[ WP ] Write a short story using as many literary clichés as possible .

Jack woke up the the harsh beeping of his alarm clock. He groggily rubbed his eyes for a moment, then rolled over to look at the clock. Panic coursed through him. 
 
 “ I ’ m late! ” He shouted, falling out of bed. He quickly scrambled up from the floor. No time to take a shower, he thought. Or style his hair for that matter. Instead, he just grabbed a bowl of cereal on the way out the door and ran for the bus stop. 
 
 By the time he finally reached it, he was out of breathe. He reached up and wiped the sweat from his face. He paused as his fingers ran over his small thin scar above his eyebrow. It was from his stepfather, for his fifth birthday. His real father had disappeared, along with all of his life ’ s scientific findings, when Jack was two. His mother hadn ’ t even known where he ’ d gone. 
 
 As Jack was thinking about his tragic part that had totally scarred him, he ran right into someone. Books flew up in the air, and the young woman he ’ d ran into fell to the ground. Jack gasped. She wasn ’ t beautiful, but she had long, flowing golden hair, perfectly tan skin, and clear blue eyes like a tropical pond except without any poisonous snakes swimming in them. Because that would be really gross. Jack straightened up. 
 
 “ I didn ’ t see you there... I ’ m am so sorry mrs…? ” He said, bending down to help her pick up her books. 
 
 “ Crystal. Just Crystal. I ’ m not married - won ’ t ever be if my dad has anything to say about it. ” She replied, smiling enchantingly at him. Her lips glistened like wet raspberries. He wanted to make out with them right there. 
 
 “ I ’ m Jack. Just Jack. ” He said with a smile and a wink. “ Think I can buy you a coffee? ” 
 
 Crystal opened her mouth to replied when an incredibly curvy raven haired woman cat walked up. “ He doesn ’ t really love you, there ’ s been thousands of woman before. including me, ” She said, running her hand through her luxorious hair. Crystal ’ s eyes filled with tears. 
 
 “ Is this true Jack? ” She said. “ My dad, the king of the universe, told me I wouldn ’ t find love because I was so rich and everyone would want to use me. He was right! ” 
 
 “ No, Princess Crystal, that ’ s not true! You ’ re different! ” Jack insisted. She WAS different. He had to have her, and only her. 
 
 Crystal smiled. They kissed as it began to rain rose petals and kittens. 
 
 Then Jack woke up. The End.
