Aralia's 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

already had in her dresser or in her closet. Bessie had made up her mind she was going to

True enough, he acted more sophisticated than her harbor friends and besides that, the adoration he lavished upon her, certainly held Lelia’s interest, as did his savoir-faire.

When she wiped her tears with a dishrag from the sink, she realized she was alone. She thanked God that Stevie must have taken the younger children upstairs, it wouldn’t be fitting for them to witness her acting so distraught; totally unaware that two of them already had.

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

Third year is right before his eyes already! The break was too short, but Olaf was secretly rather excited getting back to school. Home is rather boring with no friends or people to hang around with beside from his parents. Since when did he started to think that his parents aren't cool enough to hang around with him anymore by the way? Olaf used to be contented with just the three of them in their family. It's the Hogwarts' effect he presume. Either that or maybe the boy was just getting older and started to prefer the company of his friends than his parents. They've planned the trip to the Diagon Alley to buy him the new school supplies for the next term, and Olaf has been expecting it. As usual, he plan to spend all his pocket-money on things from the joke shop. So there he was, scouring the shelves trying to decide

dumbfounded described pyrrha perfectly for the few seconds that had followed her brash unveiling. she wasn’t sure if she should mildly or extremely insulted. she opted for the later and began to plan out nightmare to give the fucking fish stealer. perhaps have her be trapped in a plastic bag full of water and discover how long that thief could survive for. seemed reasonable to pyrrha. she smile at ludo’s offer. that would be fun.

falls backwards after taking a right hook in the face by Loa, this marine was no chore boy! and if he was, were they all this strong. Killian imagined how strong the higher ranks above him would be, not much frightened the fishman but this was certainly a shock to him. Managing to land a couple of hits on the marine killian smiled whilst knocking him between water and land...... nothing was taking this monstrous marine down. The tables turned as the fishman started to take hits, he stumbled backwards slowly after taking several blows to the body. Killian started to cough up blood, it was ironic really, here he thought that the battle was his.

The breed has a fine, smooth, soft, short and glossy coat that comes in a variety of colors and a compact square body. Their coats determine their color that can be fawn, apricot fawn, silver fawn and black but they are the same in every way.

There was no further interaction between brother and sister that night. Vasilios slept apart, facing outward with his back to her. The following day, he awoke with the dawn, a habit now innate to his very being since his days in the army. For a moment he thought himself still in the camp of his father, rising from a simple cot on the ground in his tent. He let out a sigh as his mind wandered through the usual routines; stretches, brief exercises, a quick wash from the water basin, a brief breakfast, then off to the morning briefing with his father and the other captains. Only, when he opened his grey eyes and instead saw the rich trappings of the Royal Residence rather than the dull hues of a tent, he breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, he had forgotten. Vasilios was King now. With a smile, he closed his eyes to sleep some more.

Seraphine took off running before her mind could even decide whether she wanted to or not. Her heart seemed to beat out of her chest the fear of the situation stopped her from thinking. Then suddenly she collided into some unseen wall, she was knocked unconscious.

“Absolutely not! I refuse to stay at this castle a moment longer than necessary!” Grace ranted, pacing back and forth, her bare feet slapping against the stone, once Lady Magdala started her bath. “Grace. Grace!” Jenna said, stopping her ranting by grabbing her shoulders and looking her in the eyes. “Grace, look at me. We could be safe here. No more selling our souls for food, no more long days and bleeding feet from the walking, no more hardship!” “But, who would take care of my brothers?” Grace asked. “I think they’re old enough to take care of themselves.” Jenna replied with an unimpressed look on her face. “What about the old man on the corner of the street? Who will make sure he gets food every day? He’ll grow frail by himself.” Grace pointed out,

I thought it was a good idea for Besserman to document his mother’s story in this way. He recognized that her story was one worth telling, but also realized that she would not have been the best person to tell it. This is due to the fact that Besserman’s mother has dementia, so she would probably be unable to tell her story. It was also smart to tell Aranka’s (Besserman’s mother) story in chronological order.

Mr. Adam turned around. His face looked yellow like the Sahara desert. You can smell his breath from the back of the room like rotten cheese. We all stopped because we couldn't take his breath crisis. “Do you guys even know who is Malala?”, “Do you have any idea what she did for women in other countries”. Most of them didn't know her and the people who did know her sat on their chairs in silence waiting for the teacher to introduce her to them.

The color of their fur is yellowish gold and brown tipped. The color changes during different seasons and climates.