Adaptation of Catcher in the Rye, chapter
20
This adaptation of the novel “The Catcher in the Rye,”
which takes place in KMLA, is the part where Holden gets drunk and calls up
Sally from chapter 20. In this adaptation, I also tried to show how Holden felt
by the end of the book- the part where he says he misses everyone, even his
memories about the school that he used to hate.
By quarter after
two, I was finally finished up with my Korean presentation. Boy, was I
exhausted. I looked around my desk. It was a complete disaster. It was all
covered up with books stacked up like a Jenga set. All those damn books. I felt
like throwing away everything on my desk. I mean EVERYTHING. I could hardly
even sit on my desk so I slumped down to the floor. When I fell on the floor, I
imagined myself dying from stress and all. Just like how all those mean
mother-in-laws end up in dramas and stuff. My mother used to watch one of those
very phony dramas every weekend. Boy, those mean mother-in-law characters- they
killed me. Maybe my roommates will find me cold and all lying unconscious on
the floor as they woke up for morning exercise. Wait- maybe then I won’t have
to go to morning exercise. The problem was I was too healthy and all for the
fainting thing. Damn.
Finally, I felt
like giving old Harry a buzz. I don’t know why. I haven’t seen him in a while,
and I had nothing to say to him after all. I guess I was way too exhausted for
the proper process of thinking. So what I did, I reached out for my phone,
dialed his number and erased it about a hundred times, and finally manage to
call him.
“Hello?” I said
when someone answered the phone. My voice was cracking and all and I sounded as
if I haven’t spoken for a thousand years.
“Who is this?”
this very hushed voice spoke.
“It’s me, Sumin.
Who are you? I gotta talk to Harry. Now.”
“Well, I am his
roommate, and I think he’s sleeping. Including everyone else in this dorm. Why
are you calling at this hour? Do you know what time it is?”
“Yeah. I have to
talk to Harry. Very important. Put him on.”
“He’s asleep.
And I think you really need some too. Good night.”
Then, I heard
another voice. A voice I could recognize. His voice seemed real sleepy and all.
“Hello?”
“Harry? Is that
you?” I was partly screaming by now.
“Yes-and stop
screaming. Why are you up at this time? You always slept by eleven or
something.”
“Whatever.
Listen. Listen. Hey, remember the day I called you on the subway telling that I
was way too bored and I just headed to your house?
“Uh… Yes I do. Why
did you call?”
“Well, I have to
tell you. The day, the day I visited your house? You still think I was really
bored for chrissake? I missed you. I wanted to see you. I was missing
everything. You, school, everything. I miss the rushing-out-in-the-morning
thing. I miss the stinky classrooms and the nasty lunches. I miss the morning
homework copying and I miss the classroom- just filled with people. I even miss
those guys who always used to throw eraser bits to my back.
“Okay, okay. You
the only one waking up by now?”
“Yes, I am. Me,
myself and I.”
“Well, then, I
think you gotta go have some sleep. Really. Good bye”
“Good night,
you. Good night.”
Jesus, was I out
of my mind.
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