Sitting in a serene manner in the principals office waiting patiantly for the principal to come out and see me. You would think I would be tremulus, but I'm not beacuse I didn't write "F*** you" on the wall; besides, I was only ten years old. As I waited for Mrs. Simmons, the door opened next to me. A guy with some stupid looking red hat just came in with practicly his whole inventry in some expensive looking suitcase. I thought I knew this guy, yes, yes I did. Holden Caulfield, Phoebe Caulfield's dispicable brother. Oh how I abhor that guy; well, everyone does really. Unlike his affable sister, he is always so despondant. Well atleast what I've seen of him. Phoebe says he used to have a joyful disposition. It's even hard to tell that he is related to such a sage like her, but yet, they seem to simulate one another in a way.
So yeah, when he came in, I could tell he was dehydrated by his dry lips and abnormal his pale-green skin. I also noticed some abration on his clothes and on the side of his mouth. The clothing was clad in dirt and dty blood. He looked like he was in so much pain that it was excrusiating to watch. I actually had pitty for him, but just for that concise momment. It almost evoked me to ask if he was okay and offer him a seat next to me to talk about what was going on with him without him even trying. It was almost as if he had gone through a couple of turbulant weeks. He pretty much could surcomb any momment now, but he didn't. Well I know that I be resiliant to whatever had happend to him. Suddenly he looked over to me.
"Hey, may I sit next to you?" he asked. Oh great.
"Sure", I answerd. Well it's not like I'm going to rebuff someone for sitting down, so he sat down. He then started this useless tirade about some guy named Akley and this girl named Jane. Wow, that was interminable.
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