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Ken Ralston - English

2001/2002

Write a creative piece as a day in the life of Holden (or Helen) Caulfield, the main character in Catcher in the Rye.

When I got to the station, I was pretty hungry. Boy, was I hungry then. I hadn't had anything to eat since this piece of toast earlier. I was pretty hungry. The station I was at wasn't really special or anything, but it made me think of my sister, Alana. She was older than me, but she's dead now. Just went and goddamn died on me.

I sorta figured I'd better order something, on account of the waitress being so persistent and all asking me what I wanted. I told her about a thousand times I wasn't hungry, but she kept asking with this sweet smile and all. You had to feel kinda sorry or her. She was working her ass off to bet me to buy something, so she could take a brake and have her smoke. I ordered some orange juice and a bagel.

There was this guy at the end of the table who was sort of eyeing me, and I kinda stuck out my chest a little. He was getting hot. Boy was he hot. He wasn't too pretty in a nice looking sense, but he was all rough-cut like he had been doing some lumberjack work. I sorta winked at him and nudged my head and he got right up and made a beeline over to me. Only thing was, I didn't feel too sexy right then. I couldn't stop thinking about that waitress and her face asking if I wanted anything. So when the guy came over, all I said was a sorta muffled "Do you want some orange juice?" What a goddamn moron.

The guy just smiled. He had a killer smile. It killed me. All he did was he sorta slid his chair over near mine. I was feeling pretty lousy then, on account of me being all alone except for him and not having anything important to do. Then the guy started trying to give me a feel under the table. If you want to know the truth, I've never had a guy do that. I didn't like it. I sort of pushed his hand away from me but he tried again. So I leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Boy, did he get off me then. He even left the table, the dirty bastard. If you want to know what I said, I'll tell you. But only if you really want to know. I told him I was having my period. He was outta there. I really am a lousy bitch. Goddamn lousy bitch.