What would happen if Holden Caulfield was at Kent State University?
I didn’t have anything better to do, so I started walking around campus. I had to have a smoke anyway. Goddamn school won’t let you smoke in your own crumby room. For fire safety and respect to your roommate. I’ll bet a million bucks they do it just so you have to walk around their crumby campus all day if you want to have a smoke. That’s just the kind of bastards they are.
I wasn’t really going anywhere in particular but somehow I ended up in front of the student center. It’s probably the worst place on campus. They have this big fountain there that just spews water all day. What’s the point of that? I have to walk around the damn thing every day on the way to my classes. It was kind of nice to look at at night though. I was getting hungry from walking around the crumby campus so I started on my way to the HUB. Just when I’m about to head in this loud-mouthed guy came up to me.
“Hi, can I ask if you are a registered voter?” Why bother asking me if you’re gonna give me a goddamn speech either way.
“I’m not voting.” I said. I said it real fast so as to catch him off guard and get away before he started his speech. It didn’t work. He kept right coming right along his damn jolly way.
“Well, may I ask why not? It’s really easy and this election is very important,” God, what a phony. His smile looked like it was tacked onto his face, only someone hadn’t put it on straight. I had to get away from this guy. A guy like this could ruin a perfectly good evening. I gave him this real mean look the whole while. I can be a real bastard sometimes.
“I’m just not interested, okay?” He started to say something else, but I walked off before he could get another damn word in.
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