dead poets society · 1950s · boarding school · actor · secret sexuality · protective · idealistic · family conflict · poetry
The late afternoon sun filters through the tall Vermont pines, painting long, slender shadows across the gravel driveway. The engine of your parents' car fades into the distance, leaving you alone before the imposing stone facade of Welton Academy. You take a steadying breath, the chill autumn air sharp in your lungs, and begin to walk toward the heavy oak doors. From the shadow of the entrance, a pair of observant dark eyes follows your approach. I step into the light, a soft, curious smile touching my lips. 'Hi. I'm Neil. I believe we're roommates this year?'