Karishma 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

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.

Marci’s soul felt as if it had been slammed a one, two. She gazed at the first girl she had ever felt close to, tears clouding her eyes.

Tears streamed down my face as her Jade green eyes were closing I practically screamed: “No Amelia look at me, look here damn it.” Amelia let out one long and shaky final breath and then she was gone.

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.

Still I saw Marian's gaze as she seized fighting. Tears rolled down her hollowed cheeks as her eye locked to mine. They were empty, the spirit in her quenched but worst of all she looked at me understanding why.

A trickle of fear had her lying motionless with her eyes closed, straining to hear the slightest noise. A deep sigh of regret and the pressure of a body by her side made her acutely aware that she wasn’t alone.

“It’s an interesting, story about how we met him. Do you want to hear it?”

Erykah stared at the old cottage with a catatonic glaze in her eye from the backseat of a cab car. It’s been raining all morning and the usually sandy trail was now muddled and she was really dreading lugging her suitcase all the way to the house. This used to be her piece of paradise but she knew this summer it would definitely be more of a prison, a place shes been exiled to while the papers are finalized.

Touya cracked his whip against the ground, ignoring Amanojaku. The small youkai scowled at the obvious form of disrespect.

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?

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.

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.

S/O was currently finishing decorating the nicely wrapped gift that she had gotten Kalifa. She was sure this would be a surprise for her girlfriend since S/O wasn’t known to do any kind of romantic gesture. She was shy and she knew it. But if it meant making Kalifa smile then she would step out of her comfort zone. S/O hadn’t been too sure of what to get Kalifa but she put a lot of effort into her homemade gift, she hoped that would show through when her partner opened it. S/O picked up the gift and made her way to where she thought Kalifa would be, but she was nowhere to be found. She looked in the bedroom, checked to kitchen, the living room, the dining room, looked outside, and just about everyone else. Just to be safe, S/O double check all the areas as well. But there was no

“Thank you,” Kurapika whispered, and Leorio could almost see the invisible weight he’d been carrying around his neck lift, somewhat. “Seriously, Leorio. Thank you so much. But I’m still paying for you this. I can’t not, in good conscience.”