Wendy Jorge Alternate Ending

As Billy was dragged away behind the stage curtain, Alexa screamed, trying to get through the door, but her strength had given out. It was a lost cause.

I look at the date at the bottom of the film. The date is September, 29th. 2009, the day after my sixth birthday.

Saturday afternoon , Sam and Colleen arrive at the hospital to visit Erika. Henry leaves to run some errands and give them alone time together . Erika's skin looks pale from her accident , her eyes and mouth wide open , she takes a deep breath every two minutes. Her mom Mrs. White sits in the chair next to her holding on to her hand as she cries. “ Is she gonna be OK?” “ I don't know , the doctors say she's in a state of shock , something scared her to where she is like this .” Sam goes up to Erika holding her hand . “ Erika its me Sam , we miss you , I miss you.” He gives her a kiss on the cheek and whispers in her ear. “ I'll get Scratch for this , even if it takes my last breath.”

Oliver’s head spun rapidly for the rest of the week. He could barely talk to Spencer, or barely talk to anyone at this point. His lips remained sealed as long as he was in the same room as Spencer.

Lovino stared at the ceiling, praying that what he was hearing wasn’t what he was actually hearing. The other possibilities flashed through his head; the cat, the other cat, maybe Grandpa was playing the drums, maybe the house was settling.

Gasparro was keeping one wary eye on the stranger at the far table. Trouble. He had a feel for it. Night like this one, with the wind howling chill down off the steppes, and not a soul through the pass out of Midland for a month. Maybe longer. Times past, the common room would've been thick with travellers, tall tales, news. Times past. The Black Ram had always been a little run down. But now it was run down to the ground, and empty into the bargain. If people came, they didn't linger. They drank and left, or they wrapped themselves up in their cloaks and trudged on up the stairs to a room. A skittish glance and the words, "Hard times," was as much as came out of them.

Yes you do Emily thought. She surveyed the room. The room was quite neat, with a bookshelf full of books, and medals hanging inside a giant display case. There were a few plants, and some looked like that someone had tortured them.

"Feliciano no don't touch those tomatoes dude," Elizabeth says, pulling her hair into a messy ponytail. Feliciano was scooting towards a pile of tomatoes in a wicker basket.

Time seemed to slow down as he approached the spine-chilling water. Rainsford could hear the quiet whistling of the air. It almost sounded as if the whistling of the wind was whispering to Rainsford. He was fraling in the air, trying to grasp on to something but everything was intangible. An abrupt sound interrupted the whistling and replaced it with the gurgling from the petrifying waters below him. Rainsford felt the rushing current pull him deeper and deeper into the frigid water. He desperately clawed the water. His feet were trying to grasp the non-existing ground. Franticly trying to get a breath, Rainsford thrusted himself up, only getting a few breaths of satisfying oxygen. Rainsford thrashed the through the rapid waters. He punched

...Juana woke up in the middle of the night. She felt anomie when she woke up. Juana knew something was seriously wrong. She looked around to make sure her husband, Kino, and her son, Coyotito was still asleep and okay. She checked Kino was gone. However, his clothes and valuable items were still in place. Juana looked at the ground and there was no footsteps or traces. She immediately thought that Kino was kidnapped. Juana started to panic and was lachrymose. As she kept thinking about losing him, the more she cried. She then saw something lucent on the table which is very ferly. She asked herself, “What is that?” Juana walked towards the light and then felt this blast of coldness on her and she got frighten. She stumbled as she was backing away; tripping and falling. Juana wanted to

“Well I guess I go first, since I was the one whom had the dream.” Lucinda said as she snatched the Gem off of the table top.

“HELP! Somebody please help!” John screamed, but there was no response. John looked out to the ocean and could not see anything out there, nothing but the ocean.

John and Michael have already grown up. When John and Michael came back from Neverland, they told us of their adventures. When we asked where Wendy had gone, they had told us that Wendy decided to stay in Neverland to mother the lost boys forever. We had hoped that Wendy would come back and visit us, but she never did. Life was very different for us without Wendy, since now we only had two boys and no girls. Once, we had even tried to visit Wendy. We asked John and Michael how to get to Neverland, but they said, “You must fly there”. After that, Wendy has just become a kind of memory to us, that is slowly drifting

Once upon a time, there lived a handsome prince who was greatly admired by the women in the kingdom and town. He was fair, tall, and attractive that everybody could not take eyes off from him. Annie was one of the girls who sincerely loved him. She dreamed of marrying the prince and becoming the beloved wife of him. With her hope, Annie went to the palace everyday to secretly watch the prince eating, playing, and sleeping.

Racing into the polar water, they dunk their entire bodies before sprinting back to the beach, screaming like little girls. However funny it may be watching the boys squeal like babies, I begin mentally preparing myself for the torture that awaits me. I can’t possibly be the only one who doesn’t play along - I don’t want to be that wussy girl. Following suit, a few girls run in and out, shrieking and laughing as they bolt towards the sauna. Finally, the instructor himself rushes past me at top speed for the water and douses himself. Laughing all alone, I realize I am the last man standing. Sporting my big rubber boots, jeans, 2 sweaters and raincoat, I gather one last deep breath before I sprint at full force towards the freezing body of water.