○Soft Light○||A Dead Poets Society Fanfiction

\Interrogation/

I have done so little
For you,
And you have done so little
For me,
That we have good reason
Never to agree...

-Langston Hughes

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About three weeks had passed at Welton, and on the surface of all events, everything seemed well.

Charlotte and Meeks were shamelessly official as a couple. The Dead Poets and girls met in the cave at night frequently, in spite of the girls fervent hate of Cameron. The Captain continued with his abnormal teachings. There was even talk of a play that Neil was interested in, and a dance being held at Welton for the first time.

But underneath all of this, there was an unease. Charlotte was being watched, and her father had still not answered her letters. Not to mention, exam season was coming up.

"Its almost winter, you'd better be ready Charlotte..."
Neil said in a joking tone one afternoon.

"Be ready for what? What's happening?" The girl tried not to let her underlying panic show through this question.

"Nothing, only that with all these big tests coming up, Meeks is going to start murdering himself every evening over textbooks!" Charlie butted in with a cocky smirk.

Sure enough, Steven started to stay late in the study hall, flipping through workbooks trying to cram as much information into his head as possible. And he would do so repeatedly, every night.

Charlotte would try to stay with him and keep him company. However he would always insist that she leave him be, claiming that it was late and she didn't have to suffer with him.

Really, the girl thought that he found her to be a distraction.

A distraction was the last thing that Meeks wanted during his study times. But for Charlotte, any distraction to get her mind off of the eerie note she found on her desk was appreciated.

Her mind was spinning in circles trying to understand what the vague message meant.

Charlotte was constantly anxious, wondering who could be watching her and what they knew about her, or if someone was trying to play a trick on her. The latter seemed much more safe and possible.

The girl could not vent her issues to her new boyfriend because of how stressed he already was with his academic goals. She would not dare to be a burden on him. Even if that meant bearing her problems on her own.

And little did the curly girl know, she was about to have a few more problems.

Charlotte was summoned down to Mr. Nolans office one afternoon. She assumed it was for routine checks. The Dead Poets had been careful not to get caught during their nightly escapades, so she felt it wasn't that.

The girl entered the office, shutting the large brown door behind her. The room was ornate, filled with warm colors, trophies and plaques, books, certificates, and busts of old headmasters.

Mr. Nolan sat at his desk in an oversized chair, writing away with a pen and ink jar. He did not look up.

"Have a seat Ms. Lewis..." he murmured. The old man was much less cheery than the girl remembered him acting from the first day.

Charlotte sat in one of the smaller chairs facing him. Suddenly she was nervous. Her hands started to fidget and she was conscious of the fact that she decided to wear her hair out today, with only the top pinned back. She tried to push the curls behind her shoulders.