Sorry, guys. I have found that algebra class really was my inspiration. And now that I'm in Fame, I am so busy. But finally it's done! This is the last chapter, so it's kind of long and pretty confusing, but I'm sure you all can deal. It is complete! What I have been waiting for forever! Ah ha ha ha! And in case you wanted to know, the Hawaiian state fish is the humuhumunukunukuapuaa.

Amanda's fingers flew over the keyboard. She had heard what the three were planning out there, and she needed to make sure she could stop them.

Burchard followed Stan into the shack, looking at Neal with disgust.

"Wake him up," he snapped.

"Right, sir, very good," Lou rushed forward and shook the unconscious page as

Neal appeared back in Florida, in the lawn in front of the pink house.

"It worked!" I exclaimed, looking over at the limp boy. Realizing that he was knocked out, I added,

He sat up groggily and checked to make sure he didn't have any life threatening injuries or missing limbs. Satisfied, he turned to his three friends.

"I am very, very confused," Neal admitted, looking at us with a funny look. "And please put that thing away." He meant the pencil. "I don't need anyone else writing for me to do stuff."

I obliged him, shoving the pencil in the bag by my side, and

The girl was sitting right where Neal had been. Lou thought it was a little odd that she wasn't unconscious, too, but he supposed she wasn't the one he had hit earlier. Deciding this girl was entirely awake, as she was squealing louder the longer he shook her, Lou stood back and let Burchard see the new arrival.

"Is this the Taina you've been going on about?" he sneered at Kel. Without waiting for an answer, Burchard turned his attention to Taina. "Where is my son?"

"In a country called America in front of a pink house with my friend Corinth," she said snottily. Then

Taina arrived back to her friends. So I was right! Corinth thought triumphantly. We can write about anyone who's a story character! "Too bad this Amanda isn't one," he mulled out loud.

I thought about what he said. "You're right. We can't touch her if she keeps writing us away. But if we write ourselves to her…"

Amanda looked up as a girl and three guys arrived in her bedroom. She reached out to start typing, but was stopped by Corinth, who had grabbed one of her wrists in a swift movement.

"Wow!" Taina exclaimed at the lavender painted walls. "My room is only white."

"Really?" Amanda smiled slightly. "I wanted it a deep royal purple, but my parents wouldn't let me."

"My favourite color is royal purple." Taina paused. "Or sick alien blue, but I wouldn't want my walls that color."

"Guys,"

"I don't think I would either." The other girl almost started to giggle.

Joren rolled his crystal blue eyes and stepped into the conversation. "Can we all just go home now? And stop talking about purple? Walls are much better painted goldenrod yellow."

"Goldenrod?" Neal scoffed. "What ever happened to just plain yellow?"

"It's not yellow! It's darker! More goldenrod-y!" Joren protested.

"Guys!" Corinth repeated, this time louder. "I have a lot of things to do back home. I'm sure you all do, too! Can we please get sorted out and go back to our normal lives?"

"No!" Neal turned pale and blurted out, "That'd be as bad as murder!"

"Why? Do you die?" Joren asked. "Maybe that stupid girl kills you, that'd be a laugh!"

"Actually, you—"

Neal and Kel sat across a mess table from each other, Joren on the right side of Kel.

"Why are you sitting here?" Neal asked with some surprise.

"I don't know," he muttered. "I don't spend time with the lump girl."

"Then why don't you leave!" Owen held up a chubby fist.

"I-I, well, I—" he stuttered, trying to think of a comeback. All he could come up with was, "What do you think I am doing?" before he dashed across the hall to his mates' table.

"What's going on?" Neal leaned over the table and asked.

"So you're sure that they won't remember anything?" I asked Amanda.

"I wrote it, right? And I'm the author, right?"

"Yeah, I guess." I backed off. It had all happened so fast, though. We had been talking and having a fine time and then she had written them back so fast. It was the right thing to do, I knew, but it didn't really make me happy.

"Do you want to forget everything, too?" Amanda was asking Corinth. "You don't have to, you know. I just didn't think that Neal should know ahead of time that Joren was going to die in their next book."

"I don't want to remember," Corinth shook his head furiously. "It will change everything. I know that it will."

"You're sure?" Amanda and I were both hoping that he would choose to stay here, at least, I knew I had been hoping for that. At first, he had scared me, with his quietly cold demeanor, but I had warmed up to him and found myself really enjoying his company.

"I have things to finish there." He smiled at me, sadly, like when he had first met me, and closed his dark blue eyes, letting Amanda's typing sounds fill the lilac bedroom.

He had been right. Drumbeats pounded out a march in Corinth's head, but his leg wound had been bandaged and the bleeding stopped.

And that was how Corinth left. Amanda hadn't wanted to write the rest of her story while I was standing there, which I understood, but now that everything had been sorted out, I wasn't quite sure what to do.

So, I decided to leave. "Well," I began, ready to say my goodbyes and go home.

"Do you really like the walls?" She asked me shyly.

"Yes! I can't wait until we redo my bedroom." I plopped onto the bed, changing my mind about going home. "Did I ever introduce myself properly? I'm Taina."

Sitting at her computer, Marina laughed as the typed the end of her fanfiction. If that didn't confuse everybody…