School Days
I sat on the bench in that bastard rain. I just watched as Phoebe kept going round and round on that old carouse; she was crazy about it. I was sorta still in a good mood, except the goddamn thought of home kept creeping up. It just depresses me. I mean, it's not that I was worried or anything for a chrissake. I just wanted this whole thing to be over. After giving old Phoebe the time, it started getting dark. In the end, I practically had to drag her off the goddamn thing. I sorta felt bad because she was having a terrific time, but it could get dangerous at night.
We started walking back home through that bastard rain. She had a massive grin on her face while dancing down the street like a madwoman. As we got closer to the apartment, the mood kinda died down when all of a sudden, out of a clear blue sky, old Phoebe anxiously chirped up, "What are you going to do when we get home, Holden? Daddy's really gonna kill you." I smiled and said, "What do ya mean? No one's gonna kill me." Phoebe then went off the topic. I mean, I think she could. I didn't want to talk about it. We kept chewing the fat till we got to the apartment. I'd tell you what happened after that, but as I said, my parents are touchy as hell and all.
Basically, they just took me here. I've been here for around 2 months now. It's been mostly boring as hell, especially psychoanalysis. Most of those phonies just keep repeating the same questions and crap over and over again till they get sore after I don't tell them every single damn, every single damn little detail like it actually matters. Writing this or talking to a bunch of phonies wasn't a hard decision to make.