○Soft Light○||A Dead Poets Society Fanfiction

\Chemistry/

They sought chemistry,
we made art.

-Ordia Michael
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It was the first day of classes, and that ugliness that Charlotte expected in people started to show its face.

When she would walk into class, certain boys and girls would snicker.
She could sit in a desk at the back of the room and hear their mumbled words.

'What is she doing here...never seen one up close before...'

Charlotte just pushed through the day, pretended not to care. It was better in some classes when Patricia or one of the other girls was with her.

"What's your issue, huh?" Patty would go off on anyone giving rude stares. They would be shocked, and turn away.

"Its ok... you really don't need to."

"They really don't need to stare. I mean, geez!"

Charlotte was flattered by Patty's valiant efforts.

Throughout the day, the classes were noticeably boring. They stuck to a routine, old and middle aged men would read from a text book and a class full of students would follow along begrudgingly.

Charlotte was naturally great with geographic studies, and Latin. However there was a class that she did not particularly excel in;

Chemistry.

She hated chemistry with a passion. Really anything with mathematics, she could never get the hang of it.
And for her next period she would have to face her academic enemy.
Well, if she could find the classroom that is.

Charlotte had lost her way to the class, so when she finally made it, the bell had just rung.

"I'm sorry I'm late I-"

"Take a seat Ms. Lewis"
A stern man with white hair and a handlebar mustache spoke at the head of the room.
"Do you truly believe that I have any care as to why you lack the capability to arrive on time to my class? You should learn to be here before the bell, Ms. Lewis. There will be consequences."

His eyes cut into her as she stood there temporarily paralyzed.

Charlotte's eyes scrambled to find an empty chair but there were none, only other faces looking up at her, some sneering or stifling laughs.

"You can sit next to me."

A boys voice spoke, she turned to look and saw the ginger boy with glasses from the previous day. His hand was slightly raised to beckon her over.

Charlotte went to the corner where he was sitting, and sat cautiously in the desk next to him.

She could examine his features more clearly at such a close distance. He smile was sweet, his freckles seemed to be placed perfectly on his round face, his hair was kind of curled and the front few strands fell over his forehead. She thought of a red sea when she saw it, a red wave, tumbling and cascading over other waves of auburn. His gold rimmed glasses were large, but they could not shield those glistening brown eyes.

Charlotte could feel her neck and cheeks getting warm. She tried to blink away her daze.

"Thank you..." she managed to utter in a low voice.

"It's no problem." He replied.

The teacher at the front cleared his throat loudly, though it sounded more like a growl. Charlotte swiftly turned in her seat to face the board.