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 mistaken. 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 towards him. Finally I got to him, and immediately I saw who it was, 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, what seemed like an interminable strange attitude.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked with this irascible voice, as if he was busy with 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, then 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. I just stormed out of Sushi Itto, it seemed as if I had embarked on a endless journey; I didn’t turn back.

I hate that bastard. He 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. In an electrifying moment I felt as if I wanted to extricate his mouth from his face in the brusquest way, so he would stop talking so much garbage. This was one awful night with Holden.