Even though I had gotten a cab, I didn’t want to waste Phoebe’s Christmas dough like that. I love her so goddam much, it kills me. So that’s why I was here walking the rest of the way. Fresh air is always good for clearing my head, so it wasn’t too bad. I changed my route just a bit so I could walk through the park. It always gives me this sense of comfort. It just reminds me of the times I actually had fun. I thought about what Phoebe said, how I don’t even like anything a goddam lot. She sort of had a point. I don’t even know what I goddam like, though. I don’t find anything amusing anymore. Just depressing. It’s not entirely my fault though. Everywhere I go, there are phonies going on with their phony lives, pretending that they could just
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I can’t be yellow all my life, can I? I’ll just call and if her mom picks up again, I could just hang up. I continued walking toward Mr. Antolini’s place, but now looking for a phone booth, as …show more content…
You know that feeling when you feel like someone is watching your every move? Yeah, that. I kept turning around, but saw no one. Well, it could just be because it’s gotten really chilly and dark out. I wish I had my goddam hunting hat with me, but I gave it to Phoebe, who’s probably fast asleep with it now. “Hey! Mac, where are you off to?” called a man’s voice. He sounded croaky and old. He didn’t sound familiar, so I kept walking. It’s 12:30 a.m. and I don’t want to get myself into something. I started to panic and before I knew it, I was running. Running, running, running.
I finally found a phone booth and went inside as fast as I could. I knew for sure now that someone was out there. I don’t know who it is nor do I want to know who it is. I dialed Mr. Antolini and cut the phone as soon as it went through. He’s already letting me stay at his house for the night; I don’t think I should bother him even more. I stood there hearing the dead ringing on the phone as I stared at the keypad. Who did I want to call again? Oh right, Jane. I mean yeah, it’s 12:30 a.m., and her mom will probably pick up, but whatever. I decided to stop being so yellow and I just dialed the number. “Hello? Who is this?” said a female
I can’t be yellow all my life, can I? I’ll just call and if her mom picks up again, I could just hang up. I continued walking toward Mr. Antolini’s place, but now looking for a phone booth, as …show more content…
You know that feeling when you feel like someone is watching your every move? Yeah, that. I kept turning around, but saw no one. Well, it could just be because it’s gotten really chilly and dark out. I wish I had my goddam hunting hat with me, but I gave it to Phoebe, who’s probably fast asleep with it now. “Hey! Mac, where are you off to?” called a man’s voice. He sounded croaky and old. He didn’t sound familiar, so I kept walking. It’s 12:30 a.m. and I don’t want to get myself into something. I started to panic and before I knew it, I was running. Running, running, running.
I finally found a phone booth and went inside as fast as I could. I knew for sure now that someone was out there. I don’t know who it is nor do I want to know who it is. I dialed Mr. Antolini and cut the phone as soon as it went through. He’s already letting me stay at his house for the night; I don’t think I should bother him even more. I stood there hearing the dead ringing on the phone as I stared at the keypad. Who did I want to call again? Oh right, Jane. I mean yeah, it’s 12:30 a.m., and her mom will probably pick up, but whatever. I decided to stop being so yellow and I just dialed the number. “Hello? Who is this?” said a female