Rizwan Alternate Ending

A new wave of icy fear overcame her. She banged on the wall so hard, she thought her hands would bleed. "Help anyone please!" she cried out, hoping someone would hear her.

“Besides, yer sister, yer Seanmhair is also aware. Ask them if you don’t believe me.”

“No, it isn’t true, and there is a way to prove it to her, though,” a voice said from behind her.

She bit down on the stolen Pink Lady she got from my house and started to talk with a full mouth. “He’ll learn who Tiamara Moore is. One way or another. And why are you talking to him? I told you to stay away from him.”

Slowly she began to back away toward back door; she pressed her back against the fly screen and wrapped her hand around the door handle. Footsteps made their way toward their door and a fist banged against the wood, the door ricocheting off the fist and wiggling. Her mother then gasped and slowly walked to the door, wrapping her hand around her belly she opened the door and Djinda darted to hide in the kitchen.

He led me inside, where I instantly warmed up as I stepped inside. “Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back,” he said as he left to where I’m guessing was the kitchen.

Malik swung the door open and speed out of the station. He slammed the door on the way out making the glass shake. He let out a long shaky breath while he rummaged through his bag. He pulled out his phone and dialed Octavian.

A group of three boys and two girls laughed, as they threw stones to his forehead.

“Well if you don’t want me to say the truth, I might as well not say anything at all,” she said, heading over to Ariel as if nothing was wrong and her wearing a stupid hat was a regular occurrence.

He heard Sterling slam the door to the room and begin to talk to someone outside. After a moment of so the door opened again. There was a brief pause before the door slammed shut again and footsteps began to approach.

Jaylee sprinted up the stairs to her bedroom. She closed the door and stood there, waiting. The door slowly creaked open, and her heart was hammering against her chest like a zoo animal trapped in a cage.

Dictus turned the knob. He stepped aside and motioned his pack inside, then followed and closed the door. In the house, he stopped for a moment. They were in a comfortable looking living room.

“Indeed, with that out of the way what did she spoke about with you about?“ Minh continue with his questioning.

Throwing herself upwards, the girl quickly gathered her sprawled limbs and stood erect; the stiffening noise threatened to clog her throat once more. She could feel herself asphyxiating as the crunching drew closer. I must have left the door open, I must have left the door open, I must have left the door open, repeated in her head like a mantra. Tears began to wash down her face; she quickly wiped them away, hoping the night would mask their tracks. He was approaching.

“That is Vicky told true,” he snarled. “She also made my life miserable when she came to visit. It took a while, but we became friends. We write to one another every few moons. I have not seen her in several terms. Would you like to hear about it?”