Malessica's Alternate Ending

“Oh man, I was thinking of telling him that! That would have been embarrassing!” I said.

“Forgive me for not noticing you Isaac.” She said while chewing. “I’m still not fully awake yet, how did you sleep?”

"Sir! I-I'm sorry... I-I didn't m-mean to s-startle... I... I... I n-need to t-talk to you!" he stuttered.

"Sorry about that back there, I just needed to do that so I could get rid of Allison. And it wouldn't be to good for my rep now would it." He laughs while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

Her spring break was over and she had to return to Ohio, so it was a goodbye, today. Turning to my parents, I told them I was going out for a walk and they simply nodded their heads, before heading back inside.

“I'm sorry, I just need to talk to you about something I've learned.” he exclaimed. Holmes sighed, rubbing his head with his fingers.

As Gabriel laughs a little, Sam looks at the ground and responds softly, “Yeah, neither did I. What did you do to get put out of the classroom?”

"Ohhh, you should tell me about it later, when you look presentable." She insulted. Damn her. I gave a tired nod before turning my attention to Mr. Harland who was about to begin speaking.

He was offended. “I would never lie to you and you know that. I’m just as shocked.”

"I take it that this-" Sarah gestured to the situation in the hallway, "means you haven't told him yet."

“I was just wondering why weren’t you in history class?” I whispered softly, not trying to make it obvious I was deliberately trying to interrupt his fatuous chatter. “Is it because of what happened earlier in the

Stunned, he remains quiet. He looks back down and sighs, trying to collect his thoughts - something that has been damn near impossible for him lately. “I don’t know where I’ve been Riles, if I knew I

"No, Phil, I shouldn't force you to tell me, don't say anything." I exclaim. Phil's eyes were downcast,

“Ugh, go clean yourself up and finish my dinner. Don’t make me tell you again.” Garrett shot at her.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.