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!

Thursday, 11 October 2007

21. "Phoebe Weatherfield Caulfield", Her Middle Name Is Josephine!

I got to the elevator, and their was a new operator who I didn’t know, so I convinced him I was visiting the Dicksteins who lived across the corridor to us. When I got to our place it was dark as hell, and I couldn’t turn any light on naturally. I had to be careful not to make a noise else I was busted. Phoebe wasn’t in her room. Then I remembered that she likes to stay in D.Bs room when he was away in Hollywood. She was fast asleep in his bed; kids always look nice when there sleeping, unlike adults. I read through some of her school books, they had “Phoebe Weatherfield Caulfield” written all over them, even though her middle name is Josephine.


Anyway, I woke her up and she was very pleased to see me. We started chewing the fat for a bit. I gave her the pieces of the record I bough for her. She kept them; she’s not ungrateful at all. She’s not a stupid kid old Phoeb and she knew I was home early. I told her they let us out early, but she wasn’t having any of it. She realized that I’d been kicked out again and kept saying dad was going to kill me. She wouldn’t listen when I was trying to tell her bout getting kicked out, and she put her head under a pillow and wouldn’t come out.

I got up and went out in the living room and got some cigarettes out of the box on the table and stuck some in my pocket. I was all out.

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