I gotta stop this goddamn crying. Phoebe doesn’t need her big brother crying. Goddamn, looking at Phoebe in her blue coat on the carousel was making me a little emotional. I was only crying because I have to deal with the phonies soon, that’s it. The horses kept going round and round, music playing cheerfully. The rain was pouring buckets and my hat was drenched, but watching her made me goddamn happy. The horses slowly stop circling; the music gets lighter until it eventually stops. I see Phoebe walking towards me with a smile on her young face. When she came closer and saw my face, she stopped grinning. ‘Why are you crying?’ she asked, tilting her face, rivets of rain dripping down her face. She was such a curious kid. I must have seemed …show more content…
‘Bring him in here, please. His father and I want to talk to him.’ And can I say the conversation was goddamn hell. I was in for it. If they were both here it meant they were gonna give me a real hard time. We walk into the room and my father was sitting in his favorite brown leather chair, leaning forward. ‘How was school, Holden?’ My father asked smiling casually but his eyes were hard. I thought about it for a minute, wondering if I could lie about what I had been doing these last couple of days, I’m the most terrific liar. I sit down in front of them. I didn’t bother looking at them, looking at the wall instead. ‘It’s been good.’ I replied, studying the wall casually. ‘Holden, how could you just leave the school? We had no idea where you are or where you’ve been’ Mum said suddenly, crying. She was holding a cigarette between her fingers taking a breath of it, smoke swirling to the ceiling with every quiet sob. ‘This is unacceptable, Holden. We know you’ve been expelled from Pencey Prep. This school was your last chance before we considered other options,’ Dad said, scowling. He’s always scowling. I don’t think I’ve seen a goddamn time he hasn’t