It had to be Holden!

Paulo Alfaro

December 6, 2010

Mrs. Meadows

Periods C/D

Holden, he is one talkative, annoying kid. I was eating in this fancy restaurant called Sushi Itto right by Central park. I had ordered tofu, sushi, and a lot more. I was eating by myself, calmly listening to the wind blow throw the tress of the park. It was just great. Suddenly I saw a familiar person throwing rocks at a lagoon full of ducks. He had this red hunting hat if I’m not mistaking. He also had this scary grimace while throwing rocks at the ducks.

Minutes later I got this avid desire that haunted me to see who was this familiar person, so I had no alternative but go and find out. I stood up and started walking to him. Finally I got to him, and immediately I saw him, Holden Caulfield, the kid I met in elementary.

“Holden?” I asked, “Is that you? Caulfield?” He turned around and looked at me with this profound, interminable face.

“Who the hell are you?” Hr asked with this irascible voice, as if he was busy in what he was doing.

“Paulo, Paulo Alfaro!”

“Oh, yeah you, want to go for a drink?”

“Ok, I guess.” I walked to Sushi Itto with him. He ordered one drink, the 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and a lot more. I was getting scared. I thought he had changed. I was starting to abhor Holden.

I got tired and told him to stop drinking, but it was a bad idea, because he went on this stupid tirade and rebuked me, on something I didn’t pay attention to. He had rankled me, I had enough. So I just embarked out of Sushi Itto and didn’t turn back.

I hate that bastard. That just ruined my day! I totally regret saying hello to Holden, because it ended up putting me into a lackadaisical mood. Although I acted pretty serene, I wasn’t. I wanted to extricate his mouth from his face in a brusque way, so he could stop talking so much crap. This was one electrifying night with Holden