Bored of Being Bored Because Being Bored is Boring

It was 11:08 when I woke up. My parents were gone somewhere with my two younger sisters. The house felt unusually quiet, which scared me a little. Minjeong, my older sister, was still sleeping. I took a shower and got myself some breakfast. I watched this hilarious drama while I was eating. After 30 minutes, Minjeong screamed at me to study. I've never understood, but why does SHE care? I know she cares about me ,but, sometimes, it's really annoying being ordered or by your sister. I had this sudden urge to shout back, but I decided not to.

If you want to know the truth, I REALLY didn't feel like studying at all. I wanted to play but I couldn't. My parents weren't here to drop me off to multiplaza or anywhere. Last week, I read this amazing book called, The Last Child by John Hart. This book kept me away from boredom. But after I finished the book, I was soooooo bored. I tried so hard to find some interesting book like this one, but unfortunately, there wasn't any in my house. We use to have a lot of good books, but I dont know what happened to them. After searching for a book, I found The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton. The first chapter was pretty interesting but the rest was very confusing and boring.

I put the book aside, and just sat on my chair, searching for something useful to do. And the idea struck me :Travel Journal. I honestly wasn't really bothered to do this, but I was VERY BORED. I didn't want to use my head solving math problems or memorizing vocab words, so I decided I should just do my travel Journal. It took me exactly 20 minutes to finish.

So yea... I better finish it here :)

Thanks for reading;)

P.S= Sorry for writing it so boring... Apparently, I'm not that good at writing things when I'm bored :P

That Lonely, Reclusive Guy

I used to go meet Holden every Saturday at the park. He used to call me everyday, asking me if I wanted to hang out with him. I felt mean to rebuff him so I said we should meet every Saturday instead in the park. He was fine with that.

I remember one day, it was snowing very had, and I was clad in my thick winter jacket, waiting for Holden to arrive. It was very cold outside, my body wasn't satisfied with one thick jacket. After five minutes or so, I saw Holden gingerly walking down the icy road, careful not to slip. He had a despondent disposition as always, and his face looked excruciating from the cold. He was wearing a rather thin coat, shivering. He is a thin, weak guy.

He said hi to me, saying how much he abhors the snow. He's always rebuking everything. I bet he doesn't have anyone he likes. I surmise that that's why he doesn't really have a friend.
"Why are you always depressed?"

"I don't know really," he says looking at the ground, "I guess it's because of Allie's gruesome death." That's when he started talking about him, how he regrets not being in his funeral. He said that it is a recurring thought and haunts him. I kind of felt sorry for him, his life actually. That's why I meet him every Saturday, because he's a lonely, reclusive guy. He talked about Allie interminably. I kept looking at my watch. I was going to meet Micah, Sarah, Carla, and Jess, who are my friends since kindergarten, in the mall today.

Later, he switched his subject to school. He told me about people he hates: Stradlater, Ackley, Ernie, some actors and others more. I can't remember all the people he mentioned, but there was so many of them. He got all mad and all when he talked about how Stradlater would take sexual advantage on this girl called Jane. He seemed to like her. He is, as you have probably noticed, very irascible about sexual advantage kind of stuff, and it rankles him a lot.

"Oh...I got kicked out of Pencey"

"WHAT? Again? It's your fourth time already!!!"

Holden, he's always kicked out of a school. What makes me wonder is how can his dad be a lawyer, a sage person, when Holden is the total opposite? I bet he is lackadaisical about doing homework and studying. He's only good at English.

I looked at my watch again. I was late. I quickly stood up, told Holden I had to meet my friend and that I was 10 minutes late. His facial expression worsened. I swear I felt so bad for him.
But I had to go. I waved Holden a good bye and started walking down down the street.