I did not speak to him the rest of the day, but that night he came over to my house to talk things out. I had discussed with my mom the issue and she said I needed to think hard about what I needed to do. I told him I think we needed to take a break for a week. He was very upset and did not understand. I believe it caught him off guard because we never addressed the conflicts in our relationships.
The seniors... ... middle of paper ... ...As a result of my negligence I will not be able to enjoy Jr Sr weekend with my classmates this year. It is such a big thing to me because everybody gets together at the beach before graduation and hang out. This time I will not be one of those people who gets to have this privilege. I learned that my parents letting me stay at the beach at the age of 15 years old was a privilege, and I messed that up by doing everything that my parents told me not to do. When I got dropped off to the beach my mom told me not to do anything to mess up her name or my life by doing something stupid.
My mother was calling me down for dinner, but I had no appetite. Now my life had no purpose. I didn't want to go to school, especially because my family moved from New York a little shy of a year ago. I knew no one at my new school, and to make it worse I now had a few girls that disliked me. I was smoking down the hallway, when Natasha and her friends came towards me yelling, "No smoking allowed in this school!"
All of my family was surprised, because I was calm the next day without arguing again about the same subject with my father, but they did not know what I was planning to do behind their back. After knowing at which time my father does not use his car, I was ready for my next step which was a really terrifying step to do, and that step was taking the car without my fathers permission. It was 3:00 in the morning, and all of my family members were sleeping, I told my self it is the time to do it. I was walking so quietly like I was flying in the air only not to wake my family up, especially my father because he was the only one who terrifies me. Walking towards the front door was like walking miles to get there.
That really set my mood for the rest of the trip which was resistance. "Don't make me do this!" I scream to my parents as I'm refusing to pack my bags for the weekend. "I don’t want to do this. I don't want to go, I know I won't like it."
Holden invited Ackley to the movies, because Holden knew that Ackley spent saturdays alone. Then when Holden was in need of a friend or a place to sleep, Ackley wanted Holden to leave. Instead of Stradlater thanking Holden for writing his paper, Stradlater does the opposite and yells at Holden. So it is very evident that Holden has been hurt many times, and has lost the need of a companion. When he arrives in New York, the first thing he does is go to a phone booth and leaves without calling anyone.
In all my fourteen years I had never seen him this upset accept for the night that my grandfather died. I went to school tired from listening to my parents conversation at two in the morning. I had a great day. I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t want to hear the argueing.
Almost all my friends were planning to go. I also wanted to go with them, but my parents did not allow me to go because we were supposed to go visit my grandpa’s house for some family event. I was so upset that I closed my door and did not talk to them for the rest of the day. Later after some days, when I was not so distressed, my mom explained to me that maybe it was for my own good. Maybe I will enjoy more at my grandpa’s house, and I did.
I have been causally avoiding Keri since the Gala Saturday night. I didn't want to deal with the third degree over the man he claims is Archer Reed. It actually hasn't been that hard to avoid him. He didn’t get home until four am Saturday night, only to sleep till three Sunday afternoon, then lay in bed and moan about his hangover. So I didn't actually have to interact with him, besides he was in no condition to talk.
Unfortunately, my mother disagrees; she always disagrees. She makes a point that knowing about my father’s life would not benefit me as a teenager, but I never said it would. I simply believe that it is my right to know the one who’s responsible for my flaws. I have hypothesized that my father is to blame for my inconformity to rules and terrible memory. I mean, he left us when I was eight and I can only remember his name; the name of whom has been prohibited in this household.