Coyotito Alternate Ending

9. What can be inferred about Juana and Kino after their dialogue at the end of the chapter?

“Well I disagree, Theo, and my opinion is the only one that matters” said a very exasperated Daphne. The two reckless teens stood in front of a colorfully lit tent. The carnival had come into town and they decided to check it out. They stood before a tent that probably exclaimed that a psychic inside would tell you your future, for the mere price of five ninety-nine of course.

A few days later, Jamereo feels bad about what happened with Annabelle. Her words resonate inside his head. He keeps playing her voice over and over. He also feels horrible about Jamie; he says under his voice, “I should have killed that nigga”. He reflects about what Annabelle told him about going to Mexico. They talked about going to Cancun once. But if she goes anywhere else, he fears for her safety. He starts rocking back and forth.

Uncle Cortez was walking up to the door. Catalina saw him and ran over to him. They embraced each other, and Pedro ran over to him waiting to get patted on the head. “Uncle Cortez, what are you doing here?” Catalina asked, surprised.”I’m here to ask your father about something”. Francisco walked out the door and smiled when he saw his brother. ”Hi Francisco, we need to talk” Cortez explained, sounding serious . Francisco’s smiled disappeared from his face.”Come inside then, Catalina stay out here”.

Zoraida and Casto, two Puerto Rican immigrants living in New York, have been married for nine years and have three children. For a while, Zoraida has had imaginations and acts as if possessed. At 2:30 in the morning she moans and groans acting like she is having sex with an invisible lover. The mere thought of his wife’s behavior very much upsets

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

I wake up to the smell of salt water as I set up in my bed and look out the window into the streets of Dunwall.

I lean against the wall of the alley, staring out at the swarm of people rushing through the square, in the fading sunlight. I let out a sigh, as I realize that I need to come up, with my next move. I’ve been out here on the streets searching for the Rebels, for little under a week now, and I’m not any closer to finding them, then I was back in Gold district.

"Hey Laura, I'm sorry for making you feel bad back there." Carmilla was sad about making Laura cry.

Once the alarm went off, both girls groaned wanting to sleep for another hour. Unfortunately, dinner with the Hollis' was happening very shortly. Both girls got out of their bed and walked over to the bathroom to freshen up. Carmilla washed her face as Laura brushed her teeth, vice versa. Once they we're woken up, Carmilla walked over to her dresser while Laura walked over to her closet. Laura pulled out a lovely form fitting black dress that showed off her neck and her toned arms. Carmilla slid into her infamous leather pants, threw on a black tank, and topped it with a black blazer with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. "Hey Laura, can you pass me my red heels?"

The car was silent as Ino drove Sakura to her pregnancy class. She hoped that Sakura would be ok she could only imagine how she must have felt. "Sakura how did it go?"

Carina, wobbling as she sat, obviously intoxicated, glanced around at her friends with bleary eyes.

The luscious grass blurred beneath my boots as adrenaline rushed through me. The constant thump of my footsteps echoed in my ears as sweat rolled down my forehead. I recognised the pugnacious 'BANG' of the canon and instantly heard his heavy boots crunching against the rough ground.

Tsukiyomi snarled in defiance as she was shoved into an elven cell by a young guard with cold grey eyes and a blank but equally icy expression.

Gasparro was keeping one wary eye on the stranger at the far table. Trouble. He had a feel for it. Night like this one, with the wind howling chill down off the steppes, and not a soul through the pass out of Midland for a month. Maybe longer. Times past, the common room would've been thick with travellers, tall tales, news. Times past. The Black Ram had always been a little run down. But now it was run down to the ground, and empty into the bargain. If people came, they didn't linger. They drank and left, or they wrapped themselves up in their cloaks and trudged on up the stairs to a room. A skittish glance and the words, "Hard times," was as much as came out of them.