Romeo And Juliet Alternate Ending

“Oh, you don't need to. My son is upstairs right now, actually. He's with Mr. Mulholland and Mr. Temple. Would you like to visit them?”

“Whoa!” In the corner or her eye, she could see that the boy had tensed up along with throwing his hands out defensively,” No! Not even-”

The character I am writing about is Fone Bone in the book BONES by Jeff Smith. Many important events that happen in this book including when Fone bone lost his cousins in the beginning, he has to babysit mrs. possums kids without given a choice, and he struggles to cut firewood. These seem like relevant events but they have a deep importance to this book as i go into depth in this essay. Fone Bone faces many more challenges in BONES, throughout he learns a great deal about himself. When fone bone lost his cousins he was tremendously lonely and he struggled to survive on his own until he makes friends with ted and others throughout the book.

“I was sold to your papa after my village was destroyed.” She says glancing down at the fretful infant n her arms.

The boy turned around. "You don't know who they are? Didn't your parents every teach you about the Survey Corps?"

As the days went by, I began to wonder if the boy was okay. Sitting by the sea, his gaze never left the ocean. He would not talk to anyone and would ignore all those that tried to tell him the reality. The fishermen that bothered to care about the boy a couple of days ago simply pretended that he was a barren rock washed upon the shores. Something uninteresting to all those who pass. I pondered for hours, staring

“Your cut up, and bruised, we need a doctor.” Irene told the man, “What’s your name?”

“Steward,” said a smoky, modulated male voice from the bank of a river. “Come here.”

Jake recuperates and uncovers evidence proving her innocence. The real shooter, Duvall, followed Rodriguez’s orders. Now Jake’s goal is within reach, but he must also save his family and his grandfather’s legacy.

Denny raised the pistol. “Tell me or I swear I’ll put a bullet in your forehead.”

"But remember, kid, even standing back up leaves scars. They might fade away, but don't get angry if they don't. They're proof you lived, that you hurt. That you fell down and were smart enough to drag yourself to the finish line."

“Good to see that you aren’t as dumb as you look,” muttered the boy. “If I have some remaining common sense within me, I would try and get out of this business as soon as possible. Or better yet, inform others that there are those who are still unaware. Preferably, those who have enough sense to stay the hell away from the Jackbooter

        "Hi children!" she greeted us politely. Her face then changed from a pretty smile to a pale, sad frown. "I hate to tell you this, but your parents are dying. I came to get you guys to come let you say adios."

A movement outside drew her attention—Levi rode his horse toward the barn. Her hands stilled. Every morning, Jake left early, always returning before sundown. Levi would know where he went. She suspected the bounty hunter was fond of her, but discussing her husband’s whereabouts seemed far too bold. In all likelihood, he’d cover for Jake since he agreed to stay on to search for the rustlers. He’d already moved his gear into the bunkhouse, claiming he imposed enough. Perhaps he preferred to play cards and drink with the men.

“My dad was on a mission with him a couple decades ago…They manned a craft together, but he had the accident with his legs,” she started, this part, at least, wasn’t a lie. “Is he still okay?”