Elizabeth Keating decides to accompany her father to America where he will teach at a private school for boys called Welton, in Vermont. Leaving behind London, the city in which she grew up, will be painful not only because they will both distance themselves from her mother but because for Elizabeth, her room at the top of the stairs from where she could observe the busy streets and marvel at the London scenery was her refuge; inside that room full of photographs of the most distant and exquisite landscapes she could dream of being someone different, without ties or logicisms to which to adapt. Now, she could start a new story, enter corridors crowded with hormonal teenage boys and enjoy the painfully beautiful gardens that surrounded the building that contained the testosterone plague.
However, when she ends up colliding with the most beautiful brown saddened eyes, she will feel her world crumbling down and wishing to bolt right back to those familiar but mean façades she left back in London. Maybe, after all, she was only the bolter: an unknown work of art that time has wanted to paint over.
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Book 1- The Bolter.
Book 2- Coming soon.
neil perry x fem!oc
@_ladycordelia
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There were no female students at Welton Academy. There never was and, most likely, there never would be.
That is, until, a certain teacher's daughter is given special permission to attend.
Todd Anderson x OC
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dead Poets Society. Everything (except my OC and minor plot tweaks) was created by someone else
Cover Art: NEEDED! If you can do cover art please private message me! Thanks! :)
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