AHA! No clichés for moi! And that's all I have to say...humph : P
Disclaimer I don't own Newsies, yada-yada-yada, and "No soup for you!"
Chapter 1
An extremely average-looking person stopped outside of an average-looking lodging house on Duane St. Manhattan, looked up through the rain at the sign on the top, and cussed at the top of its voice.
"That (blankity) (blank) (blank), I'm going to (blankity) KILL HIM!!!!" And then added a few more blankity's.
The Average-Looking Person (from now on, the ALP, because, as even Gender is not yet specified, it would be the AL-B/G, and that would simply be annoying) was rather upset, as you have just witnessed, but this was because the ALP had asked for specific directions.
The ALP had asked for the way to a hotel of a nice old man in central park.
"That's the LAST time I ever ask (blank) directions from anyone who's (blankity) drinking out of a (blank) brown paper bag!"
Directly after making this exclamation, the ALP threw a smallish suitcase at the building and the suitcase went straight through the front window.
"Oh, (blank)! This has got to be the worst (blank) day that I've ever (blankity) had! Why, if I had my own (blankity) way I probably wouldn't even be (blankity) breathing!"
Hearing the ALP's annoyance, and most likely the shattering of the rather large window, a head popped out of the now destroyed window.
"That's quite a lot of (blankity) blanks!"
"No (blankity) way!" The ALP replied quite sarcastically and started to turn away from the Average-Looking Lodging House on Duane St. Manhattan (which we shall now call, just the LH).
"Well, come on inside! Your bag's already here."
The ALP looked frustrated, like it was going to answer, but speechless, and annoyed, it shrugged its shoulders and stomped through the door.
Now, dear readers, there is always something in a story that starts and ends a story, or ties together a great deal of things. Within three seconds of opening the front door of the LH the THING that is important to all stories happened.
The ALP turned to face the head that had poked out of the window.
Now, this may not be so interesting, but just you let me finish.
The ALP, who can now be identified as the Average-Looking Girl, now believed in love at first sight.
The ALG fell madly in love with a boy, named Crutchy.
Disclaimer I don't own Newsies, yada-yada-yada, and "No soup for you!"
Chapter 1
An extremely average-looking person stopped outside of an average-looking lodging house on Duane St. Manhattan, looked up through the rain at the sign on the top, and cussed at the top of its voice.
"That (blankity) (blank) (blank), I'm going to (blankity) KILL HIM!!!!" And then added a few more blankity's.
The Average-Looking Person (from now on, the ALP, because, as even Gender is not yet specified, it would be the AL-B/G, and that would simply be annoying) was rather upset, as you have just witnessed, but this was because the ALP had asked for specific directions.
The ALP had asked for the way to a hotel of a nice old man in central park.
"That's the LAST time I ever ask (blank) directions from anyone who's (blankity) drinking out of a (blank) brown paper bag!"
Directly after making this exclamation, the ALP threw a smallish suitcase at the building and the suitcase went straight through the front window.
"Oh, (blank)! This has got to be the worst (blank) day that I've ever (blankity) had! Why, if I had my own (blankity) way I probably wouldn't even be (blankity) breathing!"
Hearing the ALP's annoyance, and most likely the shattering of the rather large window, a head popped out of the now destroyed window.
"That's quite a lot of (blankity) blanks!"
"No (blankity) way!" The ALP replied quite sarcastically and started to turn away from the Average-Looking Lodging House on Duane St. Manhattan (which we shall now call, just the LH).
"Well, come on inside! Your bag's already here."
The ALP looked frustrated, like it was going to answer, but speechless, and annoyed, it shrugged its shoulders and stomped through the door.
Now, dear readers, there is always something in a story that starts and ends a story, or ties together a great deal of things. Within three seconds of opening the front door of the LH the THING that is important to all stories happened.
The ALP turned to face the head that had poked out of the window.
Now, this may not be so interesting, but just you let me finish.
The ALP, who can now be identified as the Average-Looking Girl, now believed in love at first sight.
The ALG fell madly in love with a boy, named Crutchy.