Kagome 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.

“Why not? I killed myself and that guy in the pizzeria and that other dude whose name I don’t remember. And I almost killed eighty-six. Plus I also threw that old ladies off a bridge. That deserves smiting. Can you smite the dead? Huh. Extermination. Yeah, it deserves extermination”

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?"

Having explored most of Berk already, Klara forced herself to venture past the safety and travel into the rest of the Barbaric Archipelago. It was the Gryffindor Pride Month after all, and she figured she should embrace her inner braveness, however deeply it was hidden. Somewhat hesitantly, she mounted Bellona. The little dragon was just big enough that Klara could ride on top of her without falling over; she soothingly stroked her dragon's ginger fur, tightening her legs around the dragon's frame. There was something almost comforting about flying with Bellona; she wasn't as afraid of falling as she was with a broom. She trusted Bellona. One couldn't really trust a broom, now could they?

Kilcoyne was uncertain. She knew today was the day she had to ask him for he would slip from her grasp forever. Dirge was quite older than her, 5 years, to be exact, and she felt as if he had only seen her as a child. She had tried many things to impress him, pinning her hair in a new updo, wearing skimpy dresses that hugged her figure, or cracking mature jokes. But she felt like a baby trying to seduce an old man.

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.

Then he whispered in Nido’s ear: ‘I’m sorry about my outburst earlier. You were right, of course.’

Kuroo is in the dean’s office with a flying frog zooming around the room. Kuroo is meekly smiling at the dean. The dean, Nekomata, has his fingers clasp together and is smiling back at Kuroo.

Dust yelled as he ran from two Rookie Killers for dear life, but they were quickly gaining on him due to his crippled speed in the snow.

The pain in Vera's voice was so raw that Karishma felt its phantom limbs crushing her heart too. She longed to go to the other girl and hug her or put a hand on her shoulder or *anything* to show her that she wasn't alone. But then she walked away, leaving the clearing without a backward glance.

Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long to update, but here's where the magic comes in (No, I do not mean literally). Basically, this chapter shows why this book's genre is fantasy. Ooh lala~ I can finally start writing. Sorry if the characters seem a bit bland, I am having a difficult time trying to determine the personality of the boy. I got the personality of the girl figured out, but they seemed so similar that I am trying to make distinctions between.

“Yeah, but they just ignored me,” the little girl mumbled, her head leaning against the window as she took in the scenery.

Kurapika wasn’t prepared for how cold and lonely this room would feel without Leorio. The silence, coupled with the sudden solitude, was just a little too much, too soon after tonight’s emotional blow-out.

Oikawa gave a dramatic sigh as he dropped into a chair in his office, I choose to stand. With the day that I had, I enjoyed the moment of peace. No movement, no talking, absolute silence.