Catcher In The Rye

An Awakening Image Girls can be a little trouble. I'm not sexist or anything, in fact I'm in love with girls. I go out with them all the time, and I always have a back up girl in my mind that I call in case anything goes wrong with the first one. That's just the kind of guy I am. I'm able to do that. Not many guys are. I have the ability to have girls come to me; I don't have to do any of the work. It's as if they are magnetized to me or something. But there was this one time that things didn't go as planned, and out of all my girls I've gone out with, which I must say there are more than I can count, this is the one I remember best. Jane Gallagher was her name, and boy was she something. But don't get any ideas, I don't want you to jump to conclusions, I want you to hear my story, it's nothing special or anything, in fact I don't even know why I'm telling this.

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The Catcher in the Rye

I should in fact write it down or something and turn it in to English class when he gives us another essay to write.

I'll start from the beginning and lead you into it. I came back to my dorm at half time from our football game up at Pency High School, and my roommate was there, Holden Caulfield. I guess he's an ok guy, but he is just so weird. He isn't the guy that I would hang out with out though, he would seriously ruin my image. That's pretty hard to do, but he can do it, so can that kid Ackley, he's our roommate across the bathroom, he's a moron that guy. Anyway back to my story, I had a big date and I started getting ready, and plus I had to rush because my date was waiting in the Annex. I had everything coming to me at once. You ever get that, when your in a rush and everything goes wrong, everything seems to slow you down, and everything seems to annoy you, well this was one of those times. I was shaving because first I look like crap with hair growing all over my face. But the first shave wasn't so good, so had to shave a second time, making things go even later, and then I have Holden next to me trying to be annoying turning the stupid washbowl on and off. I wanted to punch him in the face but I didn't have the time, I'd rather have fifteen more minutes with Jane in the backseat of the car then I would with punching Holden. And plus I couldn't punch Holden, I had to ask him to do me a favor before I left.

I had this stupid project to do for English class. This stupid essay, I hate writing essays, I guess they're good for you in the end, but they are just so time consuming, why can't they give an essay that's fun to write, like when we were little kids or something. I can only recall one essay I wrote for English class this year, it was on this one book called"¦ugh"¦I can't remember it right now, but all the other essays assigned I've had other people write them fo"¦Oh! I remember now, The Catcher in the Rye, yeah that's what it was called. It wasn't bad, but I liked the essay. You had to write a scene from the novel in another person's view of the situation. I thought that I could have fun with that one and put some crazy ideas in it. But anyways I asked Holden to do my English essays for me, he finally said he would, kind of, but it took him a long time to even slightly agree to the situation. He was a weird one all right, when I shaving again, the psycho jumped on me and got me in this choke hold the was weak as hell. I'm too strong for Holden, but he let out this stupid, I mean stupid saying.

"Liberate yourself from my viselike grip," he says to me And I yelled, "Je-sus Christ." I put down the razor and got him off of me. He was a pain, but I had to deal with him. So now I was ready to leave, and Holden asks who my date was, but I couldn't remember her name to well, and it turned out that Holden knew Jane from when he was a kid, which was kind of ironic, I thought. Maybe it was meant to be I thought to myself that night, but turns out we weren't. Anyways I was trying to get out of there, but Holden just kept going on and on about Jane. I know he liked her, it was obvious, but only to me, he wouldn't admit such a thing if I brought it up, so I didn't. So I left and went off with Jane.

I thought she was going to be a blast, but my idea of fun wasn't her idea of fun. I tried everything on her, all the smooth moves, and nothing worked. She forced me to say one of the stupidest things I think I have ever said to a girl.

"I have this bad scar on my leg." I said. Chicks really dig scars.

She says, "Oh yeah, how did it happen?" So I say to her, which I really, really regret saying, "Well we can slip in to the back seat and get a bit comfortable, and I can take my pants off so you can get a better look at it." She slapped me. Yeah she did. At this point I realized something that made me feel a little better, I've hit bottom, rock bottom, and I can't go anywhere else but up. She then asked me to take her home, but I wasn't done trying, I still slip my little compliments to her hoping to make things better, but no. She already thought I was a horny freak. She wouldn't take any of my crap. I decided to take her home. I was beginning to feel bad. When I pulled to the front of her house, we sat for a second, you know those moments where the girl wants you to kiss her, well I tried. It didn't work. So she open the door in a haste, and I grabbed her hand gently and asked her if I can talk to her.

She said, "Yes, but don't pull anything." "Ok," I said. "I'm really sorry about the way things turned out tonight, I was real excited about goin"¦" "You were excited about getting in my pants, that's what you were excited about, nothing else. It's guys like you the ruin the world. Guys like you that get girls pregnant and leave them. Guys like you that have no respect for women. But you can go on with you life knowing you got a little one night, but you don't think about the people your hurting. Yeah sure I was excited about going out with you tonight too, but I had a feeling this would happen. What you do is wrong. You need to grow up and be a man, learn how to talk to a girl, and not just say these stupid saying to get some. You're a jerk, that's all you are, and that's all you'll ever be. Good luck later in life, because I doubt you'll survive the moment reality hits you in the face." "I think you blowing this all out of proportion, Jane." I told her, and she just slammed the door.

At that moment I finally realized something. She helped me become a better man. I cried on the way back to my dorm, I was upset at what she said. She said some hurtful things to me. I don't think I deserved any of that. So she got mad that I was horny. Where does she come off saying what she said? She didn't know me, and it still hurts to this day that she said that. But as I said, I realized something that night. A guy can't go on forever picking up girls as I did. But I'm one of the few that can do that, so I thought it was all right. Well, it wasn't. It was disgusting, and I was disgusted at myself. I can't believe this was who I was, and this was who I became. I needed to change I thought to myself, but the question that ponders me now is, how?

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