A/N: Hello, everyone :D I'm totally obsessed with "Dead Poets Society", I've seen it 17 times already and never get bored. I really love Pitts and, since he isn't very enlightened in the movie, I've always wanted to write a story about him. Ok, Pitts and Meeks have graduated from Welton and are about to start their studies in university. It's my first Dead Poets Society fanfic, so your reviews would be most welcome.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Dead Poets Society, only Nellie Russell. Also, the statements I'll write in the beginning of each chapter about "story", belong to their respective owners, series or songs, not me.

"Let me tell you my story. Let me tell you everything" (Castiel, "Supernatural" TV series)

Since I was little I experienced the hard side of life. A father who was pressuring me to follow his steps, not interested in my own wills, a mother supportive, but too scared to show it, a family who was expecting me to become something great in life. I was trying to satisfy them, but, no matter what I was doing, it was not enough. The result? Having an extreme low self-confidence from my eight years already. I was always the last wheel of the carriage, a useless part of the family, born only to disappoint everybody around me.

This didn't change when I went to school. Welton Academy, or better HELLTON, as it's known between the students, one of the best private schools in the United States. They thought I was proud to attend this school. Proud, yeah, right. I was a plain eleven-year old boy with dark brown hair and "too tall for my age" as the women in my family were saying, and I had the feeling that life wouldn't be easy there. But I didn't say anything. I only bowed my head to my father and answered with the words he wanted to hear.

'Yes, sir, as you wish'

And I was right. Welton was hell. Conservative teachers who were treating us like robots and a headmaster who didn't care for us. He was only seeing us as numbers, as students who would go to excellent colleges after graduation, proving Welton's image in society. The only positive thing that happened was that I found very good friends, with my roommate and partner-in-crime in science, Steven Meeks, becoming my best friend. We formed a small group, with our jokes, our disagreements, our own dreams.

And then something happened when I was sixteen years old, something that changed my life forever. A new English teacher, Mr. Keating, arrived. He explained us the importance of living our lives as we want, following our dreams, "seizing the day". With his encouragement, my friends and I revived the Dead Poets Society. We were going secretly to an old cave outside school, where we were reading poems of Thoreau, Whitman and other great poets and we were feeling ourselves. Not what our parents and teachers wanted us to be, but what WE wanted us to be. But even this dream didn't last for long. Like a comet, which is bringing light only for a second. Then the darkness came again, with a friend committing suicide because his father wanted to stop him from living his dream, another being expelled and the third one being a fink who told Mr. Nolan, our headmaster, everything about the Dead Poets Society. And I was so naive to believe that this would last forever. God, how stupid I was!

My graduation came soon, but I didn't realize it. The pride I was feeling in the cave, the feeling I was someone, vanished as fast as it came. With this mood I would start my life as a student in Yale's University of Physics. But then I met HER. And this made the difference.

My name is Gerard Pitts. Worthless, closed, too shy to say two sentences, even when I'm with friends. And this is my story.

Being a girl these days is one of the most difficult tasks. Typically you have earned some rights, like the right to study at college, but basically the situation is the same. You are underestimated by almost everyone, you are considered less intelligent than a boy because of your gender and the only role you supposedly have is to find a husband (a wealthy one preferably) and raise children.

I am no exception. Since I was a little girl in pigtails I was becoming furious when relatives were telling me to find a good man to marry, especially when they were saying to my younger brother to become something great in his life. But my worst experience was when I was only 14 years old, when my father wanted me to marry a colleague of his! It was the worst argument I had ever lived in this family. Me, marrying at 14! And not only that, but with the man being 25 years elder than me! Once I learned about his plans, I locked myself in my room and didn't go out for two days. Thank God my mother managed to calm the spirits.

I had expected things getting worse when I took the decision to go to college. My father didn't agree, he insisted that I should find someone to marry, but he didn't care that much in the end. I was lucky, because he was concentrated on my brother and that he had the best grades in school.

Maybe this is what hurts me most: the fact that I never had that tight brother-sister relationship with Alexander. I never told him to be careful, like elder sisters do, we never laughed together about a prank he did at school, he never trusted me with a secret. I have the impression that the only thing that connects us is our blood bond, otherwise we would be like two strangers.

When I left my hometown to go to college, my feelings were varying. On the one hand I was happy to leave everything behind, to start a new, independent life and studying the subject I always loved. But on the other hand I was afraid of the unknown, afraid of what I would meet. Until I met HIM. And I felt something connecting me with him, as if he was the magnet and I was the metal.

My name is Nellie Russell. Underestimated, unsecure, trying to be strong. And this is my story.

A/N: Alright, guys, end of prologue. I hope you liked it :) Also, if you don't mind, I would like you to tell me some things about college system in America, because I'm from Greece and don't know many things. Thanks a lot xx