Modern Day Research Paper

A Modern Day Holden
As that bell went off I thought to myself, Finally I can leave this class of ignorant children who are all just self –centered and fake. I collected my books together and placed my binder away in my backpack, I was the last to leave that damn classroom so I decided to politely say goodbye to my teacher, since good manners always give you a good look to the teacher. I walked out and felt the warm air on my skin; damn I thought to myself this is winter for Christ sakes! Why is it so hot? Well that’s what happens when you live in the sweet state of Southern California. I walked alone to my locker like I always do always keeping my head down for some reason. I don’t look up a lot when I’m alone for some reason usually just
Well not all seniors again, just the ones that all sit over there, but then again I don’t know their life stories or who they are so I wouldn’t exactly know. Even though they have that look where you could just tell they have all already been through so much and I don’t mean emotionally at all, I mean getting drunk, getting high, having sex to girls who they have absolutely no respect for and just think they have a nice a*s or big breasts. It really sickens me. I’ve met few guys who were actually caring about girls, well women since we are all supposedly “grown up and mature” in high school. Right, that’s just straight b-s and they really need to cut the crap and face the reality of these kids. They all aren’t as good as you think they are, but there’s always those other good kids which are usually just the ones that focus on work and small things entertain them like for example video games. When I say video games, I mean a true gamer, not just some kid with jelled up hair and a rat tail who sag their pants so much you can see their butt that plays “Modern Warfare”. I mean kids who dedicate their time to play and think of new cheats, codes and hacks to get in, mainly geeks. I adore people like that for some weird reason, I think its pretty cool how they do all of that and can still manage their life and be such a successful student. Okay, I
I still know that people now are still talking crap behind my back and it’s hard to ignore but I try my hardest everyday to ignore it all. I feel like the smallest things I do someone will notice me and just say something, I don’t want my reputation ruined for my future because I need to keep it up so schools and business don’t look at me strange for who I am. I finally settled down and sat on the floor, cold, but nice. I ate the lunch my mother packed me that morning; Her food always tastes so good, she’s like a food magician, and she always chooses the perfect apples too. So crunchy, sweet, and juicy. Just the way I like them. As I took the last savoring bite of my food, I struck up a few conversations with my friends and we usually never finish them because the bell rings and the subject is too long to talk about in the short little time that we have. We hug each other our goodbyes and the sarcastic saying of “Have fun in class” even though we all know its just boring as hell. I felt that drought as I walked away from my friends and continued to my next class. I felt very suave when getting to class because I took the long routes where it was never crowded just so no one would really bother me. A few more feet ahead and I can already see the “Welcome to Class!” and the slogan saying something