Personal Narrative On The Catcher In The Rye
As i continued to tell my story to my psychoanalyst I just watched as he took notes of every word I said. I did not give him permission but I’m assuming that's his job who knows I've never been in this goddamn place before. Suddenly a women came in saying I had a call for me in the office. Finally.An excuse to leave this stuffy room and outta this uncomtorable chair. “I’ll be right back Dr. Tate” I shuffled the hell outta that room don't even wanna be here I mean just because I'm depressed and doing bad in school ain't no reason to put me in a place like this if anything it should be Stradlater I’m just a normal teenage boy I don't belong here. I began to wander around door to door, windows to windows trying to figure out a way to get out of this lame place but everywhere I turn doors closed, windows locked, and cameras everywhere with
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There’s a patient going crazy in room 1000 on the second floor! You gotta go! You gotta go! and help the poor kid” I said as if I was terrified for life. They all hustled outta the room. I casually went over to the other side of desk and got a hold of the papers trying to find the name “Jane Gallagher” rushing through as quickly as possible befores the nurses come back to realize the kid was perfectly fine. “Aha! found it I knew I saw her but the hell she in here for?” I moved my finger slightly more to the left to find the room number she's in “202” in first level never forgot that damn room. I grunt, scowl, scratch the back of my head thoughtfully and just entered the damn room and there she was Jane laying on the bed staring at me vacantly with wide brown eyes. I sense she is nervous.
“Jane? What are you doing here?” I said with curiosity.
She hesitates then tells me: “I was sent here from my parents.”
“But why? Jane you are perfectly fine there's no reason for you to be
There’s a patient going crazy in room 1000 on the second floor! You gotta go! You gotta go! and help the poor kid” I said as if I was terrified for life. They all hustled outta the room. I casually went over to the other side of desk and got a hold of the papers trying to find the name “Jane Gallagher” rushing through as quickly as possible befores the nurses come back to realize the kid was perfectly fine. “Aha! found it I knew I saw her but the hell she in here for?” I moved my finger slightly more to the left to find the room number she's in “202” in first level never forgot that damn room. I grunt, scowl, scratch the back of my head thoughtfully and just entered the damn room and there she was Jane laying on the bed staring at me vacantly with wide brown eyes. I sense she is nervous.
“Jane? What are you doing here?” I said with curiosity.
She hesitates then tells me: “I was sent here from my parents.”
“But why? Jane you are perfectly fine there's no reason for you to be