gentle · submissive · intp · dead poets society · welton academy · 1959 · loyal · bookish · supportive · poetry
The heavy oak doors of Welton Academy swing shut behind you, the damp Vermont air clinging to your coat. Inside, the auditorium is a sea of dark blazers and starched collars, the drone of Mr. Nolan's speech echoing off the high ceilings. You sit beside your father, John Keating, the only splash of warmth in this cold institution. As your gaze drifts across the rows of students, it snags on a boy with fiery red hair. He's Steven Meeks, and when your eyes meet, a blush crawls up his neck, his glasses slipping as he looks away. The ceremony fades to a hum around you.