Dear jane
Hey jane , you probably dont remember who i am, Holden Caufield, the boy who lived next door to you a long time ago, you know, we used to play checkers a lot, dont you remember? And then I had to move to an boarding prep. Well it has been a long time...
Well... for the moment im on Pencey prep school, not a big deal, that prep that its always showing ahot-shot guy on a horse jumping a fence, i actually have never seen a horse not even near to the stupid prep. And those shit that they say that at Pencey they do more molding... they dont do any damn more molding at pencey that in any other prep. And I never met any clear mind guy at pencey, maybe 2 or 3, nad they probably didnt get that way because of pencey, noooo the stupid prep its full of phonies... And i say for the moment because I`m getting expelled, yea expelled, i dont know why but im flunking in all the god dam subjects, exept for english. you know, in history, they asked us to write a composition of egyptians, i only writed like 5 sentences of some stupid stuff that just came to my mind
i knew that you was dating Stradlater, ya, im really sorry for you, yea i knew it because of him, he asked me to write a writing compisition for him, so he can date you, though, trust me, dont date him, apart of beeing a phonie he is a damn sexy bastard you are like the fifth girl he's dating this month...
You know, I actually dont fit with whis kind of people, I shoulda been watching the game with my class that writing this to you, well fuck it I dont care about it, I need a sort of vacation, my room mate is Stradlater, cool, i hate him very much, and next door, lives Ackley, the most stupid, phonie guy i ever met.....................................................
