𝐎𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍, 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍
⤷ DEAD POETS SOCIETY.
₊˚₊˚ in which the lovely ladies
of henley hall are forced
to move to welton academy,
finding love, friendship and
a new view on the world...
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. the odd english class. ( 🕰🏹🍂🎻 ) ━━━━ ❦ ˖*°࿐
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SCHOOL. There was a difference in the eyes of students between school and education.
A school was the institution in which children were locked up for six hours or more and were forced fed backward and one-sided ideas on the world. School was the place in which ideas could not freely flow if they did not match those of higher authority.
School was a prison without the barbed wire.
Education, on the other hand, was the ability to learn. It was being given information and letting the mind process for itself, the idea that the student was to interpret the information in any way they like. Education was the seed planted in a young mind to help them grow and flourish into an intelligent human being.
Welton did anything but that.
Theylived up to the nickname Helton and the innocent Henley Hall's girls suffered through this torture on the very first day of their new school. It was constant pushing and shoving from the boys — aside from the few catcalls and playful whistles that surrounded them almost everywhere they stepped.
In contrast to the flustered faces of young girls, Elizabeth Edward's expression didn't crack at compliments or hollers of immature boys. Her green eyes didn't stray the direction of the end of the hall at the smirks and nods from hormone filled bodies. And there was no slip up in her step at the insults she received when she ignored their blatantly vulgar comments. She was stone cold with a slight grin that appeared only when she would see the boys choke on air and become speechless as she walked past.
Ruby James was rather the opposite, while she wasn't in the slightest bit unsettled by the boys and their big mouths, she was rather agitated by their attitudes and idiotic tendencies. She'd gone a record of four minutes in the stairwell before someone made the mistake of treading on the back of her black leather boot. Her head had snapped towards the boy with a fury that couldn't be matched, her eyes blazed red and it looked as though she was snarling. She'd spat a few angry words before she lurched out to attack him because of his snarky remark — he was lucky Eliza could hold her back thankfully.
