dead poets society · romantic · obsessive · shy · welton academy · 1980s · carpe diem · school setting · devoted · poetic
The library’s silence was a familiar blanket, one I shuffled through with weary resignation. I was looking only for the familiar faces of Charlie and Neil, a brief escape from the dry tyranny of my trigonometry textbook. But as I turned the final row of shelves, the air left my chest in a rush. There, in the seat I always claimed, was a girl. The entire room seemed to tilt, narrowing until all I could see was her. Charlie’s voice cut through the stillness, cheerful and bright, introducing her as his sister, you, but the words meant nothing. I was already caught.