I knew damn well he was awake when I saw him lying in his bed. I finally found the switch to the light and turned it on. Old Ackley put his hands up so it wouldn't hurt his eyes. He asked what the hell happened to me when he saw the blood and all from where Stradlater hit me. He asked what the goddamn fight was about but I just said it was a long story. I never discussed my personal life with him. After a while I went over and looked out of the window. I felt so lonesome all of a sudden. I almost wished I was dead. Ackley asked what the fight was about for about the goddamn fiftieth time. He certainly was a bore about that. I went over and laid down on Ely's bed. Boy did I feel lonesome. I just laid there and thought about Jane and all.
Once I'd left Ackley snoring in his bed, I decided that I was going to leave Pencey - right that same night and all. I mean, not wait till Wednesday or anything. I went back to my room and started to pack. It made me a little depressed because I had to pack these brand-new ice skated my mother had sent me a couple of days before. She bought me the wrong kind of skated though.
When I was ready to go, I took a last look down the goddamn corridor. I was sort of crying. I don't know why. I put my red hunting hat on and then yelled at the top of my goddamn voice, "Sleep tight, ya morons!" I bet that woke every bastard on the floor. After that I got the hell out.
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