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Catcher In The Rye Short Story

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Chapter One 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. “Excuse me, Mr. Ford?” Mr. Hartford bellowed, catching my attention, “Do we seem to have a problem?” “I said, no one gives a flying fuck!” I told him, “I don’t understand why we have to do this shit. No one understands it anyway and we are never going to use this crap in real life.”
“And um how do you assume that?” Mr. Hartford asked, his eyes widening as he hadn’t expected me to reply. He cleared …show more content…

That’s the only reason you can charge so much is because this school was founded by Alcott Holmes. We all know we just pay for the name. Well let me tell you, Mr.Holmes would be disgusted by how shit this school is. Everything he worked for, it’s all ruined and that all because of the administration of this school. This school is no longer a school for the gifted and talented, it's a school for prestigious spoiled little shitheads who come from big named families. It’s not about education it's about reputation.” I hadn’t noticed how much the conversation had become heated. I had unknowingly stood up from my seat, the palms of hands slammed onto my desk. I had been seething with hatred, my face blotchy and overheated. Mr. Hartford had a look of pure disbelief on his face. I breathed out and looked around the room at the students who had been staring at me. Some had their mouths open in awe, while others looked at me with disgust and hatred. Someone had begun clapping and other had begun to join in, which had me shrinking back into my seat. The bell rang, causing a long needed disruption. I had bent in my seat to pick up my things from underneath it, before I stood up. I tried to hurry my way out the room before Mr. Hartford could stop me but somehow, he did. I turned back to him, a sheepish grin plastered across my

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