Catcher in the Rye Personal Narritive

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It kills me how many people are becoming phony. I mean really, all these famous people acting all perfect when they really are not. They think that they can do everything when they know they cannot. My old Mr. Nelson tells me all the time that about how he hates them and that they need to learn how phony they really are. My little sister is the worst phony I know and all. Boy can she be crumby. She thinks that the world is all about her all the goddam time. She tells my mother how she is so good in school and all, but also how she is the boss. Boy, and I mean boy, is she always talking about herself. She always does. It is never just about how perfect she is, she has to brag about it all the time. She brags about being the best soccer player and her not perfect teeth and how white they are. They are the most yellow thing ever. I swear they are duller than the moon on a clear night. Anyway, she always is putting those things up in my face and getting spit all over my face. I am kidding, I really was. I think she just wants to get punched is really what she is doing. She always tells us how she will make a professional team and go to some big game. She seems to me more like a dog that just keeps whining for food all the time. She cannot kick a soccer ball if her life depended on it. I mean really, she has the worst shot ever and she cannot dribble the ball to the other goal. She wears that phoniest jewelry and clothes. She thinks her clothes are like the new trend everyone has to be following. She wears the same five things like her life depended on her wearing them all the time. Her jewelry is like saying some took sparkles and threw them up all over her. She uses feathers in her slimy, greasy messed up hair like it is the cool thing to do. I hate it, I really hate it. She uses old peoples perfume as if she was in a jungle and wanted to be eaten by any

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