Alexa Alternate Ending

“Nice to finally put a face to the voice. I’m Greg and this is my wife Olga.”

It was a cold foggy Friday night in Summit's Peak. Lauren was walking her six blocks home from her friend Mandy’s house. The streets were deserted, not a sole in sight. Lauren was thinking about her birthday, which was the following day. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn’t hear the clinking of boots following her only forty yards back. Pulled out of her train of thought when she heard someone cough behind her, Lauren jumped. Realizing she was not alone she whipped her head around to see who coughed, but there was nothing there. “Hello?” Lauren questioned her voice wavering. There was no reply “Maybe I’m just imaging things,” mumbled Lauren.

`In 1672 a child named Alyx was ten. He was a ten year old boy and he loved to explore. You could name any forest; he’ll run straight to his dad. He also loved hunting and fishing.This is his story.

I open my eyes and the first thing I want to do is scream. I’m flat on my back and everything seems to hurt. The trees overhead look familiar...it’s a clear night sky, almost beautiful except for the fact that this means I’ve been out cold for at least six hours. But there’s something wrong....I don’t remember what, but something happened and...My head...my God, my head hurts. And a ringing in my ears. Was there an accident? An explosion, I think. I remember Dennis screaming...but after that...I can’t remember…

Imagine you're in a dream where everywhere around you it is pitch black. You try to vision something but you can’t see. You try to hear noises but you can’t hear anything else other than a bone chilling shriek of a girl. You try to feel things around you but you can’t feel anything. You try to walk but you can’t. You try to crawl but you can’t. When you try to move around nothing happens. While being frightened and scared, you scream your mother’s name but no one can hear you. You start to panic. Even though you know you’re at a point where you’re about to cry there are no tears. That’s when you see a girl. She’s walking directly towards you. She has a pale white dress with hair as black as the night sky. As she walks closer to you the bone-chilling shriek gets louder. Then without a warning she sprints towards you full speed.

Celia (interviewer): Hello, Martha. Today we are going to be interviewing you about your life as a dancer and choreographer. Are you ready

Clarke grinned at Lexa's eagerness and happily obliged, grabbing at the hem and pulling it slowly off. Once she had it off Lexa's hands began working at the bottom of Clarke's shirt.

“ The reason for Amanda’s blackout, was for the lack of nutrients and fiber” exclaimed the doctor ” Amanda’s body has been abused and has been starved.”

I fell on my face and my breathing only became worse. I got onto my feet when I hear a groan “What the –” There laid a girl that looked about my age. I’m not alone, the through came to my mind. “I’m not alone!” I yelled. I help the girl up, my breathing started to slowly decrease back to normal. The girl had pale skin, black hair, and looked about 5’9. “What happened?” she asks. “I don’t know,” I reply to her question. The girl goes quite for little bit before looking at me with her piercing green eyes. “Why can’t I remember?” she whispers. “I don’t know; I can’t remember either I was all alone before I found you,” I explain. I can tell this doesn’t make her feel

“You’re standing in front of her room.” Raven gestures towards the door behind Anya’s back “Although she’s not here now. I saw her this morning while she was going to class, but I don’t really know where she could be at this moment.” She answers, hunching her shoulders apologetically.

“ If only one came back, she made a good account of herself, she's even better than I thought.”

I thought it was dark outside, but I was wrong. Any light coming from that direction is gone now, the yellow glow of my flashlight is my only comfort in this place. Something brushes against my face, my reaction was too violent and it took my feet out from under me. Was it a mosquito, spider, maybe a bat? Are there bats in this cave? God what’s crawling on me? These thoughts race through my head as I slap and rub my face and hair. After a minute I stop, there is nothing there. Standing up I feel the cold moisture from the floor against my legs. Screaming, “Shit”, I try to rise without getting any more of myself wet. I lean down and pick up the flashlight. I yell again, hoping for a miracle. No response. At this point she should have heard me. She would have to. Those kids didn’t see anything. They just thought this would be

“Iva!” A boy sang as he hugged the so called Iva from behind. Iva was slightly shocked from this surprise attack, “T-Tomas!” she stuttered. Tomas grinned from ear to ear as his victim turned to stare him in the eyes. “That’s my name sweetheart.” He hugged tighter, not showing any signs of letting go. “Why do you keep calling me that? How many times must I tell you to stop? Just because we have been friends since forever, doesn’t mean you can be all chubby with me. I’m sixteen soon and I deserve some respect.” She lectured the playful boy.

Woohyun wears the seasons in his heart, his eyes are either blazing in passion, or dull and dead- the dark circles beneath them are signs of madness he proudly wears.

“Jesus , Maria, who are these people” he said nervously. I quickly put together an answer