Jayden Alternate Ending

Hello, good afternoon everyone, I would like to give special thanks to everyone who has attended trial today, especially the jury and the judges. this today I am presenting my side of who is the killer in the night drive. In the short story, Night Drive, we were left with a major question at the end of the story. Who is the killer on the frighteningly eerie Colchester road? The evidence we have concluded from the broad sources that we have, we think that Mr. Tabor is the killer. Now we will verbally express our evidence to support our claim.

After speaking with Mr. and Mrs. James, they informed us that they strongly believe their son has been murdered. We have begun to think that George was murdered by an unknown person, but with no remains

Press coverage of this letter led to a veritable avalanche of similar correspondence that resulted in the police investigation almost being brought to melt down. Yet the likelihood is that the person responsible for the murders was not the same person who sent this letter. It was believed by police officers at the time and the majority of modern day experts are unanimously in agreement, that the letter was the work of a Journalist.

The article displays an appeal to credibility through detailed accounts of Debrow’s life, yet there is also careful consideration to elicit specific emotions throughout the text. Hollandsworth makes a prominent appeal to pathos through literary devices and specific use of detail. “The night of the robbery, Edwin drank Thunderbird wine mixed with grape Kool-Aid” (para. 23). This is an example of selective use of detail and literary devices together; he juxtaposes the crime and Thunderbird with the nostalgic and childlike connotation of grape Kool-Aid. Hollandsworth constantly reminds the reader that Debrow was 12, even though he may seem to be so hardened and already involved with a gang, crime,

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.

Finding files and more leads of the male mentioned was rather hard, but he was able to it as well as a female name listed below it, Genevieve Lynn Winston. Everette searched the name through many media sites

In Whitechapel, London in 1888, an insane serial killer roamed the streets who became known as the “Whitechapel Butcher.” (Jones) No one knows who actually did it so over the years the murderer

First we should go over the community in which these gruesome murders took place. ''Twas the year of 1888 in the city of London where these murders took place. A district within the city called Whitechapel was the specific area

Atticus rested until the sun was in the sky to begin walking again. Once he got to the city things weren’t what he expected. People were out doing everyday activities like shopping and going on walks. There weren’t monsters running about or guards in front of the most important buildings. Atticus just stared and looked at everything taking it all in. He then promptly walked in the direction of Annabelle's home. The house was nicer than most. It looked like it was about three stories high and was painted a deep blue. The yard was well decorated with beautiful flowers of what seemed like every color. Atticus walked up the cobblestone sidewalk, onto the front porch, and then knocked on the door. Moments later a small woman who appeared to be

The typical paper rustling and student whispering commended while Damien led me to the back of the classroom where there was a wall of cabinets. He opened one that had the number "12" in silver on it. The cabinet contained neat, wide shelves filled with textbooks and supplies.

Again on page 18, Watson is speaking to his musician friend, and states, "A considerable crime is in contemplation. I have every reason to believe that we shall be in time to stop it. But today being

Jinwoo knew that he wasn’t okay. He hadn’t been okay for a long time. Every day was a struggle for him to keep living. It was as if he was dangling from a cliff, but only had one hand to hang with. He tried his best to overcome it naturally, he really did. But it was never enough. Somebody always went too far with a joke, and Jinwoo would feel a tiny bit of his self esteem crumbling away. It was always a joke, but Jinwoo was never able to take it as one.

I was as frightened a mouse, we would get in deep trouble if we were caught looking for Atticus. I said looking at the jail house, “That’s funny, jail doesn’t have an outside light”. When were drawing closer we saw Atticus reading a newspaper on a chair. Scout made started running toward Atticus but I stopped him. I said, “We may not disturb him, he may not like it. Let's go home, I just wanted to see where he was.” I was happy that Atticus was safe but we needed to get back home so no one would find out about this.

James was on his way back with the coffee. He reached the door to his room. Only a few seconds left