Alexandal Alternate Ending

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

“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.

1 “Oh, Lexi. (Sigh.) How beautiful you are, and you don’t even know it.” Said Edward Moran. Edward had been in love with Lexi Crooke ever since the first day of school. The first day of high school. Elmer, High school.

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

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

There’s nothing here. Nothing. Empty. I throw a scatterclip. It flies off into the distance. What would Florence do? I walk around. One circle. Two circles. Three circles. I get all the way up to fifteen circles before something happens. A girl pops up right next to me. She wears a climbing harness. A rainbow of climbing cams hangs off of it. A purple chalk bag over her butt. Blue and yellow climbing shoes. Chalked hands. Brown pixie cut. She carries a blue duffel bag over one shoulder. She shrieks. She starts hyperventilating. I cup my hands over her mouth. She bites my hand. It bleeds. I sit down and wait for her to pass out. I don’t have to wait long. I slap her.

“You may, but if you go, you shall never come back, and if i do see you, you will die!”

‘Go and Track down the Lion’s pearl. Kill its holder once you have it, come to me and we can lay waste on Harktown.’ King Athaulf smiled the thin, snakey smile a storybook villain would do if they were in his position. Argyros spoke.

Aralia had been born pale grey almost all over. Now her coat was a deep silver colour with puffs of milky white fur at her neck. Her long nose was a blond colour too and showed up her deep brown eyes. Her hair was still a wiry cap but one day would grow to cascade down in silvery veils. M hounds have very, very long tails but, certainly, Aralia’s was truly amazing! She was young enough to let her tail fur loose so it flowed out behind her as she skimmed by all in her path— so fast it made Caty dizzy to watch her.

There’ll be no more sport for today,” announced Arthur, hiding the precious ring in his glove, heading back to his horse.

George raised the gun and steadied it, [...] He pulled the trigger.” (117).This puts George’s perspective of his relationship with Lennie into light. By “putting him down” George showed mercy towards Lennie, knowing

Nobody remembers this king. Not even a legend of him remains anymore. Somebody only truly dies when nobody remembers this

No matter how mentally lost Alexandal had been Indrid was ashamed that he’d failed his King—his foster father, who once loved him. But there was a part of Indrid that still loved him. When Queen Olivia was alive, he was a different, loving man; a man that reminded Indrid of his father.

On a cold December night Algar and his 9 month-pregnant-wife Nerieda are sheltered in their small hut trying to keep themselves warm until the blizzard safely passes. Algar is worried about running out of wood and insists on prolonging what little have left, as he knows that if it finishes they would perish and no one would know about him or his fragile pregnant wife until next the spring. Days have passed and the storm just keep on getting stronger and stronger instead of settling. The couple had used everything they could burn; facing death, and clinging to dear life they cuddle and hold each other trying to keep warm, gazing at the frosted window hoping the view would just change; but nothing seems to keep them from facing the inevitable.

He raises his head from the dusty red wood table fingering through his knotted messy hair wincing at each knot that is pulled. The dream in his mind is simply forgotten as he wakes to a empty greathall filled with adorned with cobwebs and messy with documents. Tasks that were once the maesters had fallen upon the young lord since his passing weeks ago; recruits came and went since Bonifers long stay home, A garrison of hundreds had been reduced to just a few guards sleeping about the keep when not getting beat by Tyro. Leonette had refused to help her lost son, she dropped the burdens of the lord back onto the shoulder where they belonged so she could manage the household