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…
black t-shirt and striped blue basketball shorts. I started to get ready for my paper out job. How did I get the job? I wasn't the tallest guy in the neighborhood, but the skinniest. I was one of the older kids in town so I got picked. But, I'm starting to hate my job. I mean who gets up at 5 o’clock in the morning!
When the paper job opened up, my mom thought it was a good idea to get some cash in my pocket and get some real work in. I went downstairs in our big, old, 2 story house. There were precious items everywhere and the carpet was as clean as could be. So were my shoes, my white Vans, my prized possession
I started folding the newspapers and peeked outside. Dark, ominous clouds circled above the big, famous Simi Valley sign. There was a light wind like a gentle hand sweeping against the palm trees’ leaves. I hopped on my bike and got ready to deliver “The Paper of 1998” to the small village of Simi Valley with it’s old, cracked, rusty houses.
Chapter 2 I tossed a paper to Mr.Fitzgerald’s flourishing, bright green lawn that got taken care of every day. “NOOOOOOOOO,” The man himself screamed.
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
everything.
Chapter 3 I waited on a hill, as if challenging the clouds. The clouds waited. I sighed happily. Then the clouds attacked fiercely. They unleashed gray torrents of rain that were unbearable. It came down so hard it hurt. The rain slapped me off my bike. My white vans were now brown from the sticky mud I fell into. I attempted to hop on my bike but it's wheel was twisted. “Noooooo, my new bike,” I cried with agony. I struggled to get up but the water made me slip. I hit the wet asphalt hard. I groaned. I tried to get my bearings but I slipped down the steep, muddy hill and landed on a soft patch of grass, but I still shook from impact. The tall hill shielded me from the rain. I was safe. But I had a problem. I needed to get to my bike and get the papers delivered. I tried to get up, but my ribs flared with intense pain. I flopped back down to the soft, wet grass softly. Then, I waited and waited. for what seemed like hours. I finally clumped a soft patch of cold dead grass together and pressed it against my ribs. The pain went from a flare to a dull throb. I struggled to get up but managed. I climbed up the half -drowned hill. I quickly grabbed the plastic covered newspapers before I was knocked down to the asphalt but I was prepared. The grass on my ribs took the impact as I ran back to my house through the drenched village only wondering what my mom would think. “Paul! Steve!,” I thought suddenly. I ran to the old ball park as a ran against the pouring rain. Paul and Steve were huddled in the shabby, old dugout that was collapsing. Suddenly the roof collapsed as their yells for help were muffled. I threw the pieces of the broken wooden roof the the ground. Their heads popped out from under the wood.
“Let's go,” we all said urgently.
“To my house,” I suggested as we ran not caring what my mom thought as long as we were safe.
Chapter 4
Once we got past the drenched village, my mom took us in the house. We got dried off. After I finished telling her what happened, she told Paul and Steve she was driving them home. Once she left, I got an idea. “It's not foolproof, but it could work,” I thought. Once she came back I launched my plan.
“ Hmmm,” she said as she considered it carefully.
“ Please, it's the only way mom,” I begged. The next thing I knew, I was in the old, red car, tossing papers from out the small window contently. Finally, i delivered the last last paper and started to head home. Maybe this paper route job isn't as bad as I thought.
The End
“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…
black t-shirt and striped blue basketball shorts. I started to get ready for my paper out job. How did I get the job? I wasn't the tallest guy in the neighborhood, but the skinniest. I was one of the older kids in town so I got picked. But, I'm starting to hate my job. I mean who gets up at 5 o’clock in the morning!
When the paper job opened up, my mom thought it was a good idea to get some cash in my pocket and get some real work in. I went downstairs in our big, old, 2 story house. There were precious items everywhere and the carpet was as clean as could be. So were my shoes, my white Vans, my prized possession
I started folding the newspapers and peeked outside. Dark, ominous clouds circled above the big, famous Simi Valley sign. There was a light wind like a gentle hand sweeping against the palm trees’ leaves. I hopped on my bike and got ready to deliver “The Paper of 1998” to the small village of Simi Valley with it’s old, cracked, rusty houses.
Chapter 2 I tossed a paper to Mr.Fitzgerald’s flourishing, bright green lawn that got taken care of every day. “NOOOOOOOOO,” The man himself screamed.
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
everything.
Chapter 3 I waited on a hill, as if challenging the clouds. The clouds waited. I sighed happily. Then the clouds attacked fiercely. They unleashed gray torrents of rain that were unbearable. It came down so hard it hurt. The rain slapped me off my bike. My white vans were now brown from the sticky mud I fell into. I attempted to hop on my bike but it's wheel was twisted. “Noooooo, my new bike,” I cried with agony. I struggled to get up but the water made me slip. I hit the wet asphalt hard. I groaned. I tried to get my bearings but I slipped down the steep, muddy hill and landed on a soft patch of grass, but I still shook from impact. The tall hill shielded me from the rain. I was safe. But I had a problem. I needed to get to my bike and get the papers delivered. I tried to get up, but my ribs flared with intense pain. I flopped back down to the soft, wet grass softly. Then, I waited and waited. for what seemed like hours. I finally clumped a soft patch of cold dead grass together and pressed it against my ribs. The pain went from a flare to a dull throb. I struggled to get up but managed. I climbed up the half -drowned hill. I quickly grabbed the plastic covered newspapers before I was knocked down to the asphalt but I was prepared. The grass on my ribs took the impact as I ran back to my house through the drenched village only wondering what my mom would think. “Paul! Steve!,” I thought suddenly. I ran to the old ball park as a ran against the pouring rain. Paul and Steve were huddled in the shabby, old dugout that was collapsing. Suddenly the roof collapsed as their yells for help were muffled. I threw the pieces of the broken wooden roof the the ground. Their heads popped out from under the wood.
“Let's go,” we all said urgently.
“To my house,” I suggested as we ran not caring what my mom thought as long as we were safe.
Chapter 4
Once we got past the drenched village, my mom took us in the house. We got dried off. After I finished telling her what happened, she told Paul and Steve she was driving them home. Once she left, I got an idea. “It's not foolproof, but it could work,” I thought. Once she came back I launched my plan.
“ Hmmm,” she said as she considered it carefully.
“ Please, it's the only way mom,” I begged. The next thing I knew, I was in the old, red car, tossing papers from out the small window contently. Finally, i delivered the last last paper and started to head home. Maybe this paper route job isn't as bad as I thought.
The End