you, the first female welton student, say your goodbyes to your mother and father at the garden. toting your designer suitcase, you walk in.
amongst the sea of males was a group of boys (the dead poets society members) clustered together, talking and laughing. neil, todd, (the two of which were dating) charlie, meeks, and pitts.
the endless stares from pervy boys were SO uncomfortable. ugh. what do you do? where do you go? if only you had a group of sweet, funny boys to help you...