Okay, this is it.
Emerald: You've seen that movie?!
Me: Emerald?
Emerald: Yes?
Me: Shut up now, you're killing a heart felt goodbye.
Emerald: Oh.
Me: Well, this is the last chapter of the story. It has taken me roughly 2 months to finish all 24 chapters, and to tell truth, I'm really gonna miss it.
Emerald: …
Me: But anyway…
Emerald: *randomly hugs me and starts crying* I'm sorry, Evie!
Me: What the-
Emerald: I'm always so sarcastic and I never do the disclaimers right and get on your nerves all the time and I'm gonna miss you so much! WAHHHHH!
Me: Get off me you wuss and do the final disclaimer (dun dun dun).
Emerald: *sniffles* Evie doesn't own Max Ride. She owns me and the plot.
Me: Onward to the end!!! BTW, in this chapter, it's two years after the rest of the story, so Emerald, Poppy and Chase are fifteen, Harry is twelve, Dreamer is nine, Jake is seven, and Charlotte is twenty-two. Okay, now seriously, we're going.
2 years later…
I checked the address on the sheet of paper and looked up at the tower block. This looked like the place. I didn't know what I was going to do if this wasn't the right address. It had already happened a couple times before and each time it took me weeks to get off my lazy ass and get going again. And frankly I was sick of sleeping on either Poppy's or Jake's sofa every week. Just then the brick of a cell phone Harry's mom had given me started ringing. Yes, I did say brick. It wasn't the best phone in the world, but it did what it needed to do, which was good enough for me. (A/N: My mum always says this about her car LOL) I took it out of my pocket and checked the screen. Great, it was Poppy. I was gonna get it now… I said "Hello?" warily into the speaker.
"Where are you?!" Poppy demanded.
"Oh hi Poppy, how are you?" I said, just to annoy her.
"I nearly died when I woke up this morning and found the sofa empty!"
"I left a note." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Oh yeah," Poppy snarled, "'Went out, be back later'. That tells me everything I need to know."
"Jesus, Poppy, calm down." I said, climbing the steps leading to the ninth floor.
"Where are you, anyway."
"Chicago."
"Chicago, Illinois?"
"No, Poppy, Chicago China."
"Ha ha. Any reason why you wanted to travel from Arizona to Illinois over night?"
"Not over night."
"No?"
"I left at half five this morning."
"Stop it. Now tell me."
Just then the wave of what I was about to do, of what would happen if, for once, something actually went right for me, washed over me, and I momentarily couldn't speak.
"Emerald? What's going on?" Poppy asked, sounding slightly worried.
"Poppy, I've…I've tried again…And, I think I've got it right this time."
"YOU WHAT?!" Poppy screeched down the phone, "Why didn't you tell me, you dipstick?!"
"I don't know." I said. You may have guessed that my vocabulary hadn't changed much in the last two years.
"Well, how accurate do you think you are?" Poppy asked.
"I don't know, do I? I'm not a bleep mind-reader." I snarled. It happens when I'm nervous.
"Okay, calm down. Breathe in and out."
"I am breathing, you loser." I was getting really nervous now, as you may have guessed. Suddenly I felt myself change tack completely. "Oh God, Poppy. What if it's not her? I don't know if I could deal with that again. Not again." My voice broke, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"Shhh, Ems." Poppy said, "It's gonna be alright."
"But what if it's not?!" I wailed.
"Then come back to my place and I'll have a movie and Ben and Jerry's Phish Food waiting for you." Despite how crap I felt, I laughed just then.
"Okay, but it better not be frozen yogurt." I said, and we both laughed.
"Ring me, and tell me how it goes." She said.
"Okay, bye." I said, and we cut off. I walked on up the steps, feeling like my stomach had been replaced with slush. When I got to the ninth floor, I stopped and took a clipboard out of my backpack, then tried to control myself, tried to make it look like I wasn't shaking with fear inside. Standard procedure. I walked along the corridor, trying not to throw up. I stopped outside the fifth door along, and rang the doorbell. A girl who looked in her early twenties opened the door. She had black hair pulled into two loose buns either side of her head and deep, dark brown eyes. My mum's eyes. My eyes.
"Yes?" she said, opening the door a bit wider.
"Hello…miss. I'm doing a survey. Could you answer some questions for me?" It's a good thing I look older than fifteen, or she might not have believed me.
"Right. Sure." She said.
"I'll need your name and age." I said, pulling a pen out of my pocket and trying to look as professional as a fifteen year old girl meeting her sister for the first time in thirteen years could look.
"Charlotte Murphy. And I'm twenty-two." I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. Oh. My. God. Of course, I didn't know for sure if it was her. There could be hundreds of Charlotte Murphys in America.
"And…Do you have any family? Brothers or sisters?" I said, my voice going slightly higher.
"Well, I did, but…There was a… Thirteen years ago…She…She…" Suddenly, Charlotte's eyes flashed dangerously. "Why? Who wants to know?" She was trying to close the door now. I put my hand up to try and stop it.
"No! Charlotte! Please! Open the door! Open the door!" I yelled, tears rolling down my cheeks. I pulled the door with all my strength, trying to stop her closing it.
"Who are you?! Keep away from me!" She said, pulling it on the other side.
"Charlotte, it's me!" I said, then I extended my wings, right there in a hall way. Where anyone could've seen me.
Charlotte let go of the door, her mouth in a little o shape. I stood there awkwardly, my wings still out.
"Oh, my God." Charlotte breathed, then tears started pouring out of her eyes, "Oh my God, Emerald!" Then she pulled me into a hug, and I put my head into her shoulder, and then both of us where crying.
Finally, after thirteen years, we were together.
For the Foreseeable Future.
Oh my goodness. I ended it. It's all over. All done. I've finished it. Good grief.
Okay, now that I'm over the shock, I'd like to thank all my reviewers.
Flockgirl, , The Flock's Bud, Jennedy, shadowleaf264, Yreva13, fangsgirl123, Cap't Mo, SGwannabe, AkariZeriChana-newAmerica- and Marios toaster. You guys MADE this story. If you guys hadn't kept up your constant reviews, I wouldn't have the motivation to stick with this story 'till the end. Thank you.
Also, thank you to everyone who favourited and added to story alerts etc. I delete emails form FF so I can't remember all your names. But big thank yous to you as well.
Ending this story…NOW!
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