Short Story
First of all, my
name is Stradtaler; I am 18 years old, study in Pencey Prep. The rest of my
personal stuffs are not a relevant thing to discuss. Today there was this
important game, the last of the year, between Pencey and Saxon Hall. I watched
the game until half time the game was quite boring so I left the field, anyway
I would had to leave the match because I had to be ready for a date I had in
that afternoon. So I run to my room, which was in Ossenburger Memorial Wing. There
was a pretty cold weather and I was cold until I get to my room. In my room there
where my roommate, Holden two years younger than me and with a special
personality, and this bastard who lives next door, called Ackley. I didn´t
likes Ackley, but for my luck I only said hello to Ackley, considering that he
leaved immediately the room.
I was with alone
with Holden in the room, I was preparing myself for the date, and he was just
horsing around, he was quite irritating. Then suddenly I remember the
composition I have to done for English. I wouldn´t have time to do it after the
date, and I have to read for some pages of Social Studies for Monday, damn I
had to do something, I cannot miss my date . Then I had this clever idea, how
about asking Holden to do mi composition. I heard he was good at it, after all
English was the only subject he passed.
So I asked Holden
if he can do me a big favour doing this composition for me. I felt he wasn´t
very enthusiastic to help me out. He answers "I might. I might not"
to every question I asked him, damn how I hate that kind of answer, that’s the
easy way to not get involved in a commitment. He asked me; anyway, what my composition
has to be about. I told him that it has to be about anything descriptive, like
a house, a room or something you lived in. As he didn´t give me a right away
answer, I flattered him a little to make him want to write mi composition, but
he continued saying he might do it or he might not do it, he was a bastard and selfish
as hell, I didn´t like him, but I didn´t hate him too. It wasn´t like me relation
with Ackley, I hate that sonuvabitch.
Holden asked me who
I was dating. I wasn´t in humour to continued talking to him, but as I need him
to do mi composition I had to answer. Equally, I couldn´t said too much about
her I had only meet her that day. Even though I knew a little about her, I knew
she was familiar with Holden, she told me that when I meet her. I didn´t know
how a girl like she can be familiar with Holden. Holden looked surprise, he
asked me about her name. I told him her name was Jane Gallagher, without interest.
In the moment I said her name I saw
excitement reflected in his eyes. Holden said that I was right. He told me
quite enough things about her, but I wasn´t paying attention to what he was
saying, none one seem interesting. The only I can remember now is that her
stepfather used to go around the hole house naked with Jane around, that’s all
I remember and I remember it because I found it funny. I was to concentrated
fixing appearence to played attention to what Holden was saying. After telling
me how they knew each other, he said that he was going down to say hello to her
like ten times, he only said words and did nothing, it was very annoying. He
was paranoiac about this girl; he asked me more details about the date what I planned
to do with her, where I was taking her, etc.
After pretend I
was listening to what he was saying, I was finally going to my date, before I
leaved I told him again to do my composition, he didn´t answer he only asked me
to give Jane his regards (A thing I forgot to do). I´m not feel like going into
details of how my date was. So I guess I´m going to leave my story up to here.
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