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My friend and I had to write a spin off of Catcher in the Rye for our English class and this is the result. We hope you like it! Please r/r!
Raoul
This is such a fking crazy story. I swear to god you won't believe it. I swear to god it's all true. But I mean it's so goddamn crazy you won't believe it. But anyways here's the story…
Ahh, can you believe I have to drive my own coach. I mean it's just crazy. I mean the coachman's just standing thereon the coach but I have to drive? I mean I can drive and I look good and all and I always look good but it's just backwards. And I can drive a coach and all but it messes with my hair so goddamn much it's just crazy.
Anyways I'm messing up my hair by driving this coach because I have to go to The Opera Popular. I gave them a load of money and now I'm supposed to be this "Great Patron" and all. I mean I haven't even seen any of the shows but my parents are all big opera fans and all. So they want me to be this "big fan" too, and enjoy it. But I think it's worth ruining such good hair!
So I get there right? (My hair is such a goddamn mess) and everyone is singing and dancing and smiling and saying "Oh Patron, oh Raoul" blah blah, "Thank you Raoul" blah blah. Then they started this big practice right? All these crazy people in all these crazy costumes are dancing and singing all over the place. It was crazy like chaos, really. Then this big girl called Carlotta starts screaming and crying and it's all pretty annoying so I leave. Because I have to be here again tonight and it's gonnna take me hours to fix my hair after the ride here and back…
At night when I get back to the Opera House my hair is as good as the rest of me. Thankfully I found a coach driver who actually drove. I mean how hard is it supposed to be? Finding a coachman who actually drives! So I'm shaking hands and all, I'm smiling. Then, finally the show starts and I don't have to deal with a bunch of jokers. Then at the end I see her. This girl I haven't seen in years. But "can it be? Can it be Christine? Long ago, it seems so long ago…how young and innocent we were. She may not remember me but I remember her…"
But I swear she's gorgeous. I means she really knocks me out. So after the show I go and talk with her in her dressing room. I call "hey little Lottie" and we start shooting the breeze. And she really knocked me out. So I wanted to take her out to dinner and she's like "no the angel of music is strict and won't let me." But I said I'd come for her any ways and told her to change.
But when I get back to her room these really crazy things happened. I swear there was this moaning voice singing to her and the shity door wouldn't open and I swear it was a goddamn man's voice and she wouldn't let me in…
I hope you like it so far! Since we had to write this story for English it's all finished, no waiting! So hurry up and read the rest then r/r! Thanks!