The Girl Poet (Dead Poets Society)

Dead Poets Society Pt. 7

How To Live Right After

"A man with outward courage dares to die; a man with inner courage dares to live."
~Lao Tzu

*A bit of a trigger warning! There are some homophobic slurs!*

The small dorm was cramped and smelled of cigarettes and musk. With all the boys in the room together though, it was bound to smell this way. She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath to try and clam herself, but exhaled with a cough. "If you have to smoke take it to the hall way." She snapped. The ones smoking turned to look at her. "Well if you need to be a b-" Charlie started but was cut off by the door. They all quickly put out the cigarettes and turned to see who was entering the room.

Knox peeked in and after seeing everyone else quickly made his way inside. "Sorry I took forever I was looking for the thing you asked me to get." Knox apologized, while holding the package out to her. She sighed and quickly snatched the package from him, opening it and reaching out indicating she needed something. Knox seemed to remember something and reached into his pockets to pull out a pen seconds later. He handed this to her too.

"Ok what the hell is going on with you two? Your acting like your her slave or something, what gives Knox?" Charlie asked with a slight of annoyance and slight curiosity. She sighed and continued at the book she was scribbling in. Knox followed suit and told Charlie to be patient. The room silenced for a few seconds before Charlie got upset again, "Look I get it you want us around because your feeling lonely or whatever, but we have stuff to do. Calling a meeting isn't just so you don't feel lonely it's for serious stuff. What are you even doing?" He attempted to snatch the book from her. Knox stepped to stop him, when the girl stood up and stopped scribbling.

"If you could be patient for a moment you would know why I called you all here. First we need to talk about the elephant in the room, Neil and the Club. Nobody is stepping up for the leadership role because I'm calling for us to disband. We are going to be pinned for everything if we don't make our 'club' disappear. We've already seen how the schools gotten without evidence anything happened think about how it's going to be if they can find someone to pin everything on." She explained.

"Thats all good and such but what about when the find Neil's book? We all put our names in there, they're going to try to put it on us then!" Cameron exclaimed.

"We've got that part covered. I have Neil's book, he gave it to me to hold onto while he was preforming. So I have this other book we'll write everything in but only a bit altered so they'll think the club was about something else. I need everyone to sign in it." She threw the book to Pitts. Meeks curious as always peeked at the title.

"Why would you pick this book?! This is a book about pedophilia!" He exclaimed. Pitts who was halfway through signing it immediately stopped and looked at her. She sighed again, "It's the best we could come up with on short notice. We needed and old book about sex so they would think that we were just sitting around talking about girls and sex and stuff like that." Meeks still looked at her in distaste, "You know you could have just asked me I know better books than that in our library about sex."

"Just sign the damn book so I can tell you guys about the other stuff!" She exclaimed finally loosing her cool Abit. Pitts finished signing and passed it along till all of the boys had signed except Neil and Todd. "Ok good, first part done, now onto the rest of it. If anyone says anything about the club you will be proven false by this and you will struggle for the rest of your time around anyone who was close to Neil, because we all know that's not what he would have wanted. I personally will beat the crap out of anyone who tries to say we were the reason Neil killed himself. So moving on, Todd. We need to be careful with him, you all know how close they wer-" She was interrupted by a scoff. She turned to Cameron who had interrupted her.