Author's Note: I do not own Dead Poets Society, sorry. I am not Peter Weir. But if I did, Neil wouldn't have died. :( And Nuwanda wouldn't have been expelled. And he would have beaten the living crap out of Cameron. And Nuwanda wouldn't have been expelled. Keating wouldn't have left Welton. Todd would have a spine. And Nuwanda wouldn't have been expelled. Neil's father wouldn't be an ass. And Nuwanda wouldn't have been expelled. Did I mention Charlie 'Nuwanda' Dalton wouldn't have been expelled? Okay, good.

This isn't my life anymore. Father wanted me to become a doctor, I wanted to be an actor. I was born to act, I was born to play roles that are extraordinary! Being a doctor is just ridiculous, bland, blatant. It's nothing to pee yourself over. Now, please listen to me. He stripped away my dignity, my freedom, my everything away from me!

It isn't fair.

When I was set for the role of Puck, I was amazed, I was excited, ecstatic, just…satisfied. I felt like I belonged in that play. But I'm trapped. I'm constantly being pulled by Father's restraints when Todd or Charlie tries to get me away.

But it's the end for me.

I no longer wish to fight against him. This battle, it's affected Mother and my friends. And this battle has been going far enough. I need to end it.

I have lived a glorious life, short, but amazing. And now it's time to go. Now, please forgive me for what I have done. Running away would have been stupid, the only solution would have been that of suicide. I'm not sorry.

I'm a free man now. I could get away with anything and not be forced back into reality's grasps. Being in 'A Midsummer's Night Dream' was my dream. And I fulfilled it with open arms and inviting smiles. Everyone loved me. And as I take my final bow, that dream has become a reality. Everything transfigures back.

Acting has always been my passion. It was something I've always wanted to do. I've gotten the chance to live that moment. Praise. Cheers. Laughs. Tears. I felt like I could be myself. No longer hiding from a mask and being knocked away from his demands. Me going to medical school. Ten years. That's forever! And by the time I get out, I can do whatever I want? Oh, save it! I can be what I want, nobody can push me away now.

"If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended. That you have but slumbered here while all these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme no more yielding but a dream. Gentles do not reprehend. If you pardon, we will mend. And as I am an honest Puck, if we have unearned luck. Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, we will make amends ere long. Else, Puck the liar call; so goodnight unto you all, give me your hands if we be friends. And Robin shall restore amends."

Keep on moving forward…Nuwanda.

Best wishes, Todd. Be extraordinary.

Thank you, Captain. Just…thank you.

And now, Captain, I have done what I've wanted to do. Carpe Diem. Seize the day. Sucking the marrow out of life! I've lived deliberately.