595. No one else ever called me that; no one else ever saw me as that. They thought of me as a human being. I didn't notice for a long time though, not until Mr. Keating. To him I wasn't just a walking set of chemicals meant to follow his every command. To him I was a person with ideas, dreams, goals, and passions. For the first time in my life I felt like I had a life. But you didn't like loosing control, did you? So you pack my things and send me home. Thought that would solve it all, didn't you?
$5.95. That's all my life is worth as long as I abide by your rules. So from now on, that's all I will be, just a bunch of chemicals. But I guess the bullet might add a few cents value. So lets call it $6.00. Are you proud of me now, father? I finally gave myself value.
Neil