adventure-final

WA6- Plot~ Adventure

It was a brisk sunny morning when Al Dover woke from the newspaper-padded steps of a New York City skyscraper. His head was against the gratified wall and his legs faced the entrance of the building. His nine-year-old Shepard mix- Sandy was nestled into the side of his patched jacket. He stood up and took a large breath and exhaled, sighing “What a beautiful day it is, Sandy”. Al never posted signs reading “Give to the homeless” or along the lines of “ Will work for food”. He thought that it was un-fair for others to pay for adventures he had taken in life. Al was only 26 years old. He had golden skin and his body type was slender but strong. His chapped face had a few blonde whiskers out of place, lips and cheeks were rosy and his wavy hair ended at the bottom of his neck. He never was motivated to get a job; he was just that kid-growing up in the shadow of his wealthy parents. His parents lived great lives-parties, expensive booze, shopping at Saks. By the time Al-or Alexander reached 16 and eight months he decided to leave the spotlight and run away from home.

The very next day an onlooker could see Al sprawled out on the concrete porch of “J’s Pancake House”. He had his arms and feet crossed. Then moments later he stretched his arm out and poked Miss Tiffany Campbell in her thigh, hitting her tight light blue skirt and top set. She was this sweet thing that worked at the silver spoon diner. Tiffany served hot cakes every Saturday morning. She felt this tap on her thigh. She looked down with her almond shaped brown eyes outlined with smeared baby blue eyeliner; jet-black clumps for eyelashes, electric pink lips and bleach blonde curly hair. He whispered to her, “Helllllooo girl, I am assuming Tiffany” due to her pink nametag on her left chest. She dropped her car keys and yelped “Hi?” Tiffany asked him to come inside for a hot cup of coffee; he couldn’t resist the offer she made. Miss Tiffany seated him at the bar and poured him a cup of coffee with cream and sugar. She plopped a pile of fresh pancakes in front of his scruffy face and said “ Enjoy.” Al daydreamed wondering, “Why is this girl being so nice to me, have I really done anything to help her day?” Or even the thought of marriage crossed his racing mind. She then came back to take his syrup filled plates. Al stayed at the diner all day with Tiffany. The two had a long conversation from his parents to her hometown of Newark, New Jersey. As the sun began to go down, it was time for Al and Sandy to leave the blue-collar diner. As he left he said,” Thanks ma’am for letting me in on this cold November day. I have really enjoyed the company and of course the pancakes.” She shrugged the comment off her shoulders and said, “ It’s no bigge- Dover”.

Al Dover was now motivated to get a job. It was when Tiffany told him, “ With your great looks and handy skills… I’m sure you can get a great job in no time. Hey- if you ever travel around the world pack me in your suitcase. ” The two chuckled after the comment. After three months of walking the streets of mid and upper Manhattan looking for jobs at hardware stores and electronic depots, it was one afternoon when he happened to be in Times Square. He bumped into Gary Gupenberger, an acting agent in Hollywood. Mr. Gupenberger asked Al to fly out to Hollywood to try out in an audition for a scene in a daytime soap opera. Al was in for the adventure of his lifetime. Once he arrived in LAX airport he was picked up in a white chocolate colored limousine. Al arrived at the auditioning studios and made the soap opera “Days in the Light”. Dover- his new Hollywood name was on the cover of every magazine. Teens and young adults had his name and photos plastered everywhere. He constantly took jets around the world, living the high life once again.

Five years had gone by and Dover was relaxing in his New York mansion in the countryside looking at old photos that he had taken with his disposable camera several years ago. He came across photos of his family, his dog Sandy, and then a fading photo fell out. It was the picture of- Tiffany Campbell. At that instant he grabbed the keys to his BMW- and was on his way to “J’s Pancake House” on 23rd street. He hoped out of the car and opened the glass door, “dingdong”. The young teenager asked, “ How many?” He said, ”Just one will do”. She popped her gum and said right this way, “sir”. He looked around the restaurant and said have you happened to see Tiffany, she must be my age now. She popped her gum and said, “Yeah, she’s right over there” and she grabbed his menu. Al got up from the booth and pretended to bump into her. She got to “pardon me” and placed her fingers over her mouth. The two instantly fell back in love. After six months of dating, the two got married. He was the syrup to her pancakes and she was the cream to his coffee.