Phoebe

"Mom!" I yelled out to my mom. "When is Holden coming home?" I really couldn't wait to see him. I think it's been almost a year since I've seen him. I love him so much.

"I already told you he will be here on Wednesday!" She didn't sound too thrilled with my question.

"Why can't he come earlier? I'm dying to see him!" I really was dying to see him.

"Honey, sometimes you just have to wait in life for things to happen. You can't fast forward through time." I wasn't too thrilled with what she said. That really annoyed me, but I just wanted to drop the conversation. so I ended up planning an escape so I could visit Holden.

First, to make sure no one noticed my escape, I quietly opened my door just enough to get out. Luckily, Charlene was in the middle of her afternoon nap, therefore she didn't catch my run away.

Unfortunately, our apartment building has an elevator boy. Fortunately, there are windows in the halls that lead to the outside. So I climbed out of the window, and entered the free world. However, there was no time to slack. I quickly caught a cab on the go. That was the biggest mistake I made. I forgot to bring dough with me. At least the cab driver didn't ask for any dough until the ride was over, so I ran out of the cab at my stop before he even said a word about payment. I think this is part of the reason why Holden believes I am so smart. He would never have thought of doing that if a thousand years were given to him. Oh well, that is not something for me to brag about.

Anyway, once I finished running from the cab, I looked around to see if there were any maps nearby. Of course in New York, there is a city map everywhere you look. But I just wasn't sure. So I found out where Holden's dormroom was, and I walked right in on him. He left the door right open. Sometimes I wonder why killers don't just walk in on him when they have that kind of advantage.

"What the---oh sorry! I thought it was Carl Lu-" right before he finished his sentence, he interupted himself to say something else. "It's Phoebe! Why the-"

"Don't swear, Holden. There's no time for that. Mom and Charlene still don't even know that I'm gone yet! My door is locked and there is music playing really loud."

"You're a genius. Who teaches you these smart things to do?"

"Uh, I just learn them when-" I paused." "Are those three F's?" I couldn't believe that he might be failing Pencey. He's failed enough schools already.

"Yes, but that's not important. I'm passing English literature. I think if you pass at least one class, then you can graduate."

"No, I'm pretty sure you have to pass classes. Dad's gonna kill you!"

"He's not gonna kill me, I can asure you of that."

"No, he's gonna kill you."

"Are you gonna keep arguing with me."

"I'm not arguing." He always thinks I'm arguing with him. It annoys me so much.

Oh well, I didn't want to start my visit with Holden like this. I was only going to be able to stay with him for about another hour. By then, my mom or Charlene would've found the brains to figure out that I actually wasn't in my room.

"I have to go meet a girl at a quarter till noon, so I'll only be able to talk to you for five more minutes."

Great, the time I plan out the best escape to visit Holden, he can't talk. This happens to me a lot, though. I'm used to it.

"Okay, I guess then I 'll be off to home now. So long." I was trying to act as depressed as I could, because Holden usually falls for it. And it did!

"Hey, do ya want me t' take ya back home?"

"No, it's fine. I guess I'll jus-"

"No. You're coming with me."

I really wasn't in the mood to argue with him, so I let him take me home. It was actually better, because I got home before my mom noticed I was gone. However, Charlene made a sirk as if she knew I was gone the whole time, but I just wasn't sure. It's all fine. But then the next thing I did was call Holden up. My spirits lifted as I heard the phone on the opposite end of the line pick up, but no sound existed.