Which means someone is getting kicked out of some place. The trained eye can squeeze a little conflict out of this opening scene. From this line the prologue stretches about 20 pages.
Chapter 1:
I had learned about a neighborhood on the Lower West Side where runaways who still had a little money hung out.
This line sounds like a tweet. By paragraph two we have the inevitable weather report. Overall, there is a sniff of conflict for those who like a pinch of social commentary with their entertainment, enjoy a little thinking and a good cause to spruce up a story. But overall, quite an unremarkable opening, pretty standard by all standards.
Verdict: Pass (barely)
Sincerely,
Theodore Moracht
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