I did an extra credit assignment for the Berlin Boxing Club book. I rewrote the ending f the book to fit what I thought would be a good ending. The reason I did this is because the actually ending to the book is very disappointing. The book as a whole was really good and I suggest it for anyone who wants to read a good book.
“NO!”Hildy was being forced away from me when we reached New York. She was walking with our cousins with her head down and she was not looking back. The boat then started to move down the coastline and I saw her wave goodbye. I waved goodbye to and hoped that we would meet again. I went to my room and started crying. I fell asleep and when I woke up the boat was not moving. I started to freak out because I heard footsteps coming to my room. I heard a voice say “Karl, come out here, it is your cousins.”I then collected my things and went our.
When I opened the door, I was greeted with four people hugging me. They were in warm clothes and I suddenly regretted wearing long sleeves. The two adults told me to call them Aunt and Uncle. The two kids there, one boy and one girl, were named Smith and Jenny. My parents did not teach me a lot of English, but I figured out how to say most english from my comic books from America. I started to cry at the thought of my parents and the my Aunt asked me what was wrong. I said nothing and we started to walk to their car. The sky was so beautiful and I started poking around my backpack to look for my sketchbook.
When we started to drive I was amazed to her that America was starting to fight against Germany in the war. They called this World War Two. “So what was it like in Germany?” said Smith. “I would rather not talk about it.” I said. My cousins had the biggest house I have ever seen. “Where am I going to stay?” I asked. My aunt told Smith to take me to my room. Smith lead me upstairs to a large room at the back of the house. “This is your room Karl.” He said. “Danke, I mean thank you.”I shuddered.“ What does danke mean?” asked Smith. “It means thank you in German.” I told him. He then walked off and left me to unpack what little things I had. I unpacked the special books last.
Once everything was unpacked, I re opened the back of the books that held valuable paintings. I hanged the ones of my dad and of Herr Smeling. “I want everyone to know my story.” I thought. I picked up my empty sketchbook and started writing. When I was done I shared the book with my family and they told me it was very good and that I have been through a lot. They told me that they were going to publish the book. I then went to sleep.