Hemsworth 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.

Sleepless nights were Everette’s cup of tea since his parents murder. He obtained three jobs in the course of five years: murdering other people's list of victims, taking care of children in a hospital, and researching on finding who the people were responsible for his parents deaths. The last job, being the one he worked his hardest on. Sure, he worked hard killing for money and healing for children and their parents, but he wanted nothing more than to find and kill the ones who murdered his parents and vowed to find them before he lost his own life. The tall male would search far and wide within ranges, contacting people and connecting to find the murderers. Calling in South Carolina, someone tipped him off, giving him a little information that they did know. They didn’t give much, but it was enough for him to get a lead.

The thump of Lila landing on the floor had startled Tom momentarily and slightly brought him back to his sense. However, not fully. The character he'd inhabited on the journey home was still in control, but the noise and the look in the woman's eyes, caused her name, and her relationship to flash into his mind, and also why he'd thrown her to the floor as he had. Because she wanted it, it was her fantasy, and he was here to provide it to her. In as realistic fashion as possible.

The couple dated in the early nineties, starting when Juliette was only 16 years old and split up 4 years later, which eventually led to the actress dealing with drug problems, spending her twenties in rehabilitation.

It was calm, leaves slowly falling gently to the ground as you made your way to Broadway. You followed the gossip of people whispering about how Philip Hamilton had passed through.

In 1982, the two of them had an affair the led to a fiery but brief relationship.

"It's just been an eye opener to be with someone like her," Shelton -- who divorced Miranda Lambert in the summer of last year -- explains. "Believe it or not, I mean, you think Gwen Stefani and No Doubt, she's literally may be the most normal person that I have ever met in my entire life."

Once the mother turned on the tv all you heard was screaming. The mom screamed ”look what it's doing!!!!” her husband to come down stairs. When he came down stairs he was frightened. The Dad replied by saying “We need to move” the Mom and Dad started packing up their clothes,and all their supplies. Once they were all packed it was too late. It was already in there city. The parents sat down on the couch. The Mom screamed we're all going to die!!. The bus arrived at there house. There kids bursted through the door,crying their eyes out. They ran and hugged their parents. After a while they calmed down and watched the tv. The Mom was mostly scared about its huge feet. The dad wasn't worried about the feet he was scared on its teeth. The son asked why it was stomping on all the buildings. The

I glanced up at the clock. It was 12:18. Mrs. Ewert exclaimed, “One or two problems guys.” My heart sunk to my toe. I had langage arts next. Mrs. Berntson was coming back to school after her son went missing. My friends say that she is seeking revenge and locking up kids. I tried not to think about it and did a math problem, I knew they were exaggerating. The bell rang and Mrs. Ewert excused the class. I slowly walked down the crowded hallway. I turned the corner and could see her crusty, burnt door. Now I could believe my friends, Mrs. Berntson has gone crazy! I looked across the hallway and could see my friend, Will. You could tell by his face that he was scared to go in.

Imagine walking downtown, with your friend at your side. Golden rays of the setting sun reflects off the glass skyscrapers giving a warm glow to the city. This was your last night in the sunshine state before your flight home the next day. Dreading the thought of leaving the warmth & fun, you decide to make your last evening on vacation one to remember. As you turn the corner onto Wilshire Blvd, you see a most unexpected, but delightful surprise. Walking out of the restaurant is your prized internet sensation. It is now or never. You have no time to think. Either you act quickly or the moment will be gone. Cell phone in hand you boldly approach & ask for a photo to treasure the moment. Knowing you will never see them again, your

The heavy white door of the brightly illuminated log cabin opened up. A man stood in the doorway. He was old, with a grey beard.

Do you remember what I told you that night? That if I hadn’t seen the doctor pull Amir out of my wife, I’d never believe that he is my son? Well, that thought had been crossing my mind a lot these past weeks. Just yesterday, I took him out to watch the yearly Buzkashi tournament. Before we had left, I had sensed a sign of discontent from Amir, but I shrugged it off as if he were tired. Buzkashi was Afghanistan’s passion. It was not possible that an Afghan was not interested. While we sat in the upper bleachers, Amir often looked confused or bored. He would look up at the chapandaz then back down at his fingers. I had told him the sight of a book at the Buzkashi was unbearable, and that he could last a few hours without burying his face in one. Although his eyes were on the horses, I knew by his gaze he knew next to nothing about Bazkashi. So I decided to point out my long time favourite chapandaz, Henry Kissinger. Before Amir had time to respond, I saw his eyes dart to the far end of the stadium. A chapandaz fell off his saddle and was crushed under the hooves of the horses. Slowly, Amir’s face changed from shock to mournful. How is it that this is my son? This rather quiet, bookish, feminine

Once upon a time in a faraway land there lived a family of four, a mother, father, and their two children. Every morning they were woken up by an evil, disgusting creature who would bang on their doors and ring in their ears. This happened to everyone in the town for years until one day we had had enough and we decided to fight the monster.

Homecoming was just three days away, though, which created a whole new set of problems for me because I had no idea as to how I was supposed to keep everybody safe from Abellona if she decided to strike. So after I had gotten a few more beers in me. I had come up with the not so bright idea to tell Tucker all about Abellona and what’s been going on up here in Mount Harrison since I'd moved here. I had figured that he and Owen should at least know of her existence just in case anything did happen. I knew he wouldn't believe me though, and would think I was just yanking his crank, but I thought I could persuade him if I tried my