Just something I had to write for my Honors English class.
West Side Story: Extended Ending
Maria's Point of View
I walked calmly away from the basketball court, following behind the boys from both opposing sides as they carried away my fallen love. Tony, he did not deserve the death that had been served so cruelly to him. If only the world was a kind and less horrific place full of despair and pain. Maybe then he would still be alive, walking along side me as we ran for our lives. Ran for our love and only stopped to rest when we were far from the wreckage known as the West Side.
But that hope of something better is no slowing dying inside of me. Tony is dead, Bernardo is dead, Riff is dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Everyone is dead, never to be seen walking through the rampaged streets again. The hate had overtaken everyone and everything, leaving destruction in its wake. I wonder if even after Tony and I had run for happier places, how long it would have taken the Hate before it caught up to us. I know that it won't be long before every place in the world has been overtaken. It's only a matter of time, really.
I just wonder how long it will take before someone tries to stop it. Before someone else tries to be like Tony, to try and stop the world from tearing itself apart.