No More Dead Poets: Hellton
AN: possibly a misleading title, but you'll all get it by the end. OC for the record, as there is no Carmen in the movie. This is almost an introduction type thing to Carmen.
Disclaimer- I want a dead poet, but that doesn't mean I own them. How possessive do you think I am?
Carmen walked into professor Keating's classroom. She walked up the empty rows of desks, listening to the sound her feet made on the hard cold floor. Mr. Keating was sitting at his desk, but he did not look up immediately on hearing her enter. He set down his work when he had finished reading, which was when she caught his attention.
"Carmen?" He asked, standing up and pulling off his reading glasses.
"Professor!" she said, setting down her bag next to one of the wooden desks. He set the glasses on his papers and walked around the desk.
"I haven't seen you since you graduated. What have you been up to?" He put his arms around her in a friendly hug.
"Mastering English and becoming a teacher." she replied, patting his shoulder and stepping back.
"Have you really? Well done. I was told I would be mentoring a student teacher, but I didn't realize that I would be teaching an old student of mine. Of course they leave out that you're woman as well. The boys will be excited about that."
"Thank you, professor," she gave a small laugh. "I'm sorry I was late. My train was behind."
"Fear not!" said the professor, in his characteristic poetic way, "Our young students have essays to hand in and poems to read aloud on Monday. Plenty for you to assist me with." She nodded and smiled.
"That's the fun part isn't it?" Carmen was sarcastic. She knew that would be the part she liked least about teaching. Grading paper after paper after paper, all written on the same subject. Over and over and over.
"Well of course it is," Mr. Keating answered, sounding genuine. "What wouldn't be fun about reading the work of students?" Carmen smiled again.
"You were entertained reading my essays then?" asked Carmen.
"Of course I was, so much in fact…that I kept them. Feel proud. Your papers have been all the way to London. England." Feeling flattered, Carmen said.
"So have I. I did a semester abroad over there with my sister school." He raised his eyebrows and smiled at her.
"Kudos," ahh, Carmen had forgotten his interspersed uses of multiple languages. "You could have come and said hello you know."
"Were you teaching there?" It was 'catch up' time. She had not seen her old professor in six or seven years now. How was she to know he had taught in London?
He nodded. "I was."
"Well then. I'm sure you'll have many poetic stories to share about London later."
"Later," he said, "I'm going to get back to this. Go ahead, take the weekend to get used the Hellton," Carmen snorted.
"Hellton?"
"That's the nickname of our finest New England College Preperatory School for boys, Hellton Academy, and you'll be staying here for the next eight weeks."
"That's encouraging. I'll see you on Monday then, after I've been acclimated to Hellton."
AN: Think it sucked…well stop reading if you're smart because there's plenty more where this came from.