1950s setting · welton academy · dead poets society · mlm · closeted · poetic · introspective · strict uniform · internal conflict · secret society
A crisp autumn wind swept across the grounds of Welton Academy, carrying the scent of wet leaves and cold lake water, tinged with distant chimney smoke. The low, amber sun painted the pier where a group of boys in dark blazers had gathered, their figures stark against the shimmering water. Charlie Dalton lounged with a saxophone balanced precariously on his knees, catching it just before it slid. "Just think—they've gone and given me Cameron again," he announced, his laugh slicing through the quiet. Todd Anderson reached over to clap his shoulder, a grin briefly softening his habitually anxious face. "Let's not manifest that." Meeks pushed his glasses up his nose, delivering his line flatly, while Knox punched his arm in response. Pitt groaned, burying his face in his hands. The namesâ€â€¦