Phoney Free Me

Manhattan, New York, United States
Hello. I am a tall, lanky highly critical 16 year old. I attend, or should I say "attended" Pencey Prep boarding school (they kicked me out you see), and if you have not already guessed, I HATE PHONEYS, EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM!

Sunday, 30 September 2007

14. Why Did I Say He Couldn't Come?

After she left, I just smoked a couple of cigarettes. It was getting light outside. You can’t imagine how depressed I was feeling. Sometimes, when I get depressed I think about Allie. Years ago, I told him to get his bike and meet me infront of this guy Bobby Fallon’s house. Once he heard me and Bobby talking about going to shoot some BB guns and he wanted to come. It wasn’t like I didn’t use to take him anywhere because I did. But that one day, I didn’t. That’s what I think about when I’m depressed.

The next thing I know the elevator guy, Maurice, the elevator guy, and Sunny burst through the door. Asking me to cough up the money I owed to Sunny. But when I wouldn’t hand it over, he smacked me. Boy did it hurt!

No comments: