Tweak: An Alternative Ending.Alternative Ending
I don't really know what to think anymore. My mom is coming to see me, and I, I don't know if I am ready. Yeh I miss her like crazy, so freaking' much man, but this is a big deal, what if she sees me sees how much I had gone downhill and walks out? I honestly don't know what I'd do if she just walked out of here. Knowing me I'd probably relapse. "Nic, don't be thinking like that, you are on the right track. God please help my mom understand... please." I prayed out loud hoping that it would do more good then just saying the words inside my head. I have three hours until my mom is supposed to show up, I figured I ought to clean up my place for her at least a little bit. But first I have to call Spencer. I pick up my phone and dial his number he answers and sounds like he is out of breath.
"Hey Nic, what's up, everything okay?"
"Yeah Man, I am fine. Just my mom is coming to see me in three hours dude, I am kind of nervous."
"Really? She's coming over? Do you
A GoodbyeA Goodbye
Standing in the warmth of the summer-like air,
Looking up at the funeral home doors,
That loom in the distance,
I clear my throat,
And drop my eyes,
As I shuffle my way through,
The red eyed, sniffling people
Walking in the other direction.
I take one more deep breath looking up at the setting sun,
And pull the doors open.
Cold air rushes towards me,
As cries and laughter reach my ears.
Following the sounds I walk past a door from which,
A Knight of Columbus has just exited.
A small table is set outside of the main room,
Coffee, little milks and sugar.
Hearing a familiar voice I spin slowly,
Staring into the vast space,
Avoiding looking where the casket set.
A mass of faces.
Most never seen before,
All moving in and out of focus,
Until my aunts face swims up from the sea,
Snapping me back to reality.
We exchange a few words then I walk off.
To take a seat in a chair at the far side of the room,
Still unable to glance at the open casket,
Or the still body that li
To Kill A MockingBird. Chapter 32Chapter 32
Walking by Jem's room the next morning, I carefully peaked into the room. Atticus was sleeping with his head resting against the wall, his glasses still on his face, his hands still holding open "The Grey Ghost". Jem was still sound asleep, no rustle of movement showed that either, he or Atticus would be waking any time soon. I walked into the kitchen rubbing my eyes, shocked to find Aunt Alexandra already up, sitting at the table with a cup of tea in her hands, steams rising from the brim. "Morning Aunty." I said stifling another yawn. My voice, even though I wasn't yelling made my aunt jump a little. "Oh, good morning Scout, did you have a good sleep?" Her voice sounded frail, and her eyes held bags telling me she had not gotten much sleep. "Yes Aunt Alexandra I did." I stretched my arms above my head heading to the fridge for a glass of orange juice. Aunt Alexandra sighed and walked out of the room, taking her tea with her, I heard her bedroom door shut down the hall, tha