Todd Anderson Dead Poets Society の小説・ストーリー

In the end, Todd was locked in a small dark room and was given little water for two or three days to ensure that he would not die. Todd just stayed in the room that could not see the sun. The surrounding environment was filthy, and the ground was very damp. He had no idea what had happened here. It was full of stink. However, Todd did not have a choice. He smelled terrible and disgusting. Perhaps, this was the place where the people who owed money stayed before. 'Dad will save me.' Todd thought. Todd put all his hopes on his father because he was the only son in their family. 'It's impossible for Dad to watch me die without helping me! Even grandpa. For the sake of the Andersons, he would le

People even started gathering, yet he remained the same. "Can you fucking talk? What the hell is your problem?" Ree chipped in. I didn't want to believe anything happening now until I saw Lane. "To kill the dog." It was as if my whole world had crumbled to the ground. I was speechless but I had a lot to say. Why? Why him? Why me? Why here? Why him? Why the old creepy man?

"Remember how we used to be the favorite squad in college. Me, you, Gabriella and James? After college, everyone just zoned out of the squad." "Some did while some slept with their supposed friends' wife. College bullshit," Anderson cussed under his breath. Jude nodded, "true." Anderson's ringing phone cut short their conversation and he grabbed it from his seat. The caller was Tony. He answered without wasting a second further and before he could speak, Tony spoke. "What?" Anderson sprang to his feet after Tony's words, hearing distant noises and cry and for help. "I'll be there right now. Keep all harmful or sharp objects away from her reach, make sure she doesn't see any!"

Nonetheless, he quickly masked his expression and lowered his gaze. "Mr. Lloyd, what's wrong?" Chantelle asked. Andrew forced a smile and said, "Nothing. Come on, let's look around." Chantelle looked puzzled. "Mr. Lloyd, why did your face suddenly turn so pale?" Tiana also noticed and said, "Andy, you weren't bitten by a Deathbug, were you? You look really scary right now." Andrew waved dismissively. "I'm fine, really. Let's go find a way into the tomb chamber."

Unable to finish her thought, she succumbed to her emotions. Upon leaving the Anderson mansion, Andrea, having purchased a suit for Pete for the upcoming wedding, proceeded to her next errand—meeting Kelly, the designer responsible for her bridal dress. Upon Andrea's arrival, Kelly's expression revealed his astonishment. The tragic demise of Valentine Anderson was public knowledge throughout Vegas City, and he had naturally assumed Andrea would be preoccupied with the somber task of funeral preparations. The explosive incident that had taken Valentine's life had left no hope of preserving his remains, necessitating a prompt burial.

Syrus opened it and got the biggest shock of his life. “Mr. Syrus, Anderson is dead.”

"Do you promise?" "Of course!" “Then, it's decided! Yey!” Lena cheered happily. "Then, let's order some food and-" “Rather than dealing with that stupid party thing, we better hurry to the auditorium room now. Professor Anderson's death tribute ceremony will begin soon," interrupted Sander, who was already among the group of students in a mysteriously calm tone. A bespectacled man with a middle parted hair and an expression that was always look serious, with an aura that can succeed in making all the students dare not move or even argue with him.

A glistening tear rolled down Juliet's cheek and dripped onto her school skirt. "She hung herself a week after the incident. She died because of us, because of Emilia, because of the stupid Gardening Club..." She finally finished. She was no longer looking at Alice. Alice was stunned, now that she knew the truth. She always suspected there was something bad that happened between Courtney and Emilia, but nothing like this. It was like the final piece of the jigsaw puzzle had fallen into place. She wasn't surprised why the entire club felt upset about her death. They probably blamed themselves, Alice thought to herself, Because they weren't there to sympathize with her.

Under the bright porch light, he looked stunning and imposing, which accentuated Anderson’s disheveled appearance even more. As Anderson gazed at Noah, his lips trembled uncontrollably. "Where is Ayanna?" he asked. Noah chuckled coldly. "Buried." Buried... Anderson’s eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't accept this outcome, yet he also found it absurdly ironic. He was the one who had driven her to her death and yet he was consumed with regret now. Noah took a drag from his cigarette, the faint green smoke hanging in the air under the porch light.

Todd walked out as soon as the presentations were over, the winner would be contacted via a mail so there was nothing more to wait for, Rick ran up to him just as he was about to enter his car. “Todd Anderson” He said and Todd paused, he knows that voice, he can never forget the voice of someone he once considered a friend “Rick” Todd said as he turned back to face Rick Warren “you were going to leave without saying hello” Rick said flashing a fake smile,