Amazon Alternate Ending

Law enforcement rushes in to surround Tendou, the villain Kuroo's just defeated, as Kuroo himself does his best to stay inconspicuous. Some photographer snaps a picture before he can fully melt backwards into the shadows, and he winces.

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.

Montag and the gang reach the ruins of the city that they once called home. Montag says “This is all that is left of our world now, we must make our own existence.” As he pronounces his leadership of the clan he hears a familiar voice. “Guy!” cries Mildred as she climbs into the arms of the man she onced loved with all her heart. “Mildred, I thought you were dead. I thought the atomic bomb killed you!” Granger asks politely, “Who is this woman and what does she have to do with you?” Montag responds “Her name is Mildred Montag and she is my wife.” Granger puts his hand out as a show of respect and she shakes it firmly. “Ok, Mildred here comes the hard part are you going to accept the fact that books are going to help us rebuild this city?” Mildred responds “Yes, I do think that books will help us rebuild the city.”

“Afa where are you going!” Mako yelled. As Mako goes to search for Afa he hears rustles in the bushes.

Dillard is even further describing the beauty of the Ecuadorian jungle by describing typically frightening things in a calm and stunning way. This is

There’s nothing here. Nothing. Empty. I throw a scatterclip. It flies off into the distance. What would Florence do? I walk around. One circle. Two circles. Three circles. I get all the way up to fifteen circles before something happens. A girl pops up right next to me. She wears a climbing harness. A rainbow of climbing cams hangs off of it. A purple chalk bag over her butt. Blue and yellow climbing shoes. Chalked hands. Brown pixie cut. She carries a blue duffel bag over one shoulder. She shrieks. She starts hyperventilating. I cup my hands over her mouth. She bites my hand. It bleeds. I sit down and wait for her to pass out. I don’t have to wait long. I slap her.

Breathless, Alex ran through the forest. It was twilight, normally his favorite time of day, but this golden hour took on a malicious tone. These woods were full of weeds, slippery moss covered stones , and twisted, thorny vines. Alex’s foot caught on a snarled root, and he tumbled onto the cold dirt. Alex sensed something was amiss, and he knew The Beast was growing ever nearer. As Alex lay sprawled on the forest floor, a single thought ran through his mind. “I’m done.” with the will to live draining from him. Alex lay still in the dirt and leaves resting for his last time. The soreness in his legs was so unbearable he wanted the release of death; craved for it even. “Thump”....... “Thump” The Beast's feet approached slowly and

The archetype of the number three is used a lot in Things Fall Apart. Both Okonkwo and his Father, Unoka married three women. Also, “for three years Ikemefuna lived in Okonkwo’s household,” (10). The number three can be an archetype of family, generations, time, and trinity. Each man having three wives shows family and Ikemefuna living with Okonkwo for three years represents time, and the past, present, and future.

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.

I was as frightened a mouse, we would get in deep trouble if we were caught looking for Atticus. I said looking at the jail house, “That’s funny, jail doesn’t have an outside light”. When were drawing closer we saw Atticus reading a newspaper on a chair. Scout made started running toward Atticus but I stopped him. I said, “We may not disturb him, he may not like it. Let's go home, I just wanted to see where he was.” I was happy that Atticus was safe but we needed to get back home so no one would find out about this.

As far as the eye could see, the dark jungle awaited our presence. Abruptly, a powerful growl came from the south. The growl intensified to a grim, breathtaking roar. In the midst of absentmindedly running, I tripped and fell on a pile very heavy papaya’s, just as the robust tiger pounced. Lafitte threw one of the papaya’s at the tiger’s head. His aim was accurate, and saved our lives. The tiger was knocked unconscious. The papaya exploded into a rain of gold and jewelry. Immediately, we scrambled to break open as many papaya’s to collect the gold. Then, shockingly Laffite began to act upon his pirate nature and his greed began to take hold of him. As soon as I started to protested, he became even more aggressive, and this worried me. I carried on protesting and pleading “We must equally share the gold.” Just then I saw a shadow of a beast. I found myself feeling an intense pain in my side and throbbing in my veins. I was incredulous to the fact that I was dying, but I knew one day death would take me. I was always wary to the fact that since i had taken the lives of so many others, mine would have to follow. A faint calmness collides with the pain and blackness covers my eyes like a coat of winter snow on the tops of trees in

I peered over the edge of the cliff, staring down at the murky water below, the incessant roar of the waterfall on my left reverberated in my ears. “Go on… jump!” my brother Josh prodded, impatiently shifting from one foot to the other. The last word he said seemed to echo and grow louder with each repetition, taunting me as I fearfully faltered away from the edge. I was standing in a cave behind one of the Tavoro waterfalls in Taveuni, Fiji. My parents, two brothers, and I were in Fiji on a 2 week mission trip. We’d spent most of the two weeks at a bustling compound, Vatuvonu Adventist School and Church, which consisted of a school, a church, a clinic, a few worn-down huts, assorted administration and dorm buildings, and a rickety dock with huge spaces in-between the worn wooden planks. While there we helped build a platform for a generator, fixed up a church, and ran a medical and dentistry clinic with the thirty other people in our mission group. We spent 10 of our 14 days at the compound, then took a ferry to Taveuni so we could stay at a resort for a few days. We wanted to explore the islands a bit and see what Fiji had to offer. We went snorkeling, we explored the tiny towns and villages, we went swimming in the Pacific Ocean, we rode a horse, we went flying in a tiny plane, and we tried many local foods. On one of our last days in Fiji we took a 2-hour bus ride to Bouma National Heritage Park, and hiked to the first Tavoro waterfall. After

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

The world is on the verge of a demographic milestone. From the start of documented history, young children have outnumbered their elders. However, during the past decade the number of people aged 65 or older outnumbered children under age five. Due to fall in fertility rates and significant rise in life expectancy, population ageing will continue or even accelerate. According to WHO, the number of people aged 65 or older is expected to increase from 524 million in 2010 to approximately 1.5 billion in 2050.