Creative writing in form of J.D. Salinger
After I got home I had to start packing my stuff. I was ready to in about 15 minutes, because I didn't have much stuff to pack. I am a fast packer. I have always been a fast packer. I remember when I was only 6 years old and I had to pack. I just played around and forgot to pack. When my mom got home and I hadn't even started packing she really got pissed. We missed our plane that time. So after that I have always been a fast packer. I had this goddam old suitcase that I have had for the last 15 years. I don't really like having new stuff after I get used to the old. My mom just came into my room as I closed my suitcase. "Have you finished packing?" she asked. Just like I would close my suitcase without finishing packing yet. I answered politely yes to her and then we left the house.We drove to airport in this old Volkswagen we have had for as long as I can remember. My dad usually drives the car but this time he wasn't coming with us. I t was only me, my sister and my mom. My mom really looks kind of funny when she drives. No kidding she does. With her head stretched out and all. That really annoys me. The one thing I like about my mom is that she doesn't care even though she looks funny. My sister
There was this really phony looking guy at the counter. Always they have to see for themselves. I always try to get some drink from the bar, but usually I just end up with a coke. I hate it when things like this happen to me. kept on changing the goddam radio stations all the time. I don't really give a *censored* about things like makeup. It was about this old family that they tried to get back together. I was getting tired of all this waiting around with nothing to do so I went to the bar to get something to drink. That guy didn't know what he was doing. I always think everybody is staring at me for a reason. She is always snagging at me about everything.
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