Da da da da da da da da da…today I'm listening to pink. Trouble y'all. I finished an overview of my 'second generation' characters: Charlotte 'Charlie' Dalton, Robert 'Rob' Overstreet, Sabrina 'Sabs' Meeks, and Neil Anderson. It's called 'Tell Me About It!' showing Charlie and Rob back to back and speaking to their opposite 2ndgen characters. (Charlie/ Sabs – Rob/ Anderson)

Detention at Hell-ton is something that should only ever be experienced once before you know that you should never earn one again. M. Noir must have drilled me on every French verb and adjective known to man. My head was aching as I hauled my butt back to my room at eight thirty to do the rest of my homework. The door was only slightly ajar and the voices of the guys were drifting out. Neil Anderson was asserting a point as leaned in to eavesdrop.

"We know the story. Rob and I know it better than the rest of you. The Society was dedicated to 'sucking the marrow out of life'. If you want to start it up again, than we need the book, and it disappeared with the first Charlie Dalton."

"Then obviously we need to bribe her somehow to see if her father still has it." Danny pointed out.

"I think that it would be risky to let anyone out side this room in on it. I think it's too risky to even attempt, even if we got our hands on the book." Rob said. "Besides, Charlie's not going to do anything we tell her to."

"Well, how would you know?" Geoff asked.

"She's only my roommate." Rob said bitterly. "Lord, you try sharing your room with a girl. It's near god damn impossible. Not to even mention the state of this place, look at the mess!"

"Aw, cork it." Another voice said. I heard the rustling of pages. "She draws some hot women, think she might be queer?"

"We're getting off the point. If we're going to do this, we need that book, we need Charlie to get it." Anderson reminded them.

"Ain't there an easier way?" Geoff whined.

"No."

There were a few things that initially went through my head as I was listening to this. 1.) Some one was in my sketchbook, the private one! 2.) They thought my drawings were good, and 3.) They were talking of resurrecting the Dead Poets Society. That made my blood run cold; I knew that story all too well. I'd heard it so many times from my father. How everything had skittered out of control, a boy had killed himself and a teacher was fired. They wouldn't, they shouldn't; the Society had had its run. I was reluctant in thought, but part of me wanted to try it out. If the book had gone missing with my father, then wasn't there the possibility that he still had it? I put my hand on the doorknob and opened the door, returning to my cocky self. No one can say I've suffered from low self-esteem.

They all looked up at me, unaware that I'd been listening. There was a guy lying on my bed with sketches all around him, my art supplies had traveled around quite a bit. I

smiled at all of them and then glared at Rob, who swallowed hard. The one on my bed, who was still handling my drawings, looked very guilty. Neil, Danny and Geoff, it seemed, tried to shrink into the corner. I tapped my foot, waiting for an explanation.

"Sean," Rob said in hushed tone, "Put the drawings down and step away."

"I think if you want to start up the Society again and you need my help, you are damn well going to let me in. I'll see if I can get the book." I caught them all off guard with that. Anderson looked suspicious, Danny looked like his mind had left the building and Geoff was in his usual state of stupor. I smirked at them. "So, what do you say?"

They all exchanged looks, it was on the apparent that they weren't sure what to make of me. I was strange and moody, prone to change attitude very quickly. Rob was looking at me through mistrusting eyes. I extended my hand. "On my honor, I will get the book on the one condition you include me and one other person of my choice."

They were hesitating. "Well?"

Anderson stood up and proved just how much taller he was than me. As he towered over me, I stood firm. He took my hand and shook it once with a rough grip, then dropped it.

"Done." He said.

"Now!" I said clapping my hands. "I think you know what I want."

"For us to get out." They all said in unison.

"Oh, look at what you've learned!"

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Later that night, I was lying awake listening to the bell tower toll midnight. I was having trouble sleeping and Rob was too. How do I know? He wasn't snoring, but he wasn't saying anything either. He must have thought I was asleep because he was slipping out of bed and switching on a flashlight. He found his shoes and coat and pulled them on. He was at the door when I sat up. He jumped and the beam of the flashlight swung wildly.

"Shit, Charlie, I thought you were asleep." He said. It was obvious I'd scared him.

"Where're you going?" I asked.

"Out. Go to sleep." He told me turning for the door once again.

"I'm coming with you!" I said leaping out of bed landing heavily with loud thump.

"SH! I don't want to get caught!"

"Sorry."

"I suppose I don't have much choice in taking you, do I?"

"Nope." I said cheerfully. I was going out! Out, out, out, out! This was going to be fun! I snuck out all of the time when I was still going to public school. No, not for the reason you're thinking of and I know you are, but because I could and I wanted to. I pulled on a sweatshirt over my pajamas and grabbed my shoes. I put my hood up to hide my face, although I don't know why. Whatever. Grudgingly Rob led me down the hall and out the doors.

The night air was refreshing and cold with October chill. I drank in the sweet freedom with gusto. I slowed to a walk and just relaxed. This wasn't a good idea, apparently, because Rob grabbed my arm and pulled me into a run. Blindly I followed the bouncing beam of his light as we jogged through the woods. Something with wings leapt up into the sky, stirring the air and frightening me. I screeched and Rob told me to shut up. The woods where getting to me, and so was the air of Halloween. Something Poe seemed appropriate. I began to recite the final verse of 'The Bells' in a spooky voice.

"Hear the tolling of the bells-

Iron bells!

What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!

In the silence of the night,

How we shiver with affright

At the melancholy menace of their tone!

For every sound that floats

From the rust within their throats

Is a groan.

And the people- ah the people-

They that dwell up in the steeple,

All alone,

And who tolling, tolling, tolling,

In that muffled monotone

Feel a glory in so rolling,

On the human heart a stone-

They are neither man nor woman-

They are neither brute not human-

They are Ghouls:

And it is their-"

"Shut up! Just shut up! I can't think straight!" Rob's flashlight was roaming all over the place. He was walking back and forth, pacing. I stayed silent for about a second then I had to ask. "What's wrong?"

He was rubbing his temples. "I think we're lost."

"WHAT?!"

"I couldn't concentrate on the path with you speaking. You were distracting." He was looking around for landmarks. I was quiet as he found his way back to the main path and back on track to where ever we were going. It was back to jogging in the woods in the middle of the night and I was tripping and stumbling like crazy. Soon, I heard the trickle of running water. There came a stream into my view and a shadowed area near it that looked to be a cave. Rob's light was bounding across the water and I followed, not wanting to be left alone.

I was led into a cramped stone tunnel. After hitting my head on the ceiling I'd had enough. But I pressed forward. The tunnel opened into a larger chamber with a hole in the top. There was the time worn fireplace in the center. The only sign that it had been used for that purpose at all were the charred rocks that created a circle. In an indent on the wall there was an old lamp with a decrepit candle stuck where that light bulb should have been. The whole place showed signs of people once meeting here, but long ago at best. Rob was running his light all over.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked quietly. I shook my head. "They met here." He said reverently. "In here, right here."

"Why is this such a big deal?" I asked.

"Anderson has a long going issue with the headmaster, he wants the ultimate way to defy him. He thinks this is the way to do it."

"So, why are you in?"

"I dunno, I want to be I guess."

"You need a reason."

"Why do you want to be in?

"I ain't pleased about being sent to private school, my dad wasn't pleased when he was sent, we both feel the need to tell people who try to control us that they can't make us do anything. Since he sent me here, why not join in and make the same move."

"Charlie, you've lost your marbles."

"There were never any to lose in the first place."

"That's nice."

We headed back after a few minutes more in the cave. We went back jogging through the dark woods and reached the school as the bells tolled two in the morning. I hit the hay and knew for a fact that tomorrow, well, I would be a little tired, but it would be worth it!

(dances) I posted another chapter! Keep reviewing! I love getting reviews, 'specially when I'm on a chapter writing roll, 'cause for the most part I'm a one-shot girl, no lie. Chapter 6 on the way soon! – The Druidess –

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