Trudy Alternate Ending

“Good,” was the girl’s reply. They walked out of his house and climbed his his run down car. The paint was chipped, and it needed new tires, but he adored it. They had decided to go get frozen yogurt, as a cool treat on a hot summer day. The frozen yogurt shop was packed to the brim with sweaty, smiling faces, in for their favorite flavor. As he sat down next to Paige on the curb with his slightly melted dessert, he thought about all the hard times he had just been

Cathleen hopped off my bed, where she was reading the comics pages of a newspaper from my stash, while I begun to stand up, feeling stiff and numb from sitting on the floor for so long. We rushed out of our room and down the (admittedly very short) hallway to the kitchen table. I hoped lunch was something warm; maybe soup or chicken with rice. Rather, it was ham and cheese sandwiches with chopped carrots and ice water.

Colette dreamed. She was sitting down though the ground was hundreds of feet below. In the northeast she make out her tower, though it was just a dot from where she was. Across from her was another Colette, motionless save for the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. The black, smoky eyes betrayed it as Fetch. They sat across from each other wordlessly, and Colette began to clear her throat softly.

Tizbeth rushed forward and sliding on the ground so the golden, cat woman missed her, sailing over her head. The fire pit stopped her with a crunched to her shoulder.

At that moment, she shrieked out, “Owen is driving me out of my mind!” Not caring if anyone heard her, she screamed as loudly as her lungs permitted. Of course, on the lonesome, unofficial road, no one did. Still, she wished someone, anyone, had heard her cries for help.

The second imagery in the memoir explains she dreams of having her sister’s teacher and has been wanting her to read the book “The Adventures of Mabel”.

“Connor, mom and I are going to make breakfast without dairy for you in about 15 minutes. We’ll need to leave our house at noon since we need to be there by 1:00 P.M.,” my dad claimed. After knowing this, I got a glass of refreshing ice water, went into my family room, and I took my usual spot on our couch to watch some television. I knew I was nervous, but I didn’t want that to conquer my success. Once I was settled in, my siblings came stampeding into the family room.

“Ugh…”, Jackie sighed, “Joe...They killed my parents. My parents are dead”. I was in complete shock. I had no idea something so tragic had occurred. I just thought that Jackie was overreacting about something minor as she usually does.

“Your grandfather didn’t just die Faith, he was murdered. My father put rat poison in his wine that night that our families got together for a dance. I tried so hard to stop him but he locked me up in my room so I couldn’t.” Embry had a shaky voice and a loud cry now. My head swarmed with terrible thoughts that I couldn’t get out of my head. My whole family thought he died of a heart attack. What if my parents really knew the truth and weren’t telling me? Why is Embry going for me and not anybody else? I collapsed to the ground. Lily immediately ran out from the popcorn cart and held me tight. It felt like my world was coming to an end. Embry kept apologizing like it was all her fault.

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

Mary Alice Duncan woke with her heart pounding like a stoned drummer doing the fourth encore of Moby Dick. She pushed herself up from the sweaty hollow in her crumpled sheets with shaking arms then scooted back until her back was propped against the wooden headboard. She wrapped her thin arms around her, willing her body to stop trembling and the blurry dream images to

at the feast the next day something freaky happened - all the sudden Tupa started shaking horribly he had been out of the water and dead for 3 days .then he grow legs and arms mako was going crazy he didn't know what to do. he saw a man where Tupa had been it was - mako's dad. mako gasped “son !” screamed grandad. “I thought that you died ?” asked grandad . “grandad you didn't know our families are gods and goddesses so is mako.” said mako's dad . just then -makos grandad had a heart attack. mako's mom rushed over to him and put her hands on his heart suddenly makos grandad shot back to

Constance held her breathe as she hid in the forest, watching the Rhians fight with the young dragon, pulling it through the woods toward Rhiaiowln. Emi let out a small growl, and Constance quickly placed a hand on her dragon, quieting her. She glanced at the Rhians to make sure they hadn't noticed Emi's growl before backing into an area where the trees were thicker. The Rhians didn't seem to notice anything. They had their full attention on their own dragon, who had suddenly become wilder as though she knew another dragon was close. Constance kept a hand on Emi as she hid behind the dense grove of trees. They were hidden fairly well, but Constance didn't think they were hidden well enough to stop the Rhians from seeing them if they began searching. After all, it was difficult to completely hide a dragon.

Standing at the doorway with me she begged my mother to let me relax my hair, she would actually be the person doing the application but she wanted my curls gone, I wanted my curls gone too and after all she was Jean McCord, my aunt, the family’s self-proclaimed hairdresser. “Please Brenda, it’s a mild one just so the curls will lay flat better.” As she winked at me, we both knew I wanted my hair bone straight and she would have it no other way herself. “The children sing tomorrow and we cannot have her hair standing everywhere she has to sing!” My mother reluctantly agreed knowing my aunt was going to do it anyways. That is how she is, it is her way or the highway. Not only was my aunt the hairdresser, she was the

"Did you, for example, happen to hear someone, a woman I think, sobbing in the night?"… "That is curious, for I did when I was half asleep fancy that I heard something of the sort. I waited quite a time, but there was no more of it, so I concluded that it was all a dream."