Anna's Twist On Dead Poets Society

The Start of Dead Poets

Later that evening at dinner Neil brought up Mr. Keating, he said that he found him in an old yearbook. Rose hadn't thought too much about the class, she was so worried about the Latin teacher. She didn't even notice how long she was staring off or how usually quiet she was. But Neil did. 

"Rose is everything all right you seem distracted?" asked a concerned Neil. 

Rose looked up from her food, " I'm alright, by any chance could you possibly help me with some the homework, it's a little difficult." She said in a small voice. 

Neil smiled slightly, he knew something else was bothering her, or even scaring her. But he didn't want to push it so he replied with an "of course! Would you like to come to our study group?"

Rose nodded her head, "Thank you... for everything" she said while staring deeply into his brown eyes. At this moment they both got butterflies in their stomachs. It was the feeling again, they tried to ignore it the first time, but now it happened again. Neil looked back into her blue eyes. 

"It's no problem," he said looking down at her. For the first time, he took a second to look at her. He noticed how her hair flowed halfway down her back, and how her body curved in just the right places. He wasn't sure if it was that she was the only girl in the school or if the mash they ate had something in it, but he knew he was growing feelings for Rose. Meanwhile, Rose took the time to observe him, his hair was the color of milk chocolate, his eyes were the same dark brown. He had broad shoulders, he was handsome, really handsome. That said, the thing that stood out the most, was his personality, filled with passion and kindness. She never met anyone quite like him. 

" Look at this, Mr. Keating was captain of the soccer team, editor of the school annual, voted man most likely to do anything, quoted as the "thigh man", and was a member of the Dead Poets' Society," exclaimed Neil, changing the subject. 

"What's Dead Poets Society?" asked Cameron. 

"I don't know!" laughed Neil, " We should ask him!" 

"Damn, Mr. Keating was a hellraiser!" laughed Charlie. 

"I wonder how he ended up here," said Rose in a small voice. 

"If he can't get away from here then we're definitely screwed!" exclaimed Knox. 

The whole group broke into laughter and set off to find the one and only Mr.Keating. As they walked down the hill, Todd and Rose followed behind the group. Rose was winded from her required corset and Todd was just shy. Rose was having trouble breathing, Todd noticed this and urged her to stop.

"Rose, you can't breath. Just wait for a second, we'll catch up." said a concerned Todd. 

" Todd, do you ever feel overwhelmed?" asked Rose, who was still trying to catch her breath. 

"All the time" he murmured

"Sorry, I didn't mean-" she tried to explain, but he cut her off. 

"It's nothing you did! Don't apologize to me, there's no need" he smiled at her. 

"Come on, let's go" she laughed pulling his arm towards the group. 

Once there they overheard Mr. Keating reacting to his yearbook. 

"Ahh, Dead Poets I doubt the administration would look too favorably upon that now," he stated.

"What was it?" asked Neil.

"Gentlemen, and lady, can you keep a secret?" questioned Mr.Keating. They all responded by nodding their heads.  

"Dead Poets were dedicated to sucking the marrow out of life, that's the fraise we would read out of the book at every meeting. We would gather at the old Indian cave, and take turns reading   Walt Witman, Shelly, and all the biggies. We'd read some of our own verse and would let poetry work its magic. " he explained. 

"So basically just a bunch of guys sitting around reading poetry?" asked a disappointed Knox. 

"No! Mr. Overstreet, we weren't just guys! We were a Greek Organization, we were romantics! We didn't just read poetry, we let it drip through our tounges, like honey! Spirits soared, women swooned, an-" he was cut off by a laughing Rose. 

"I highly doubt that!" she exclaimed. 

Mr. Keating smirked, "You're probably right, you know how young men are... imaginations always flying!" 

"You're telling me" joked Rose. 

"Hey!" replied everyone else. 

"Anyways, it was not a bad way to spend the evening!" smiled Mr. Keating. "Thank you, Mr. Perry, for this stroll down memory lane, especially that picture," he said as he began to walk away. 

"Dead Poets Society," said Neil in disbelief. Just then the bell rang. 

"I say we go tonight!" exclaimed Neil. 

"You know how many demerits we're talking, Dalton!" yelled Cameron. 

"Then don't come please!" sassed Charlie. 

Neil turned to Rose, "Will you come?" he asked. His brown eyes pleaded. 

"I don't know.," said Rose. 

"Please, I'll pick you up so you don't have to find us alone!" he said. 

"Alright, but Todd's coming too!" replied Rose. Todd looked up, surprised he was mentioned. 

"Done!" said Neil. And just like that, the Dead Poets Society was revived at done other than Hell-ton Acadamy for young men, and one young women. 

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