demonic790
05-27-2010, 09:07 PM
Something I wrote for my English teacher a little while back. We had to mimic the writing style of Catcher in the Rye.
What do you think? Better than my other style of writing?
The Bully
By: Sean Laird
...I nodded carelessly. I couldn't understand why, but I knew god damn right then and there that this ''guy'' was going to beat the hell out of me if I didn't.
I took a second to think about all the other s**t that I've experienced in my life. Like the time when I was beat by my mom for losing one of my shoes. It was an accident for Christ sakes. Parents are such phonies, especially my mom. You'd have hated her and all the crap that she dished out at you. Does your mom walk around with a backscratcher in her hand everyday? I didn't think so. It's intimidating as hell, as if she's getting ready to look for a reason to beat the s**t out of you with it. Yea...she's mean like that.
You know guys, I just realize something. Adult's don't understand crap about us. They couldn't give a rats a** about how we feel or what we think, but when we try to make the attempt to listen to their feelings, we get a shot right in the back. Fix your bed, clean your room. Why don't you go fix you freaking bed mom? Respect your adults? I say respect your children. Yes, you're so much smarter and more trustworthy than we are. Excusme, last time I checked we were all god damn human beings here and deserve to be treated like one another.
The bully rose up his fist. I got a good look at it, man was it dirty. You can see rocks, dirt, and specs of blood. You would have thought he would wash it after every one of his victims. Maybe he's just trying to make it worse for me.
He reminded me of my mother. He was mean, disgusting, and that fist looked like the front end of the backscratcher. Yea, I know, this is going to f***ing hurt...
What do you think? Better than my other style of writing?
The Bully
By: Sean Laird
...I nodded carelessly. I couldn't understand why, but I knew god damn right then and there that this ''guy'' was going to beat the hell out of me if I didn't.
I took a second to think about all the other s**t that I've experienced in my life. Like the time when I was beat by my mom for losing one of my shoes. It was an accident for Christ sakes. Parents are such phonies, especially my mom. You'd have hated her and all the crap that she dished out at you. Does your mom walk around with a backscratcher in her hand everyday? I didn't think so. It's intimidating as hell, as if she's getting ready to look for a reason to beat the s**t out of you with it. Yea...she's mean like that.
You know guys, I just realize something. Adult's don't understand crap about us. They couldn't give a rats a** about how we feel or what we think, but when we try to make the attempt to listen to their feelings, we get a shot right in the back. Fix your bed, clean your room. Why don't you go fix you freaking bed mom? Respect your adults? I say respect your children. Yes, you're so much smarter and more trustworthy than we are. Excusme, last time I checked we were all god damn human beings here and deserve to be treated like one another.
The bully rose up his fist. I got a good look at it, man was it dirty. You can see rocks, dirt, and specs of blood. You would have thought he would wash it after every one of his victims. Maybe he's just trying to make it worse for me.
He reminded me of my mother. He was mean, disgusting, and that fist looked like the front end of the backscratcher. Yea, I know, this is going to f***ing hurt...