Disclaimer this is the final chapter thanks for reading! There is two more sequels I'm debating on doing a story for CIBOLA or not…..tell me in a review I need help.
Epilogue: New Life/Good Life
Ben and I and Abigail moved into this huge house, and Riley got a Ferrari. "Wow," I said as I finished unpacking my room. I had painted my room a light blue-ish-teal and a light lime green. I had a balcony, and a set of French doors lead me to my bathroom, and a great view of the pool, and gardens from my room. I also had a huge closet, for all my flashy clothes.J Best room in the house. "I gotta go." Riley said. I nodded, and took his hand "Okay, here I'll come out with you." I said. Ben and Abigail came out with us. This was the life, I swear. I was doing online school, now because I didn't want to skip a grade in public school and be the youngest in my grade (Ben insisted I skip the grade, and I wanted to but not be the total youngest in my class so we compromised, now I was learning Junior level stuff, I could've gone senior or even collage but that felt too cocky). It had been two months since we found the treasure, Ben became a history lecturer, Abigail kept her job at the archives, and Riley became an author of a new book, that wasn't selling much. So he decided he'd give collage a shot. My stitches had been taken out, I was now into kid- boxing fights. It was really fun. I was still doing dance, and running, got straight As, as usual, and had my black belt in karate. "10% Ben. They offered you 10% in finders fees, and you turned it down." Riley said. I smiled. "Riley, you know that's too much." I said. "Exactly." Ben said. He rolled his eyes. "Well, have fun with the new house, while I sit on one percent. One stinking percent." He muttered. "Not even one percent, half of one percent actually." He said, giving me a kiss goodbye and hopping in his Ferrari. "Well, Riley I'm sorry for your suffering." Ben said. "Thank you. And for the record why did you pick this house?" Riley asked. "Because in 1872-" Ben began.
"Someone did something famous in history, blah, blah, blah, and he lived here. You could have got a bigger house." He teased. "Later." He sped out of the driveway and left for probably another class. I went inside while Abigail and Ben talked and raced inside. I smiled, this was a good life. I went up to my room and flipped on my desktop. I typed in for a search engine. In the box I typed: Unfound Treasures and myths.
THE END! OR IS IT?