Karmen 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.

“Without appearing to, Mrs. Turpin always noticed peoples feet. The well-dressed lady had on red and grey suede shoes to match her dress. Mrs. Turpin had on her good black-patent leather pumps. The ugly girl had on Girl Scout shoes and heavy socks. The old woman had on tennis shoes and white-trashy mother had on what appeared to be bedroom slippers, black straw with gold braid threaded through them exactly what you would have expected her to have on.” (O’Connor

"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?"

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.

“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?"

Derrick had come up to her, smelling like heaven and aftershave and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone – he knew that drove her crazy. He’d whispered that she looked nice in her dress, smiled at her in that charming way and she’d gone weak at the knees, it was also late.

Kilcoyne withdrew a modest red dress covered in white pearls and a large rose on the dip of the dress where cleavage would normally be shown. Her bed creaked as she forced her socks onto her dainty feet and her floor breathed as she shook herself into the tight dress. She took her brush and lightly thumbed through each strand of hair until her curly hair was slightly tamed then began to straighten it with a flat iron. She rummaged through her tiny makeup bag after her hair had settled and applied a light coat of “kiss me I’m cute” lip gloss. She was

Yuya’s eyes stared down at the floor, feeling utterly defeated. His fist clenched in anger and disappointment, as he heard Monokuma declare him guilty. He was ashamed of himself for stooping so low and actually killing one of his classmates. Yuya looked back up, a soft smile clearly being shown on his face. The corner of his eyes began to tear up as he whispered out, “I’m sorry everyone...” He could feel his legs shaking, as his cries grew louder, and he was scared of what was to come next.

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

One warm morning in Ecose, a village quite far from here, Harry was selling his authentic breads and cereal at the market. Harry is a tall, bearded farmer who has a farm not far from Ecose. There, he makes his famous breads and cereal. The village people come out all the time just to buy Harry’s famous food.

Drinking their worries away inside a room filled with dusty tomes, three guards sat in a circle skirting their duties in favor of getting hammered as they hid from their peers; however, one of them had enough. Relaxation was fine once in a while yet he and his friends were on their eighth straight night. He didn’t want to lose this job and find a new one, chiefly because of the benefit of allowing him to concentrate on writing his novel as opposed to worrying about his day-to-day expenses.

Suga gently reached out with both hands before grasping the sides of Kageyama’s head, to the raven-head’s dismay. “Look, he’s scared,” Suga murmured, softly stroking Kageyam’s cheeks. He allowed himself to smirk slightly upon seeing a flush of red blossom on the boy’s pale cheeks.