Adair Alternate Ending

From inside we could hear Phineas fall clumsily down the white marble stairs. Everyone stayed calm as we rushed outside to assist him. Finny said he couldn’t move or feel his legs and people started splitting up to go get help and shouting orders. Once the doctors and nurses arrived some of us helped to move him to the infirmary. After what seemed like hours Dr. Stanpole came out to tell us the news. He told us something we never expected. Phineas severed his spine. He was paralyzed from the waist down and would never be able to walk again. He said that Phineas needed rest so everyone should go back to their rooms. Everyone left but I was frozen. It was almost as if I had fallen with Phineas, I couldn’t

In my opinion, the ending wasn’t satisfying. It wasn’t satisfying because I was expecting a little bit more. For example, when the whole entire band shaved their hair I was surprised. But, I was wondering as to why the girls didn’t do it as well, I was hoping that they’d shave their hair as well. Also, when Jeffery got sick and Steven couldn’t perform, but in the end he received an award for his drums. But, he didn’t even perform and he got the award, I thought that it was unfair for the other people that played the instruments. Also, when Steven went to Sam and she died I was heartbroken. So, I would’ve kept her alive, I would have let her meet her sister. I would let them have a reunion, then later on she would give some more advice to

Unsure of what to say, he leads her to the seating area by the hand, and together they devour all the food they brought up. But he has one more surprise up his sleeve for

“Well,” Mrs. Johnson interrupted, “how about we settled down and talk about our plans for the morning?” Everyone agreed and sat in a circle discussing their ideas. Next, they decided they should head to bed due to the early times they would have to wake in the morning. As they woke up, they put on their layers of clothes, grabbed their bags, and headed for the Johnsons’ business. They would be staying in an attic, which luckily had a bathroom, but would have to sleep all in one room. They set up their belongings and set rules which they would have to follow to stay safe.

“On Dumpster Diving” by Lars Eighner he gives us an autobiographical account of his life and how he was homeless after he lost his job as an attendant in Austin, Texas’s state hospital. The story begins to focus on Eighner’s experiences of scavenging through dumpsters for food because people waste food and he does not have any to eat. He begins his argument and tells us how he was always fascinated by dumpsters and said: “long before I began Dumpster diving I was impressed with Dumpsters” (Eighner 2013). As I began to read this article I was disgusted that a man could eat out of the trash can.

Throughout Eighner’s essay, he utilizes various strategies to explain the process of Dumpster diving and how his personal experiences have shaped his own identity. Starting with a narrative, the author describes his passion for Dumpsters and his financial reasons for becoming a scavenger. Transitioning into a didactic tone, Eighner then defines various terms surrounding this idea of Dumpster diving and contrasts the meaning of a scavenger and scrounger. To him, scavenging is “a sound and honorable niche” (55), while scrounging is crude and demeaning. After comparing the motives of Dumpster divers with average people, he discusses various foods found in Dumpsters and the processes needed to ensure safe and healthy consumption. With a negative attitude towards ignorant college students and wasteful consumers, Eighner begins

Aomine regarded the lake with little interest as he slowed Blaze down to a halt, the large Brandenburger snorted

"Alright I'll tell you, but first my name is Eren. The girl in the red scarf is Mikasa. What about your name."

“Afa where are you going!” Mako yelled. As Mako goes to search for Afa he hears rustles in the bushes.

In Chapter two Edward Humes writes about New York in the 1890’s. He shares with us how the people of this time period handled the trash condition. He explains how the trash was so severe that pigs could dispose of garbage for eating purposed. People were using them like a part of a solution to get rid of trash little by little by letting the pigs eat the trash but at the same time using them as meat providers. He also mentions the different methods that people throughout the years came up with to dispose of trash and failed as proper solutions. Some of these methods we still use today, like burning trash, burying trash, even building more landfills. However as Humes says about landfills they eventually get filled up. The thing that surprised

As soon as they left and went their own directions. Audrielle had heard a loud, terrifying, frightened yelling. The yelling was her sister screaming, "HELP! HELP! KACY? ALEXIA? ANYONE HERE? NOOOO! DON'T KILL ME!" Audrielle shout with hope, "ADELINE, ITS ME AUDRIELLE! WHERE ARE YOU? I WILL COME FIND YOU! DON'T

"What's this Jean Yves? A letter from..." She took a close inspection of the seal on the letter and Coptic writing of the sender. And much to her astonishment, it was "Anubis!" She cried out his name before having to cover her mouth to avoid raising unnecessary attentions at the airport. "He told me to give it to you, saying that it is of vital importance." Angie nodded understandingly, after all, if it was of any importance that she must receive a letter from Anubis, then he must have a plan. "Angie, it's almost time." Jack reminded, she gave Jean a warm hug before having to rush through the terminal with her boyfriend to board their flight back home. On board her flight, the white wolf open Anubis's letter in anxious curiosity. It was written

Crash. One, two, no, three plates hit the floor. I could for all intents and purposes feel my spirit drain from my body as that sound rung throughout the restaurant. I paused for a moment to recollect my thoughts, looking up to see a collection of dirty plates, bowls, and pans stacked nearly a foot high on the shelf and beginning to collect around my feet as there was nowhere else to put them. With a stack of plates so tall, the grease had allowed a plate to slip and take several others with it to crash onto the stone floor. Ah yes, this was dinner hour, the busiest hour of the night, on Friday, the busiest day of the week in general, and it was my first week on the job. Straightaway came the manager, Rachel, as well as a few of my coworkers. She looked to see glass scattered

The street was eerily quiet as I crossed. So was Mike. Staring at me unwaveringly, he said nothing as I approached. The crow's feet framing his eyes, the ridges in his forehead, and the crinkles in his cheeks still stand out in my mind. How many nights had he lain on that bench, covering his face as the wind whipped against it? Now he hugged his body tightly. He was wearing an old pair of tan khakis, a shirt that I couldn't see clearly, and a light multi-colored jacket, its sleeves ending above his pale wrists, that was just slightly too small and clung to his body. As I gave him the money in my wallet, he took it--slowly--and stared at it for a second in disbelief. Although the street in front of the library is usually an amalgam of car horns, headlights, whining engines throughout the night, nothing--not

On June 6th, 2017, in one certain grey apartment building, in apartment 303 lived a man, just a man that lived alone. He just happened to wake up every morning to the lovely sweet sound of an alarm clock screaming at him. And on this very special occasion, his coffee machine just didn’t seem to work. Lucky for him it’s a Monday. Mondays are always great. Especially when you have an outdated apartment that has the view of another dirty apartment building and all of your furniture is the color of exhilarating grey. Wonderful indeed.