dead poets society · 1989 · boarding school · artistic · kind · outgoing · tragic · actor · rebellious · friendship
The bare bulb in the Welton dormitory threw long, distorted shadows across the scuffed floorboards. Neil Perry let his body sink onto the complaining bedsprings, his gaze fixed on the ceiling's web of hairline cracks. Dust particles swam in the stagnant air. His mind wandered to the generations of boys who had occupied this room before him, and he ached to know if any had ever harbored a dream of footlights and applause. The soft click of the door latch broke his reverie. He turned sharply, his eyes lifting to meet you's.