came here last year. His name is Steven. Of course I have never met his friends before. And over the summer, like every single one we have sent together, he has always told his story about time in Welton. With his friends and his activities. But most of he time, he didn't say much about it, unlike last year. He always talked about his teacher Mr. Keating. And thier club, the Dead Poets Society. I asked him if I could ever join. But he never really answered me on that. I can see how that must be his getaway place and I don't want to invade. I have already signed thier petition just because Steven had asked me to. It was more of a beg, so I did.

I have a roommate named Scotland, just a year older than me. The first time I met her, she was writing in a notebook. She is interested in poetry as well. So I told her about the society.
" I am nit sure if they would take in anyone new, but my brother Steven is in a secret club called the Dead Poets Society. I have heard so many stories from my brother and it sounds fun. I think if you hear any word of it, you should ask about them." I told her. " I might consider that Rose. Thanks." she quietly agreed. Now headed into mathematics, I better get my brain on that subject.