Spiros 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.

When the narrator was a young child, their mother was seen as “a beautiful lady.” The narrator’s mother would always stay up late and sit in the dark. She taught him a poem “that night I stumbled into the kitchen maybe because I’ve always been a night person or perhaps I had wet the bed.” They lived in an apartment and there

Sleepless nights were Everette’s cup of tea since his parents murder. He obtained three jobs in the course of five years: murdering other people's list of victims, taking care of children in a hospital, and researching on finding who the people were responsible for his parents deaths. The last job, being the one he worked his hardest on. Sure, he worked hard killing for money and healing for children and their parents, but he wanted nothing more than to find and kill the ones who murdered his parents and vowed to find them before he lost his own life. The tall male would search far and wide within ranges, contacting people and connecting to find the murderers. Calling in South Carolina, someone tipped him off, giving him a little information that they did know. They didn’t give much, but it was enough for him to get a lead.

“Douglas get over here and make your father, his lunch for work!”Young Douglas mother yelled.

He ran and ran. After a while he stopped and didn't know where he was.

I take in my surroundings, as I feel my body getting numb from my toes on upward. After floating for hours, I spot a woodsy island I decide looks about a quarter mile away. I wade over to CJ and Jacob, noticing they are the closest people to where I was at. I watch as CJ pathetically hugs his only remaining plane carry-on, his baseball glove. He mopes the entire time it takes me to swim over to them, until he notices me, and he gives one last whimper before wiping his eyes and putting on a brave facial expression. Jacob smirks, knowing I had already seen CJ previously crying. My first instinct would have been to laugh at him, but now was not the time for that. We had fallen into the seas and had no idea where our luggage was, let alone where

Moonlight engulfed the island, concealing its dark nature. An eerie silence hung in the air soon broken by the sound of creepers and faint footsteps. A group of boys emerged out of the thick jungle of shadows, with Jack at the lead and Ralph close behind. They walked duly, pace slowing down by the minute. A cool, dense, fog surrounded them, masking their path ahead. Jack squinted his eyes, trying to adjust his vision to the ever growing fog.

“Off, off, off!”Fluke the fat, lazy, black sea lion barked at the lonely sea lion, Gerald. “Yeah, off, Gerald!” barked Fluke’s copycat sea lion, Rudder. Fluke then pushed me off the island. “I’ll get you back one day, Fluke!” Gerald barked as he sunk into the water.

“Andries, you have to go to bed!” shouted Mom from downstairs. So he did what his mom told him to do. He shut the door of his closet and his real door and then dimmed the light until the whole room was consumed by the darkness.

As Oekeke awoke, he shifted in his bed with a pain coming from his chest. It wasn’t a pain that made you clench up and scream, he knew from that moment something was very wrong. He tried to open his at last, from when he awoke his eyes were still weary but it seemed as though he was stuck in time. His heart pumped faster and his mind was propelling from left to right to across the back and back. All he could think of was his family, but with such confusion he could hardly focus on the realty of his situation. It was a sensation he’d never felt ever before, and as he saw his life flash by him he knew the only thing he could do was to wait it out. The old man finally grasped control of his life covered in sweat and disorientation. He asked

The man started to think about where he would check first. There were no leads to where the princess was being held captive. He decided to walk out towards his old farm land to clear his mind before embarking on this magical journey. He then noticed something strange on his walk. On the side of the street, there was a pile of dung from a foreign creature to this part of the world. He knew this creature captured his fiance. He knew exactly where to find this creature and slay him.

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.

He began to perspire. "Where are your father and mother?"The children looked up and smiled. "Oh, they'll be here directly." "Good, we must get going." but then Mr.McClean heard loud scream coming from the nursery. He run to the nursery as fast as he could. While Peter and wandy ran after him, she yelled at Mr.McClean to not open the door.As he slammed the door open, he saw the lions closing in on George Hadley and his wife and he yelled “Mr and Ms handly are you okay?” and then he turned to the kids behind him and told them to command the nursery to shut it down.” They are your parents; they raised you, fed you and most importantly, they loved you! Are you two really that heartless to try to kill them

Despite the bourgeoisie’s strong desire to rise above their social status, their wish was still unattainable;