After the funeral finally ended, Billy asked what we were going to do tomorrow. Arturo and Grubber left me to tell him the sad news. As my short "friend" and Grubber walked away for the last time, I told Billy the truth.

"I'm sorry, Billy. It's over," I said. Billy was downhearted. I tried to explain to him what I meant. The gang's years are over.

"Does it have to end?" asked Billy. I nodded.

"Yes, Big Billy…the years of Gangreen Gang are over…"

That was the night that changed everything. That night was the night of March 19th, exactly three months after we, as the Gangreen Gang, looked for the Key to the World, one of the last big things we did as a gang.

Big Billy walked away and left the dump for good, leaving me all alone to pick up the pieces.

I went back into the shack and started trembling. I couldn't believe that I was right. It really was all over. In despair, I looked around and memories flashed through my eyes. I placed my hands in my pockets only to find Ace's glasses, still in two pieces. After staying in the shack for a very long time, I came out of the shack and looked around. I find some tape. I sat down and took two pieces of tape and repaired the glasses. I decided that despite all that had happened that night, I decided to place the glasses on his grave, in his remembrance. When I placed them on his grave, I noticed a green flower that wasn't there during the funeral. It was wrapped around by a string that held a small piece of paper. The paper read "To: the Gangreen Gang, From: Buttercup". I smiled at the beautiful green flower. One more person cared, and it was the last person in the world who should've cared. It was at that moment that I was actually glad that Buttercup was in our lives.

I finally realized that I was free from it all. I was free from hurt and pain, free from sin, and free from those harmful punches. Freedom is sweet, isn't it?

After the night, I went back to Michelle and told her about everything. Ace's attack, God's call to me, the funeral, and the flower from Buttercup. Michelle then offered to let me stay with her. She had told her parents about talking to me and nothing else. At first, they didn't trust me. I didn't blame them. However, I did stay with them. Shortly after I moved in, Michelle's father immediately decided to home school me. I told him I hadn't been in school since that truant officer, Jack Wednesday, picked me and the other Gangreen gangers up at the arcade that one time, but he decided to home school me anyway. He also taught me how to drive. I was old enough to learn anyway. When I was sixteen, we moved away from Townsville.

We moved to a town several miles away. It was a town that had this big beautiful building. The building looked like a boarding house, but it was guarded by a gate with said "Foster's" on the top. Whatever "Foster's" was, I'm glad I got the chance to take a look at it. This was also the age in which I got my first job. Who would've thought that sacking groceries at the local food mart would offer a good amount of money!

As my relationship with Michelle grew, my life began to change. At 18, I finally moved out of Michelle's house and got my own house only a couple of miles from hers. When I was 20, I began to try to persuade Michelle to see not as a friend, but as a possible love interest. After all, I was so interested in her. When I was 21, I got Michelle's mother and father permission to start dating her. Unfortunately, Michelle still thought of me as a friend, but I never gave up. It wasn't until it was almost my 22nd birthday when I actually got her attention. One night, I left my house, went to Michelle's house (she had moved out of her parents' house when she was 20), woke her up and actually began singing to her. I sang some songs like "Let Love In" and "Slide" by the Goo Goo Dolls, "Reason" by Hoobastank,"Far Away" by Nickelback, I basically sang any song I could think of. I was never much of a singer, but I could tell that she liked it. I also gave her flowers, gave her chocolate, basically anything that girls would like. After trying all that I could, one very breezy day in September, Michelle talked to me about all the things I'd done for her. I knew that she knew how I felt about her, so we started dating that very day: Mission Accomplished! One day, I remember it well; when I was about 23 years old, I officially told her that I loved her with all my heart. Michelle told me the same. We were the happiest people in the world! When we told Michelle's parents, they were pleased, which let me know that they finally trusted me, after all of the things I had done in the past.

After 12 years of hard work, I graduated high school at 27 years old. Instead of going to college, I decided to wait a few years, so that I could have the time to marry my lovely Michelle. I proposed to her in September, the same month in which I began dating Michelle those 4 years ago. While helping my fiancée and future in-laws, a stranger came to my home, claiming that he was my father! At first, I didn't know what to believe! But that was before he showed me my birth certificate! The certificate said the following.

NAME: Sanford Dennis Ingleberry

SEX: Male

COLOR: Green

DATE OF BIRTH: September 24th, 1983

PLACE OF BIRTH: Townsville Medical Center

FATHER'S NAME: Harris Ignatius Ingleberry

MOTHER'S NAME: Germaine Michaela Johnson Ingleberry

BIRTHPLACE: Townsville, USA

HEIGHT: 7''

WEIGHT: 6 lbs. 3 oz.

HAIR: Black

EYE COLOR: Brown

When I saw the document, I started asking my "father" what had happened to him. He told me that when he fell out of love with my mother, he did not want to see her again, but wanted to see me, but my mother wouldn't let him see me, or course this was a little while before my mother had died of her gangrene. I was pretty mad at him, but when I introduced him to Michelle and her family, they quickly warmed up to him, much quicker than I did. After getting to know the father I didn't think I'd never see again, I forgave him, and let him come to the wedding.