This is a piece I did for my Honors American Lit. class after I read The Catcher In The Rye. It's about what happened to Holden after the book ended. I was the only one who did it from his point of view.
Disclaimer: I do not own Holden. The wonderful J.D. Salinger does.
I bet you're wondering about how I turned out after you read that book about me. I didn't expect a lot of people to care about me and my story, but they did. Most of the people that meet me and have read my story ask about what I am doing now. I don't like it when people try to pry into my life, but I tell them about it. I do it just to get them off of my back.
I usually start by telling people that after I left Pencey, my parents sent me to Beauregard's School for Boys and Girls. It was a real crumby place. The only reason why I didn't leave that place was because of a girl named Mae Carson. Mae wasn't only beautiful, she was pretty intelligent, too. She never took any of my crap. I thought that I was gonna end up marrying her.
After Beauregard's, I went to college. The place is gone now, destroyed by a fire, so I won't bother telling you the name of it. I went to college to become an elementary school teacher. I graduated and got myself a job at the elementary school that I used to attend. Soon after I began teaching, I met Mae again. She was just as beautiful as I remembered her and she still didn't take any of my crap. I ended up seeing her again because her daughter was one of my students.
Soon after I found that out, I quit my teaching job. I then traveled around the country, never staying in one place for too long. That's where most people tell me that they feel sorry for me. I tell 'em not to be sorry. That time I spent traveling was some of the best spent time in my life.
Once I got back home, I did nothing for the longest time. Just didn't feel up to it. Then one day I picked upa piece of paper and a pen. I began to write like crazy. It just poured out of me. The finished project ended up being a story of my life. Only, it wasn't about me. My main character was like me and did the same stuff that I did. Mostly.
The book ended up being a flop, but I don't care. If it would've been successful, then I would've never been left alone. It's better this way. Trust me.