Spinks 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.

We walked back to our camp with Spinks, although Jena had suggested we tie him up and leave him by his glorious stash of useless supplies. Spinks was still uttering jokes the entire way back to our camp, and I was about to lose it. We had just walked all the way to find nothing, and he still had the nerve to input jokes.

In the months, weeks, and eventually days leading up to my flight to Germany the panic was gnawing away at me. Despite the fact that this wasn’t the first time I was venturing out without my parents or even my first time on a plane, it was my first time for a myriad of other experiences in my life. My first international adventure, my first time living with a family that wasn’t my own, and my first time being surrounded by people speaking a different language; all of which began with a simple decision to cross the threshold between the jet bridge and the plane.

I watched the orange sparks from the blaze curl and twist into the starry sky. Not sure why he wanted me to know this, unless he needed me to be pee-my-pants scared.

You smile wide, sure that he would see your confession as something positive, sure that the feelings are reciprocated. You love him and you’re almost certain he loves you too, however the dark look on his face says otherwise. You want to ask him if he’s alright, but before you could say anything, he sighs, rolling his eyes in the process.

It was a clear sunny day from the look of outside my window. I was relaxing with my seat reclined back, enjoying a nice bowl of french onion soup that was brought to me by the flight attendant. I felt tapping on my left shoulder. My brother Sam looked straight down at me with his smug face and it seemed like he knew something I didn’t.

I helped the crew pack supplies onto the ship. Everyone was so chatty, so excited for what lies beyond the sea. I was excited too, especially since this was thought to be one of the most thrilling trips. But along with excitement, I also cared about safety. I often worried if I was going to get home alive. Of course I couldn’t say that in front of the rest of the crew, they would probably just laugh in my face. They’ve pretty much done it to every anxious man aboard. I didn’t want them to think less of me.

The moon shone clear in the night sky not a cloud in sight. The moon was so bright that it shone straight through the bramble roof of the nursery creating a faint glow.

He hurried to the bow and opened up the anchor-locker and pulled out the anchor. He chucked the anchor. Somehow the knot that connected the rope to the anchor's chain came undone and the anchor went flying and sunk into the bay. We were both frozen like what happened didn't register in our heads. "What do we do now?" He said almost angry. I grabbed a pair of boots made for the marine environment out of a bag in the back of the boat as we got feet closer to the rocks. I put them on and held my feet off the side of the boat to keep the rocks from hitting the boat I realized it was worthless as I heard the scratching of fiberglass coming from the bottom of the boat. The rocks weren't just across the coastline, they were underwater. So I put my feet back into the boat and analyzed what we did and what needs to be done. Even though we were on the side of a bridge during 5 o'clock traffic we were still stranded. There were no boats on the water because everyone else was smart enough to not be on the water. My dad and I both got our phones out and started making calls. Then in about 2 minutes we saw a boat and tried to wave them down except they started waving back. They thought we were just being a friendly boater. Then I realized we had an air horn so I shook it and pointed it to the sky and pushed my finger down and it sounded. They turned

Evan Hunter wrote the short story called 'The Last Spin', a tale of 2 young men having been chosen by their clubs to resolve an unforgiving rivalry. Danny and Tigo, were enemies, having never met each other before, but by the colours of their jackets. After a few rounds of Russian Roulette and neither one having gotten the unlucky slot with the bullet in, they had talked and got to know each other as people. 'The jacket told Danny that Tigo was his enemy. The jacket shrieked, "Enemy, enemy!"'. Danny and Tigo judged one another far too quickly, just as society does. We've known to stereotype - a dumb blonde, if you have tattoos and ride a motorcycle you're a bikie, glasses make you a nerd, anyone who wears a hijab is a terrorist. These are all

Long ago, in a village called Patras, lived a young man named Spiros. Spiros was one of the wealthiest people in his village. For a while, Spiros was content with being just that. He was satisfied until he realized he at the top. No one was higher than him. He had nothing to strive for, nothing he could get by being more powerful. He had everything he could ever want, but Spiros still wanted more. For days and days,Spiros thought about how he could be better, but he couldn't find a solution. He asked all of his servants to look everywhere in the city to find a way,but none of them could find anything. Spiros wanted to be happy, and this was the only way.

Ishika zoned out as her Physics professor droned endlessly about radiation. She loathed Physics with all the hate she ever had, not for any other reason other than her professors. The previous one wasn’t that pathetic, just very boring, but this one was a nightmare.

The night before we began our journey to Orlando, I didn’t get much sleep. My eyes were wide open like an owl most of the night, tossing and turning under my cloudy soft comforter thinking about what awaited me the next 24 hours. I have always been interested about what it would be like to go on a roller coaster, but I hated the feeling of weightlessness like a balloon. I even hated going on elevators, just the thought of all that force sent a shivering sensation throughout my body that made me agonizingly uncomfortable. Nevertheless, there was a roaring lion fearlessness within me that wanted to indulge on this endeavor. In the morning we pack the family SUV as if we were sardines in a can and headed out to Islands of Adventure.

As soon as the plane hit the water it was a race to surface before my lungs filled with lake water. The journey to the shore was tiring and bye the time I finally woke up from who knows how long my face was fried and mosquitoes were eating me alive. Millions of things were flying through my mind at that time, the pilot, where am, what do I do, food, and shelter. I didn't even know where to start. Food. I knew I needed food before I could do anything. I grabbed a sip of water from the lake hesitant at first. The pilot. I decided I needed the water so I got some anyways trying not to think of the pilot. As I stumbled up the hill trying to keep the lake in sight at all times I found some sort of berries and started shoving my mouth full of whatever those berries were. Once I got back to the lake I realized eating too many of those berries made me feel like my stomach was tied in knots and was being chewed by those berries and spit back out. Gut cherries. After that I knew I could not live off those gut cherries,so I went in search for more food. About a hundred yard past the gut cherry bushes were Raspberries. Then I really stuffed my face and didn't even realize that there was also someone eating the berries as well, it wasn't a person; but a bear. Insane.