Goddamn Money

by Livia-Sobriquet

I wrote this in high school for a creative writing assignment in English, when we studied Catcher. We had to choose a quote from the book and write a scene, incorporating the quote into the it the quote I chose is the last line in the scene .

Catcher in the Rye – Creative Writing Assignment

That evening I was bored as hell, and I decided to go out. It wasn't too late when I went out, it was pretty early actually, if you want to know the truth.

I went into a club that looked like one of those hotshot places where all the rich phony bastards go, but it was probably lousy. But I went in anyway and put on my red hunting cap.

I was right; when I walked in I saw a group of filthy rich bastards dancing to a phony, and lousy, band singing popular songs. It killed me, and sort of reminded me of this friend D.B. once had. She was a famous Hollywood actress, I swear to God, and she and D.B. were good friends. I had seen a few of her movies, which were goddamn lousy, and I even met her once. I swear, I've never met a bigger phony. And she kept calling me "Harold" for some reason. I wanted to yell in her damn phony face, "My goddamn name is Holden!" But I didn't.

Anyway, so this actress from of D.B.'s was filthy rich and like I said, was a huge phony. She was the goddamn queen of phonies and when I met her, she was getting to the height of her career. Everyone knew her. I guess she didn't really know what to do with her big load of dough, because every time D.B. told me about her, which was every other goddamn day; I'm not kidding, she was partying like the people I told you about before. This friend began to get phonier and then she began acting like a whore. I remember that caused a scandal, and it killed me. There were guys at Pencey that act sexier than this actress did and nothing ever happens to them. But that's beside the point.

So as I was saying, this phony whore began to get worse and eventually I found out she had a drug addiction; I found all this out weeks before everyone else because D.B. told me it all. I heard she didn't know what to do with all her cash, or maybe she was just depressed, but she was always high on the junk. There was a rumour that she tried to get rid of the dough by stabbing it, like you would stab your enemy or something. I can imagine this very pretty, young crazy woman stabbing a bunch of cash. It killed me, even though it was a load of crap. She died a bit later, apparently of an overdose. That depressed me, people killing themselves and all. I heard they found her with a gun in her hand, surrounded by a pile of dough with bullet holes. Goddamn money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.