Only then did Evangeline realize that she didn't know what to say. Usually she would rehearse what she would say in her head, but this time she didn't and her mind was blank.
"Do you need something?" He asked quisitively. He was wearing reading glasses that rested on his nose, causing him to look a few years older than he actually was.
"Um... hi... Mr. Keating, I uh need to talk to you about something," she stumbled on her words nervously. His eyebrows lifted questioningly. "Um, so, basically, I'm from 2021 and um obviously it's not 2021, it's the 50s or something and I know you from a mov-" The door slammed shut on me. She stood for a second, mouth wide open.
The she snapped out of it and began knocking on his door and buzzing the buzzer. Out of the overhead bay window, he looked down at her and yelled, "You need help, miss. I don't know you, you're a very strange person, and I hope you have a great life, but please leave me alone!"
"Please, Mr. Keating, you need to help me!" She begged him. He looked at her as her innocent blue eyes pleaded for help, but he closed the window.
Her eyes brimmed as her vision blurred, but then the door swung open. "And why must I believe you?" He asked, not harshly, but curiously.
"O Captain, my Captain."
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John Keating and Evangeline were now packing up for Welton Academy. It's crazy to believe that only two months ago she was convincing him that she was from the year 2021.
~two months earlier~
Evangeline was sitting uncomfortably on a stool as Mr. Keating was preparing them both a cup of tea. She glanced into another doorway. It looked to be a dimly lit nook. The walls were all bookcases with a red chair tucked in the corner. She was snapped out of her gaze when he slid a teacup to her, and she took a sip from it. Too sweet, she thought to herself.
"Look, miss-"
"Evangeline."
"Miss Evangeline, what a strange name, I've allowed you into my home, please explain what you mean about me being in a movie, a-and you being from 2021, and how- explain to me how you knew about 'O Captain, my Captain." She looked up from her tea to Keating. He looked exhausted.
"So, uh, in my time there's a movie called Dead Poets Society and you're in it. I went to see it in a movie theater an-and when the movie finished and I left the theater I was here. Capt, it sounds unbelievable but I have proof." She pulled out her driver's license. "Look, October 4, 2004, I'm not even born yet."
"Things like that can be easily altered and changed," Keating claimed. Then, Evangeline remembered her cellphone. She pulled it out quickly and turned it on.
"Look, this is a cellphone from the future. A cellphone is a telephone but it travels with you," she stated urgently, hoping this would convince him. "There's no technology now that could create this."
He looked at it strangely, turning it and inspecting every angle of it. Still eyeing it, he told her, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I believe you."
"That's good news, because I just remembered something," she replied shakily.
"And what is that?"
Evangeline rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "Um, uh, one of your students is gonna die. A-and I sound literally so stupid but as I said I s-saw the movie, and a, uh, a student of yours kills himself."
