Final Draft
Maybe it’s in his iris,maybe it’s in walk,maybe you can tell by the way that he talks.he delivers us from the nightmare of junk mail and makes sure that our products are delivered on time,there’s something,something about this boy….
In a prefabricated diner in the mid east,young Jimmy Turner finds himself serving and flipping pizza’s,surrounded by startling menus and chunky blue milkshakes.He startles over to table nine in his red roller skates,which he just learned to latch onto,dangling from the left and scorching from the right,His red short Curley hair dances over his eyes.And his skinny body sink in his red and white ship of a uniform.He’s many freckles move,and his blue eyes glow as he swooshes from table to table.
The smell
Maybe it’s in his iris,maybe it’s in walk,maybe you can tell by the way that he talks.he delivers us from the nightmare of junk mail and makes sure that our products are delivered on time,there’s something,something about this boy….
In a prefabricated diner in the mid east,young Jimmy Turner finds himself serving and flipping pizza’s,surrounded by startling menus and chunky blue milkshakes.He startles over to table nine in his red roller skates,which he just learned to latch onto,dangling from the left and scorching from the right,His red short Curley hair dances over his eyes.And his skinny body sink in his red and white ship of a uniform.He’s many freckles move,and his blue eyes glow as he swooshes from table to table.
The smell