The Sad Clown (the assignment was to write a decriptive essay about a made up person in a made up place).

The flaming red headed clown was strutting down the hot steamy pavement on a scorching hot afternoon. He looked sadly down at his giant left shoe realizing he had a problem. Bobo was upset because the sole of his left shoe was slowly breaking away. Not knowing what to do, Bobo went to the old rusty pay phone on the corner of 5th Avenue in downtown Chicago. Searching through the ancient and overly used phonebook …

…over him. He felt some sense of accomplishment on that depressing, yet beautiful afternoon. Looking down at the plum colored flowers he tried to soak up any happiness he could. One thing that could turn the unsatisfying day around was to fix his worn, yet favorite, shoes. The only problem that stood in the way of him walking into the shinny glass door to get his shoes repaired was the fact he had no money.