Holden's Narration

Holden's Narration

I hated that damned school, so putrid, but most of all how it contaminated the natural beauty of the surrounding mountains. Seriously… who would honestly wanna’ spend their life living in some crappy dorm with some crappy people learning absolutely nothing. At least I know I wouldn’t… besides those people are phony as hell.

Then those birds won’t shut up to let me get some shut-eye. I remember laying right where I’m standing now last Fall with a Red Rider shootin’ at those goddamn crows or whatever the hell flew by. It was my night of payback for all those sleepless nights ‘cause of them… phonies. However, I did enjoy the winter breeze that was just rippling past the contours of my figure, It kept me cool from the hell that my life had been engulfed in. I felt just like I did when I was around Allie.

I just don’t freakin’ care anymore. These people, their actions, their ignorance to natural rights, it infuriates me beyond comprehension. They hardly even realize I exist, let alone themselves. They stroll down the street acting busy… Oh wait! I’ve got a phone call! A bloody phone call! Let’s be dead to the world, act angry, and pretend that I’m important. That spells phony. P-H-O-N-Y.

Allie was, or would’ve, never have done that… in a way this hill reminds me of him… and I hate hills. Somewhat I love them, but mostly I think they’re stupid as hell. They have no point, no peak rather, and are always in parks where ignorance always seems to prosper.

Speaking of parks: how stupid. People jogging, walking their dogs, feeding the birds, etceteras… all from a hill and a stupid school full of phonies. Go figure.

At this point I was expecting God to strike down through the canopy of the trees and smite me, but oh well. He’s probably torturing me just not doing it. I’d much rather be hacked to pieces than stay in this damned school any longer. I mean, I hated it even before I came here…

It seems that all my life I’ve been on high, like standing on top of a...