Yeah I know, its really short. You don't have to tell me that. But its just the way the story ended. And i like the way it ends. So if you have a problem with it, well, you can shove that problem whre you might not want it.
Just Kidding people. But I want to thank all of you who have ever reviewed for this story. And now take the time to name all of you.
banana442
Heavenly Princess
Newsgirl Poet
Andrea Harper
Scout-britt
And yeah I think that's it. Now, when I put up the Epiloge, I'm not gonna be making an Authors Note. Cause I don't really need to if I say what I want to say right now. But the Epiloge will also be the Prolouge to the next story in the Jet series. Hope you can read the next Story if you have the time.
There will be more chaos, randomness, and Ma's thoughts on life in Camp GreenLake.
Weeks later, and Monkey is back up to his annoying, leaderish, geniusness state. I taught Mush how to do the cha cha slide. Lover accidentally tripped Morris Delancy. Jack broke up with Sarah (Yay, I was waiting for that to happen since like, a million gazillion years ago). Spot got over his fears of Sandy, and actually said hi to her the other day. She swooned so much that she fell over and landed in a basket of tomatoes. She also had to pay some money for those ruined red things. Racetrack won a whole bunch of money at the races. And he is now one rich Hunk. And me, well, lets just say that I kinda sorta accidentally scared all my fellow friends by saying I was Peter Pan for three days.
Life is good.
Yep...Now what?
There's nothing to add to the story.
No more Lover running through the streets naked. (Although I never told you about that. Shhh...That's supposed to be a secret.)
No more Mush getting a girlfriend, who then cheats on him, and then he cries on my shoulder while I cry because my shirt was now wet.
No more Jack being confused about what a French Fry stood for.
No more peeing in alleys. (Even though I never did try it out.)
No more getting baths by jumping off the docks.
No more Mission Castrations.
No more Bimbo'd Barbie Whores. (Thank Heaven for that one.)
No more kicking Barbie's ass because she kidnapped my boyfriend. (Damn, I actually liked that one.)
No more making up nasty songs while going to a party at Medda's.
No more cleaning the Lodging House, and then having everybody disappear while a blood sucking monster scares the hell outta me.
No more messages from leader to leader. (Never really liked those.)
No more Kitty. (I'm gonna miss him sooooooo much. Emphasis on so.)
No more Newsies.
As I sat on the roof of the Manhattan Lodging house, I thought about that last 'No More.'
I'm gonna miss these guys when us three Musketeers are gone. I know we're gonna be leaving sometime soon. Its like a feeling in my gut. Like a gut feeling. Or instinct. Yeah.
I heard somebody climb up the fire escape, and looked over my shoulder as I saw Lover and Monkey crawl onto the roof. They came to over to me and sat on either of my sides. Monkey watched the stars while Lover fiddled with his suspenders.
"Do you have the feeling too, Ma," Lover asked softly.
I nodded, and then noticed he wasn't looking at me. "Yeah I got it too. We'll be going home soon. I always knew we would sooner or later."
Monkey attracted my attention by pointing at the sky. "Look, a Shooting Star!"
I looked up, and saw the star streak across the night sky.
"Make a wish." I whispered, and we closed eyes, making our own wishes. Knowing we were all wishing the same thing.
It wasn't either of those three wishes that actually got them home. Sitting in front of the bunkroom window sat a boy who made his own wish. A wish to send the three teenagers back to where they came from. Slightly regretting doing it, but knowing it was the right thing to do since he was the one who made the wish to send them to his own era.
Gray/blue eyes watched as the Shooting Star disappeared. A smirk swept itself across the face of the owner of those eyes. "See ya later, Ma. Hope ya get home safely."