daydream ( perry. )

vi. a call to a new society

CHAPTER SIX !
( A CALL TO A NEW SOCIETY. )

DURING the boy's lunch the next day, Neil sought out Eliza in the dead halls. He grinned widely and rushed over to her side. He pulled out a slim red book and Eliza glanced at it. She was quick to pluck it out of his hands before he could even say anything.

"It's his school annual?" she asked curiously, flipping through a few pages.

"Yeah, page 67 has your uncle," he said, pushing the book to the right page so that they could look at John Charles Keating in his youth. He was a dashing man with a large nose and a kind smile. 

"Whoa, who would've thought," Eliza whispered, tracing his face with a small smile. 

Neil looked down at Eliza with a small smile himself, just making out her curly blonde hair that fell into her face and the way her blue eyes shined in the bright hall. Neil didn't realize how long he had been staring until she looked back up at him. 

"This will get him embarrased, I'm sure of it," she laughed. "That old goof never tells me anything about his younger years because he just loves to be humble or something." She slammed the annual back into Neil's chest, jumping off down the halls, shouting, "We have to show the guys!"

"Alright, alright," he laughed at her excitement, and jogged to catch up. 

Eliza and Neil slid into their seats, beside Knox and Charlie respticvely. 

"Hey, I found this senior annual in the library," he said immediately, handing the page with Keating into Cameron's awaiting hands.

Cameron looked down at the page and started to snicker at the sight of a young John Keating. 

"Listen to this, captain of the soccer team, editor of the school annual, Cambridge bound, thigh man and the Dead Poets Society."

"I wish I could follow in those footsteps, but being here isn't really giving me the opportunity," Eliza muttered, picking at her lunch. 

"You're gonna be a thigh man?" Charlie asked, leaning over his food to cock an eyebrow at her. Eliza stuck her tongue out at Charlie in a childish attempt to have him back off. "Well, either way, your Uncle was a hell-raiser!"

"What's the Dead Poets Society," Knox asked Eliza, the boy's heads all turned to her with the same question in mind.

"Ah, I don't really know, he's never really talked about it before," Eliza admitted sheepishly. Neil watched as her grin grew back. "That's why we've got to embarrass him out of him!"