I am SO SORRY! I feel so awful. I haven't updated for 2 MONTHS? That's bad. I feel so horrible and sorry. I really hope you all can forgive me... right? Yeah, you probably hate me right now and to be honest... I wouldn't blame you. I kind of hate myself right now too. So please, please, please enjoy my last chapter, I hope you'll love it. And THANK YOU to everyone whose been reading this story. You guys ROCK!

"You get one call Miss. Stewart." The Officer told me as I sat in the little jail room they had in the Malibu mall. I nodded and stood from the chair, making my way over to the pay phone as slowly as I'd ever walked before. He stood near it and handed me a single quarter from his pocket. I took it and he walked back over to the desk near the door and sat down. I pressed the quarter through the slot and held it there. Who should I call? I thought to myself. Jackson? No, he's probably doing something that I couldn't care less about and is way too busy to help me at this moment. I shifted my weight to my other foot and tried to think again. What about Dad? I paused for a moment. No, he's probably working out and doesn't have his phone on him, even though I keep reminding him to take it.I let out a frustrated groan and rubbed my left temple. Both Dad and Jackson were out of the question because of their... situations. Who else could I call?

I pressed the phone to my ear and let the coin drop into the slot. I dialed the numbers carefully so I wouldn't mess up. I waited and waited until, "Hello?" I smiled at the sound of her voice on the other end. "Lily, it's me. I need your help. I'm stuck at the Malibu mall." There was silence for a brief moment. "What? Why?" she sounded annoyed with me. "I really don't want to tell you over the phone. Can you just come down here and bring Oliver and his Mom." I told her. "Uh, ok? See ya." she hung up and I pulled the phone away from my ear. I set it back on the receiver and walked back over to the chair to sit and wait.

Lily, Oliver and his Mom arrived at the most, ten minutes after I called. Lily didn't look happy to see me, but at least she looked concerned. And Oliver, well, let's just say, the look on his face said he thought I was a thief. I tried to convince him that I wasn't, but he didn't really believe me. So then I told him that it was all Ramona's fault, and well, he was on my side after that.

Now, Lily, she believed me, but could help bragging about how she was right all along, how she had warned me to stay away from Ramona and how I just should have listened to her the first time. Yes, I'll admit that she was right and I should have believed her, but I wanted to give Ramona a chance. Yet, look at where that's gotten me.

"Mrs. Oken, you have to believe me, it wasn't my fault. I didn't know Ramona was evil. She made me do it." I spoke to Oliver's Mom. She said she believed me, but she wasn't showing it. "Miley, do you know whereRamona went?" Oliver asked, crossing his arms and looking around the room. "I-I don't know... I really don't. She kind of took off once Mr. take-her-away came in and brought me here." they all nodded and Mrs. Oken walked over to the mall cop. I waited there, hopelessly stuck behind the metal bars that would, soon enough, be on my permanent record. Mrs. Oken walked back over and looked at me. "Miley, does your Dad know you're in here?" she asked. I shook my head and she pulled out her phone. "Then you're going to have to call him and tell him to come down here so he can let you out." She handed me the phone and I took it. Hesitating for a moment, I dialed Dad's number and let it ring. "Hello?" he answered, sounding out of breath. "Uh, Dad, it's me. I need you to come down to the Malibu mall. I... I'm in big trouble."

Dad arrived moments later, looking concerned and disappointed. I knew I wasn't, but I felt guilty right that minute. "What happened?" Dad asked Mrs. Oken. She sat him down and told him the wholestory. While I, sat there behind the bars, fiddling with a piece of paint that was chipping off the wall, and waited patiently for my release.

After 20 minutes of my Dad, and the mall cops non-stop talking about how everything was going to turn out and how I was getting out of here, I finally got my answer when Dad walked over to my "cage" and put a small smile on his face. "Com'on Bud," I stood up and watched the cop unlock the gate, letting me step out and into my fathers arms. "Daddy, I'm so sorry. Ramona tricked me, I swear." He just nodded the whole time, hugging me tighter. I pulled away and we all walked out. "Lily, can I talk to you?" I asked, biting my lower lip so hard it started to throb. She hesitated, but quickly nodded.

"I should have believed you," I spoke as we neared a bench we decided to sit on. "I just thought Ramona was... different. She made me believe she was like you, only more like me, ya know?" Lily ex-hailed and nodded. We sat down and Lily pulled her knees to her chest, resting her head atop her jean covered knees. "Miley, I'm sorry," Lily spoke for the first time since we'd had our fight. But I was confused. She was sorry? "Why are you sorry?" I asked, giving her a knowingly confused look. "Because I exploded when I found out you had invited Ramona over for a sleepover or whatever you called it," I laughed. "I know you weren't trying to make me mad and that's why I'm sorry... Can you forgive me?" Another chuckle escaped my lips and a smile appeared on my face. "Of course I can forgive you... you're my best friend." Lily's lips formed a smile and she suddenly reached over, hugging me like real friends. I hugged her back and lived in that moment.

And one other good thing came out of this night: Ramona got caught. Dad called me and said that Ramona had been found, hiding in a local Ice Cream shop. She tried to run, but she was surrounded. Now she's doing community service for two months. I've only got one thing to say: Thank you!

So everything is back to normal and I've got my best friends with me. Ramona is gone and I am happy.