Pyrrha Alternate Ending

I would change the ending because it wasn’t really satisfying. Evie was cured of TB and that was that she got to go home. All I could think about was Sarah, what would happen to her? For all we know she could die there or worse find out she is Jewish. This was a bad time to be Jewish, during the Holocaust when they would not take them into hospitals unless they lied. The way I would have changed the ending seems much better to me. I would have had Sarah go home with Evie. The reason I would have this happen is because Sarah was recently getting better after she was getting treatment from the doctors. So why not you might ask because Sarah wasn’t fully healed. She needed more time to heal. So I guess the ending wasn’t the worst, but it could

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.

The two scout Humvee’s pulled to a screeching halt in front of Oceana’s BHC, two of the Marines jumped out and hustled into the clinic. Sergeant Cleo Taylor frantically looked for someone in authority, he approached one of the nurses, “Excuse me ma’am, we’re in from the field, Captain O’Hara sent us over to see your CO. Where can we find him?”

In fact, Dan was the only one knew. If anyone else was to find out, she would surely be made fun of. Or worse, excluded from tag at recess.

The smell of death and inevitable change, still filled the streets of Paris just like it did all those years ago when the politically fuelled Armand St. Just was fighting for the Republicans cause. Now he was in Paris with the League of the Scarlet Pimpernel saving those that he once condemned. Armand glanced at the envelope he was to deliver to one of his incomparable members, the red wax seal reminded him of when he was first handed an invitation to join the Scarlet Pimpernel, the embossed flowers glistened with pride, it signified a chance to fight for what is honourable. This was the first time he encountered Percy Blakeney the leader of the Scarlet Pimpernel, a man of many talents and faces. He vividly remembered, like dogs, hundreds of Republicans barked and snarled at Madame de la Guillotine, encouraging her to end the lives of those they despised. At the front of pack, Armand remembered standing with many of the alphas, watching them hungry for the blood of those beheaded.

I wake up to the smell of salt water as I set up in my bed and look out the window into the streets of Dunwall.

"Hey Laura, I'm sorry for making you feel bad back there." Carmilla was sad about making Laura cry.

Sammy looked around for his girls once again and as he was thinking where they were and what they were doing a loud car horn interrupted his thoughts. He turned around and couldn’t believe what he saw. It was Queenie. She was smiling at looking directly at Sammy. He wasn’t sure whether it was a dream or not but he wanted this moment to last forever. Sammy decided to approach Queenie even though he didn’t know what to say and how to act. The closer he was, the more scenarios of what would happen next, were crossing his mind. Then all of the sudden, the pleasingly sweet voice said:

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.

As soon as they left and went their own directions. Audrielle had heard a loud, terrifying, frightened yelling. The yelling was her sister screaming, "HELP! HELP! KACY? ALEXIA? ANYONE HERE? NOOOO! DON'T KILL ME!" Audrielle shout with hope, "ADELINE, ITS ME AUDRIELLE! WHERE ARE YOU? I WILL COME FIND YOU! DON'T

“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?