The Spencers

I wanted to say bye to old spencer, my history teacher. He was a good guy, sometimes if you thoguht about him though, you wondered what his point was. I mean he just sorta stooped over and if he dropped a piece of chalk in class, there was no way he could pick it up himself. Some guy on the front row had to get up and pick it up for him. But then if you thought about him more, you realised he was actually doin pretty well for himself. For example, he was tellin us once about buying some battered up old blanket. I mean, you take a guy old as hell, and he gets a kick outta buying a blanket. Yea, so i went in and Mrs Spencer opened the door, she seemed glad to see me...she asked how I was and i asked her the same but she didn't hear me, she is sorta death you see. Nice enough though.
Mr spencer was in his room, all wrapped up in his blanket with his chest showing. The smell of Vick welcomed me with its sickingly scent room. Mr spencer said about how he had met my parents, said they were grand. I hate that goddam word, Grand. It's so phoney.
Mr spencer was ill, I am not too keen on old sick people, it's pretty depressing.
So yeah, after a while of chatting I couldn't stay any longer. Miss Spencer asked if I wanted a cup of hot chocolate but I had to decline, i needed to go to the gym. Made me sad as hell saying bye, went anyway.

Beginning Of The End

My names Holden. I'm living in a crumby place near Hollywood. Last school I got kicked out of was Pencey Prep, not that I am bothered, was full of phonies anyway. I was kicked out of two school previously to that aswell. I am originally from New York. I have two brothers, D.B and Allie, Allie's dead but that doesn't mean he isn't my brother right? I also have a sister, Pheobe. Goddam kills me that one, she really does. I can talk to her about anything. But anyway, you don't want to hear about that. I will tell you about the days shortly after I was kicked out of Pencey.
Lets start on the day I left. It was the day of the big football game, you were supposed to commit suicide or something if Pencey didn't win. Didn't interest me much, not many girls turned up. Only seniors were allowed to invite girls. Just made the school even worse, I like to see at least a few girls every once in a while. Someone who turned up regularly at games though was Selma Thurmer. Old Selma was the headteachers daughter. She was OK i suppose if you like that sorta thing..she has a big nose. Anyway, she was pretty good to talk to, wasn't what I expected, you know the sorta one who would go on about how good her father was, but she didn't, she probarbly new how much of a phoney he was. But anyway, I didn't go to the game, i stayed up on top of the goddam hill away from the crowds.