Gatsby Alternate Ending
The Paper Out Chapter One I ran for my life! The monster’s roars quickly turned into a loud ringing sound. “Aaaahhhh,” I yelled. I shut off my alarm clock. “Phew! Just a dream,” I thought.
“Be quiet Lewis,” mom yelled. “I deserve some sleep on such an early Sunday morning,” she complained.
I walked over to my dresser in my small, pathetic room. The cracked blue walls were just a fade in the background. My desk was littered with my golden sports trophies. My black Nintendo sat in the corner of the room.
My friend Steve yelled to me from the ground, “Hey! Want to come play baseball with me and Paul?” “Sorry man. I have my paper route,” I grumbled and then threw my favorite outfit, a plain …show more content…
He was standing outside, eyes bright red, knuckles white, and his fists clenched. “My beautiful, beautiful lawn,” he whined. “WHO DID THIS,” he wailed angrily pointing to the paper sitting on his lawn. I quickly biked away. The last person who touched Mr.Fitzgerald's lawn (his mom) got pummeled. I threw a paper (a little more cautiously) to Ms. Kathy’s lawn when the skinny woman herself in that button on flower t-shirt came out from her weak, wooden house. She asked how I was doing and what I was doing. “ I'm doing great ma'am and I'm doing my paper route,” I said impatiently. I started biking away and tossed a few papers before getting to Mr.Harold’s house. He stood outside his house, and fat as ever. The kids in the neighborhood called him hefty Harold. He said,
“Hey there looks like it's going to..” I cut him off and biked away. I didn't want to waste anymore time. I started blowing past the village. I was like a paper delivering machine as I approached the last few creepy, little houses on Rock Hill. But before I could reach the first house I felt a drop.
“What,” I thought, but then shrugged it away. But what I couldn't get away from my head was those clouds. Something about the thick, dark clouds, spriraling above were like something about to jump out and ruin
“Be quiet Lewis,” mom yelled. “I deserve some sleep on such an early Sunday morning,” she complained.
I walked over to my dresser in my small, pathetic room. The cracked blue walls were just a fade in the background. My desk was littered with my golden sports trophies. My black Nintendo sat in the corner of the room.
My friend Steve yelled to me from the ground, “Hey! Want to come play baseball with me and Paul?” “Sorry man. I have my paper route,” I grumbled and then threw my favorite outfit, a plain …show more content…
He was standing outside, eyes bright red, knuckles white, and his fists clenched. “My beautiful, beautiful lawn,” he whined. “WHO DID THIS,” he wailed angrily pointing to the paper sitting on his lawn. I quickly biked away. The last person who touched Mr.Fitzgerald's lawn (his mom) got pummeled. I threw a paper (a little more cautiously) to Ms. Kathy’s lawn when the skinny woman herself in that button on flower t-shirt came out from her weak, wooden house. She asked how I was doing and what I was doing. “ I'm doing great ma'am and I'm doing my paper route,” I said impatiently. I started biking away and tossed a few papers before getting to Mr.Harold’s house. He stood outside his house, and fat as ever. The kids in the neighborhood called him hefty Harold. He said,
“Hey there looks like it's going to..” I cut him off and biked away. I didn't want to waste anymore time. I started blowing past the village. I was like a paper delivering machine as I approached the last few creepy, little houses on Rock Hill. But before I could reach the first house I felt a drop.
“What,” I thought, but then shrugged it away. But what I couldn't get away from my head was those clouds. Something about the thick, dark clouds, spriraling above were like something about to jump out and ruin