And so, we have finally come to the last chapter (sad, isn't it?). But I'm happy, because I reached 10 chapters! And over 20 reviews! So, a big thanks to my readers, but I'll be back with my new fanfiction in a day or two! So there's something to look forward to. So, with pride and sorrow balanced in my heart (lol, I love talking fancy), I present…the final chapter.

Chapter Ten: Stacy Hirano

1. Flighty

People always told her she was unfocused. Sometimes she'd break the moment by starting to answer, then getting distracted.

But though she was unfocused, she'd do anything to help a friend.

2. Advisor

She didn't know why, but a lot of her friends turned to her for advice. She was only too happy to give it, and hoped that it would help.

And on the days she needed advice of her own, she had plenty of people to ask.

3. Roam

She hadn't yet found her one true love. For the moment, she was drifting, meeting boys who she would then hardly speak to.

But when she did find a boy, she could turn on the charm.

4. Beginning

She sat alone in the schoolyard, unsure of whether she wanted to talk to the other kids. It was her first day of school; a week later than the others, and people had already started to form their groups. As this thought passed, a red-haired girl came and sat next to her.

"Aren't you gonna play?" The girl said.

"I dunno." Stacy replied. "No one asked."

"Aw, come on." The girl said. "By the way, my name's Candace. What's yours?"

"Stacy." She said. "Nice to meet you."

And as the girls returned to the game, the beginnings of a timeless friendship began to form.

5. Tech

She was forever on the phone. Talking to her family, friends, friends of friends…It was a wonder she could afford her phone bill.

But it was her main way to stay in contact with family and friends all over the world.

6. Ribbon

As she struggled to hold her hair in place, she felt around on her desk for a clip. Grabbing something, she held it up to see. It was small, and had a large blue ribbon attached to it. Sliding it into her glossy raven hair, she shook it back and smiled. You couldn't even see the clip. As she left the house, her mother noticed it.

"That really suits you, dear." She said.

"Yeah, I think I'll start wearing it a little more often." Stacy replied.

After that, 'a little more often' became 'every day'.

7. Irregular

She was quite smart in some areas, though she didn't always seem that way. And she was terrible at others; geography one, language another.

Despite her lack of skill in these areas, she could always pass her year simply because of her talent at English.

8. Feather

She liked watching the birds; it was one of her main distractions. They were flighty like her, and they disappeared like shadows when she came too near.

You know what they say; birds of a feather flock together.

9. Desperation

"Oh, please, Candace! You have to help me!"

"Alright, alright." Candace said. "I mean, you can't be that bad at geography."

"You wanna bet?" Stacy said dully.

After a week, they gave up. And Stacy won the bet.

10. Romantic

"He likes you for you, Candace." Stacy tried to explain. "If you get dressed up, it'll look like you're trying too hard. Just try something simple. Trust me."

"Okay…" Candace conceded, trusting her friend's advice. "But I wouldn't listen if it was anyone but you, Stacy."

11. Insomnia

There were some nights when she simply couldn't sleep; she had too much energy. On these nights, she'd watch the owls in her backyard tree through the window. Their peaceful hooting and lamp-like eyes calmed her down enough to let her slip into deep sleep.

12. Powder

The sky, the sea, bluebells on the forest paths. Blue had always been her favourite colour, powder blue even more so.

It was calm, yet light and airy. Just like she could be.

13. Tangle

"Stacy?" Called a nine-year-old Candace. "Stacy?"

"I'm over here!"

Candace carefully moved aside a prickly bush, to see Stacy with her long strands of hair caught up in the bramble bush she had tried to crawl through.

"A little help?" Stacy said hopefully.

14. Venom

Primary school camp was always exciting. But there were risks; they'd come to light today, when another girl had been bitten by a snake. As the teacher had left to find help, Stacy pulled a long ribbon out of her pocket. Finding the main wound after wiping away part of the blood, she tied it tightly around the strike point. The girl closed her eyes. "Thanks." She said weakly.

"Don't mention it." Stacy said.

15. Fashion

She knew all about every trend going, as well as the details. Wanted to know when exactly 'fashionably late' was this season? She was your girl. What hairstyle the newest star was sporting? She knew, plus all the styles they'd already had.

Everyone had their interests. Stacy's was the interests of others.

16. Extend

Her family was scattered far; part in America, part in Japan. They kept in contact well enough, considering the sheer amount of people in her family.

But they were her family, and she loved them all, each in an individual way.

17. Vocal

People called her a loudmouth often. Like, really often. True, she did get into other people's business, and spread a rumour faster than a virus. But then, people never asked her not to tell.

If they actually had asked, trust the secret to be locked away forever.

18. Cheer

She was an incredibly supportive friend; if anyone had an issue with their confidence, she'd boost it a hundred-fold within minutes. It was her special gift.

And it was her favourite experience to see the new confidence expressed afterwards.

19. Tear

A droplet broke the surface of the lake as the eight-year-old girl cried. She had just been told about the death of her father, and she knew what it meant. She would never see him again; never hear his voice, never ask his opinion. The sheer thought broke her, and she dissolved again.

It was just her, and her sorrow, and the silver expanse of the lake.

20. Lightning

It was one of her pet hates; any lightning strike was guaranteed to make her jump. Some people told her to get over it; such fears were dropped during childhood, after all.

But it was always something that bugged her, even when she stopped being afraid.

21. Child

She could be very immature sometimes, and people were quick to tell her so. The less tactful ones also told her to grow up; she was fifteen, after all. She always refused.

After all, what fun would growing up be?

22. Giggle

It had always been easy to make her laugh. Some things had always set her off, others had been more recent additions to the collection. But she always increased her span of what made her happy.

A happy life is a good life, wouldn't you agree?

23. Inside

As the rain pounded against the windows, Stacy looked out gloomily. She hated rainy days, simply because they trapped her inside. While that was good in some ways, it also meant that she couldn't visit her friends, or the mall, on her own steam; at least, not without getting soaked through.

Maybe it would just have to wait until tomorrow.

24. Joker

At seven, she had always been big on practical jokes. They entertained her to no end, even if they could annoy the people around her. As she grew up, she grew out of it. But that didn't mean she wouldn't spring one, once in a while.

Strike when they least expect it.

25. Aspiration

She didn't want to waste her life; she wanted to do something useful. Something she enjoyed, and something that would help other people.

Unfortunately, she hadn't quite decided what that was yet.

26. Ignition

In one moment, her entire life rushed through her mind, sweeping away the barriers created by years of intervention. All memories were equal in their importance; her sadness flickered through, bringing a tear to her eye, followed by an overwhelming euphoria as all the happiness in her life flooded through her veins. She felt the emotions shift, and her thoughts shifted with it. In tune with her past, her present, and her future; it was all there, in front of her.

All she had to do was initiate it.

Yeah, about 19, I figure that because of the conspicuous lack of fathers in this show, some of them have to be dead. So yeah. Also, the stuff she's bad at in 7 come from SBTY and The Bully Code. And, though I did like Stacy with Coltrane, I haven't pinned her down with anyone yet (she's too flighty :D). Anyway, as we come to the last chapter, I thank you all once again. If there was no one to read what I wrote, then I wouldn't have continued this long. So now, I say for the last time in this story; Mirror-chan is out! Peace!