Dead Poets Society 2

Scotland was due to getting mixed with the wrong crowd of people. But she didn't think that a group of boys reading a book and telling stories at 2 am in the morning was bad. Yes, it was against curfew, but they were expanding their minds and thinking outside the box. When in school, they are told that poetry has a mathematical side. Words are not science. Words are an art.
But once Mr. Noland and the principle saw me walk in with this particular group of boys, especially Charlie, the look on their faces seemed disappointed.
"How can we help you today ladies and gentlemen?" the principle asked.
Gerrard gave the papers to him, and Charlie spoke. "Principle Noland, I know we have had complications in the past, and I agree that it was wrong and I am deeply sorry. But right now, can we please forget the past and focus on the future?" Charlie began.
"What do you want Mr. Dalton?" he said, trying with all if his might to not kick any of the group of kids in his office out of he school just for coming to him. "We know that you always thought of Mr. Keating as suspicious, but besides that, he always had great life lessons and literature lessons. The things we read taught us more than anything. He always told us to sieze the day, and make it worthwhile. To get good grades, and to show acts of chivalry to not only women, but to both young and old."
Exclaimed Steven. Mr. Noland was silent. He looked at the petition. To Scotlands astonishment, Charlie grabbed her hand, and held it tightly. Praying to God that he agrees to allow Mr. Keating back as the literature teacher. I forced myself to look to make sure my mind want messing with me. But of course, it was functioning just perfectly.

Now she wasn't thinking about anything but what ifs.
What if I mess up and have to move again?
What if my dad doesn't approve?
What if Charlie is just holding my hand for no reason? What if he sees nothing in me? What if he is leading me on just to humiliate me later on? .

For all she knew, he could think of her as a sister.
Coming out of her mind castle, Mr. Noland had asked her a quesuon.
"Miss Scotland. Miss Scotland... Miss Scotland! " he had said. "Are you alright?" he asked, "yes sir, I apologize. What was your question?"
"Do you agree with this petition?"
"I am standing There , and I signed the paper proudly. Sir, I know I was not a student here last year, but I have heard wonderful stories that were told around the whole class about how amazing Mr. Keating was from last year seems to remember."
"We will discuss this matter another day. But for now, you are going to have to deal with me." said Mr. Noland, opening the door for us to exit. The boys seemed excited. And Scotland was as well. Charlie didn't seem to want to let go of her hand. Both kept thier hands locked together as they walked through the hallways. No eye contact, no speeking. Just a touch of the hand. When it was time to part ways, Charlie tightened his grip on his hand. She looked through his eyes. He gave her his mischievous smirk and a cunning wink that made Scotland flutter to outer space.
Once she entered her room with Rose, she plopped onto her bed and started writing, just thinking about that moment he held her hand. Out of the blue, distracting her from everything. Even her mind palace panicked.