❝ I SOUND MY BARBARIC YAWP IN ABSOLUTE IRE! ❞
in which eliza keating, john keating's niece, attends hellton and finds that her closest friends were the biggest romantics.
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ENGLISH WAS a normal enough class, with normal desks and normal students. The only thing off was a new teacher for the boys at Wellton Academy, and Mr. Keating was obviously excited for his first class with these boys.
"You're just going to walk through?" Eliza asked her Uncle.
They stood behind the closed door of John's office. The bell had rung only moments ago. John nodded at Eliza with a large grin, excited by his idea.
"Yes, yes," he agreed, opening the door slightly so the two could peek out. The boys walked in with their books, talking amongst themselves along with a paper ball flying across the room. "Stay in here until I'm gone. I think the boys will be too distracted by a pretty girl to notice me," he explained, a small chuckle following. "You'll also be joining this class, it'll do you good to have some peers."
John straightened his back, winking at Eliza and handed his clipboard over.
"If anyone asks," John whispered. "You're my assistant for the class."
John straightened his shoulders and stepped out of the office, whistling the 1812 Overture.
Eliza moved to the door so she could peek out, watching as the boys straightened at the sight of their teacher as if a stick had been shoved up their asses. They all followed the man with their eyes, and watched as he walked out the door.
"Well, come on," John called when none of them moved.
It took the boys a moment, but they all shuffled out of the classroom and followed their teacher.
John Keating led his students to the trophy room for those currently attending and alumni. As the boys crammed inside the small room, they whispered among each other about the strange teacher. A few of them stared as a woman their age made it through the crowd and stood beside John, or Mr. Keating as he was in the classroom.
Eliza held the clipboard with one hand and counted the room with her eyes before checking all the boxes off. She looked back up, noticing Knox early, but didn't want to loose count.
She smiled sweetly and he smiled back.
The boy beside Knox, who she could have confused as his brother, nudged Knox in the ribs, a shit eating grin making up half his face.
"Oh Captain, My Captain, who knows where that comes from?" John, or Mr. Keating, asked his class.
Eliza watched the class, holding the attendance at her waist as she kept her lips sealed. Both John and her knew she had a long history with the poem, especially when John tried to push her to call her Captain instead of Uncle.
