Catcher In The Rye Short Story

“Alrighty,” the brother says. “It isn’t that much of a story, but I assume it will do.”

"Beneath the trees where nobody sees They'll hide and seek as long as they please Cause that's the way "

I glared at the math book, which was sitting on my desk, conveying to me the problems our teacher had assigned us to complete before the end of class. Mr. Hartford was still attempting to show us how to work out these devil problems, however no one was getting it. Glancing back at Mr. Hartford, I groaned and mumbled under my breath.

Thalia nodded, looking confident. "Jason may be my little bro, but he's not getting this."

He hesitated before answering. “If you have time a picnic lunch? Or on the ramparts if you’re too busy, or even here if you prefer.”

Holden then sneaks into his family’s apartment and talks to Sally. Sally realizes that he’s home early and connects the dots, she gets mad at him for failing out of, yet another school.

Garman studied the bird through the rain-streaked window, watching it move from side to side through the manicured grass. Periodically it paused, its beak darting down into the damp green mass beneath its feet. Once, it cocked its head inquisitively, exposing a throat of brightly colored feathers puffed up against the storm. Then a car swept by, and the scene was doused in muddy spray.

Her head throbbing with pain, Heidi regained her consciousness, startled. She was in the back of a van, speeding down a bumpy road. They took a sharp turn and Heidi flew against the side of the car. She started to cry, and curled up on the floor, wishing this was all a dream.

If you re all want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is when I was born. By to be honest right know that's the last thing I care about, I usually don't even care about anything all I really care about is my family. First I will start by telling you about me, well I am from New York and I am 16 years old, I also attend a private school it's called Percy prep it sucks and that's probably why I'm failing almost all subjects. Anyways today I was thinking about the homework that Mr.Spencer gave me, it was about a project that I needed to write a paper about someone that was special to me and why they were special. I wanted to go write about my brother Allie he's the best you will meet him when I go home for Christmas,

I’m a pretty pretentious person, believe it or not. I don’t know if my admittance makes it any better or if that itself is pretentious. Probably. Anyway, it’s final exam week and I’m here just trying to study for my 11th century Norwegian poetry final, and maybe it was a dream, J.D. Salinger in the flesh appears in my bedroom. Okay, I know it sounds crazy and it could have been a caffeine and lack of sleep induced hallucination but I swear it was real. He was actually standing there watching me.

His mind wandering back to the incident that occurred just a few hours ago. It took some effort in finding her. Because he wasn't really listening to Starfire's rant, he hadn't the slightest idea where to find his target. He decided to just go to Bluesville and figure it out from there. He took the T-car and drove it to the border of the city, not wanting to alert anyone of his arrival. He walked through the barren streets, searching for the house she lived in. It was by mere chance that he walked past the bookstore.

AN: SHOUT OUT TO ; my friend Christin on Twitter ( christinalonzo1) for helping me with the ideas for this story and pushing me to stick with one idea! LOL! I swear I was tweeting her almost daily talking about how I was brain dead of ideas.

Nolan jumps, surprised, as he catches his reflection in the mixing bowl. Flour sifts over

“Stay here and don’t come out,” Spencer began. “because I have no idea how this is going to go.” None of us dared to say a word. The other driver opened her door. Out stepped young woman of no more than thirty, her face creased from the unattractive frown on her reddened face. She and Spencer began to converse. After a while of sweating within the confines of the van, I opened the doors to let some air in. Finally, some conversation broke out between

"Mother and father would be proud if they were here," My brother said. I sighed.