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CHAPTER FOUR! ( WOMEN SWOON. )
JOAN AND VIOLET sat down at the edge of the girls' table and ate quickly. The two of them wanted to be done with lunch so that they had time to finish their history homework before the looming due date. Before Joan even finished eating, she glanced over at the boys' table and saw them all passing around a book excitedly.
"What do you think they're looking at?" she asked Violet, overcome with curiosity.
"Why do you care so much?" she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Stop that. I'm just a curious person," Joan tried to defend herself, "Whatever, not my business anyway." However, as she was turning her head away, Charlie caught her eye, eagerly motioning for her to come over to his table.
"I guess you'll find out soon," Violet chuckled.
Joan looked at Charlie like he was crazy. Not getting up to socialize with other tables during lunch was an unwritten rule of Welton, let alone a table of the opposite gender. They would indefinitely be questioned and would most likely receive demerits if their reason was not deemed acceptable by the staff, which of course, nobody's reasoning was ever enough for the staff. There seemed to be a large number of unwritten rules at Welton, as well as many very clear, written rules. Joan shook her head despite her curiosity.
"I'll ask him later," Joan said, turning back to Violet.
"For someone who claims to find him ridiculously annoying, you sure do talk to him a lot" Violet grinned.
"Shut up, he has nice friends is all," Joan reasoned kicking Violet lightly under the table. Violet just giggled and continued to wolf down her mystery meat.
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As Joan and Violet ventured outside, they were quickly joined by none other than Charlie Dalton.
"Guys, come check this out!" he said enthusiastically. He slung his arm over Joan's shoulder and she quickly grabbed Violet's hand. Charlie steered them towards the group of boys who were walking purposefully down the stairs.
Once they intercepted the group, Charlie took the book out of Neil's hands and held it in Joan's face. "Check this out! It's Mr. Keating! Captain of the soccer team, editor of the school annual, Cambridge bound, Thigh man, and the Dead Poets Society."
Joan took the annual into her own hands and studied the picture.
"Wow, he was very accomplished," Violet admired.
"Wait a minute, what's the Dead Poets Society?" Joan looked up at the faces of the boys inquisitively.
"That's what we're going to go figure out right now. Come on, let's go," Neil said excitedly. He held out his hands, non-verbally requesting the book back. She handed it to him and followed the group towards Mr. Keating.
