A/N: Hello, everyone. Here we are, another chapter is ready. It's about the first day of our heroes in university and describes basically their thoughts and feelings. Nothing special, but I hope you'll like it and don't worry, things are getting more interesting in the next chapter ;)

dontchasethesheep- Thanks a lot :) I'm really glad I'm not the only one who wants stories about Pitts, I think he's really adorable and very loyal.

Guest- Thank you, for your review and the information about college system :) I was afraid that it would be very different from the Greek one, but they're quite similar :)

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"You think you know a story. But you only know how it ends. To get to the heart of the story, you have to go back to the beginning"

(Henry VIII, the "Tudors" TV series opening)

The yard of the university was full with students. Some, probably first-years, seemed nervous, others were happy, as if they were home. I was standing at the entrance of the Physics University, with closed eyes, trying to enjoy the laughter around me, but failing. My worries, my low self-confidence, everything had returned. The only positive thing was that I would have Meeks, my best friend, as fellow-student. With a smile I remembered the time in Welton, where we had built a small radio in secret.

" 'That wouldn't be a radio on your lap, would it, Mr. Pitts?' asked Dr. Hager, looking at me suspiciously.

'No, sir' I answered hastily. 'It's a science experiment. Radar!' "

'Well, Yale University' Meeks said, making me open my eyes. 'I'm curious to see how life here will be'

Anything better than Hellton and my home, I thought. I would prefer to say it aloud, but Meeksie would be worried if I would speak angrily. I was always the silent, calm and kind Pittsie, even for my best friend. But since Neil's suicide, a feeling I had never felt before started growing inside me, although I tried not to show it. And this feeling was rage. Rage for Mr. Nolan, Mr. Parry, my parents and everyone who was planning our lives, indifferent about what we want. Although a long time had passed, the shadow of what had happened in Welton was still haunting me.

My breath had become difficult and, feeling ashamed, I looked away. My mind travelled to the others, to the rest of the Dead Poets Society and the colleges they had chosen. Everything was lost, everything was different, but, for me, we would always be the Dead Poets Society. Three words, innumerable dreams, wishes and promises.

I thought about Charlie and couldn't help but smile. Charlie and Meeks were the only ones who were trying to help me become more extroverted.

" 'Come on, Pittsie! Get out of your shell! Otherwise you'll appear as vulnerable and weak!'

'Maybe I am, Charlie'

'No, you are not!' he practically yelled at me. 'And stop acting like this, for God's sake!' "

And Cameron, that brat, that shoe-licking FINK, kept telling me that, if I didn't speak up more, I would fail all my exams. As if the whole world is about exams. I balled my hands into fists when I thought about him. It was obvious from the beginning that he was forced to join us. And when it was clear that they would blame everything on Mr. Keating, he didn't hesitate to go to Nolan. I had made many thoughts and had given many definitions to the word "friendship", but Cameron's actions never were part of them.

'Pitts?' Meeks spoke again. 'Pitts, are you listening to me? Are you fine?'

I sighed, looked back at him and nodded, hoping that my expression wasn't revealing my previous thoughts. Even though scared myself, I always tried to give courage to my friends, since I was at school. But Meeks obviously wasn't convinced by my nod, because he patted my back to comfort me.

'It will be alright, Pittsie. You'll see. We'll have interesting classes, we are away from our parents, we will have new friends here...'

I nodded again and this time it was my turn to not be convinced by his words. How could he know? I was afraid of the unknown, but, most of all, I was afraid to meet new people. Only at the thought to lose another friend, my eyes filled with tears and I quickly blinked to prevent them from running down.

With a slow pace, Meeks and I walked through the entrance.

I had my bracelet on for the first day, the bracelet with the engraving "Forever Friends" on it. My best friend Olivia had given it to me when we were eleven and she had the same one. Olivia and I had known each other since we were little children and we were also classmates and roommates at school, but our paths had parted. When I told her about college, she revealed she was engaged with a young doctor called Thomas, from a wealthy family. I wasn't surprised to be honest, because, although we were friends, our opinions on this issue were completely different. What a disappointment it was for my dad when he learned about the engagement. This is the way he wanted his own daughter to behave, but, unfortunately, I wanted to be my own woman. Not that I didn't dream of a family, but I also wanted to do things for myself.

Once I entered the courtyard of Yale University, everything, my anxiety, my worries, disappeared. I was finally there, away from my father's oppression, about to study Law, which I loved!

Alright, Nellie, another chapter of your life begins. Ready to enjoy it?

I walked into the Law School, feeling excited and curious about what we would do today. Probably some sort of introduction, welcoming in the University and a few information about studies. While I was waiting for the professor to enter, I looked around at the students who were slowly coming. There were many girls, something that made me happy. Missing Olivia, I hoped I would make new friends here, I would have a female company to chat and joke with. Despite my "strong personality" as many state (with some meaning it in a positive way and some in a negative), I was blushing whenever I was in the presence of a guy. Although, deep down, I had the secret wish to meet someone here, someone to like, someone who would like me because I was myself, not because my family was rich or because his parents were urging him to find someone to marry.

But, no matter what would happen, I had no doubt about one thing: that this would be a very interesting year.

A/N: Alright, guys, that was it for now, hope you liked it :) Can't wait for your reviews and, if you want to give me ideas or some advice, please, feel free xx