Christin Solomon

Chapter 40-Goodbye, Farewell, Good Riddance

A/N: Yes, the day has come, Christin Solomon is done, and here my loyal readers and reviewers, is the last chapter to end it all.

Christin's POV

I sat in the front row with my father, brother, and James. The senior class of Gallagher Academy stood up there, but my Blackthorne boys stood up there too, since they had chosen to graduate here since they had spent their senior year here anyway. Everyone was glowing, except Zach, who was smirking, but even his eyes had a little bit of extra shine. Grant's eyes were constantly roaming the crowd, waiting, hoping for her to appear. But there was no sign of his big sister. I had texted, called, and e-mailed her ten times each; none came back with a reply. How could she miss her brother's graduation? They weren't dressed in cheesy plastic robe/dress, whatever things. They wore sweaters with nice dress pants for the guys or dress skirts for the girls, with their school emblem over their heart.

Dad nudged me so I looked up at him. He smiled and gestured to the three boys I had trained intensively for the last seven years and I understand his meaning. Now was the time to really prove that I had taught them well, here was the test of a life time, the test of survival. For some odd reason, I wanted to cry in pure relief that I had gotten them this far. Chris chuckled because even though I had my observant mask on, he read my face like a book. He wrapped a protective arm around my shoulders and I slouched a little into his side.

"Hey sis,"

"Hi bro, nice seeing you here today,"

"Ha ha sis,"

"I know, I belong on Comedy Central,"

"Guess what?"

"You have cancer?"

"Not funny,"

"Then hurry up and tell me,"

"You're so frickin mean,"

"You should know, our mother carried us in the same stomach for nine months, I probably kicked you more times than you can count,"

"Ha, no wonder I was all bruised . . ."

"Cough up whatever you were trying to say Chris,"

"I decided to become a CIA doctor," I shot up in response to his news before I was throwing my arms awkwardly around his neck from the side in a bone crushing hug.

"I'm so happy for you Chris! We're going to be the best spy team ever!" I felt like a little four year old again, before we had been separated for fifteen years. He laughed and hugged me back.

"I thought we already were,"

"Of course but this just puts the cherry on top," We laughed and mom peeked at us from around dad.

"What are you two so excited about?" She asked warily. Usually we were the trouble makers of the family, there was reason to worry when we were hugging and laughing in simultaneously. My dad shot me a look so we separated.

"It's noting we will have to worry about, right Christin Solomon?" My dad tried to be serious and stern with me, which left me nearly rolling on the floor laughing. Chris found it just as amusing as I did. James was giving us a peculiar look.

"It's not polite to stare," I playfully scowled my boyfriend. He shook his head and didn't say anything and turned his gaze forward again.

"Mm hm," Somebody coughed into the microphone, I looked up to see Headmistress Morgan giving me and Chris a pointed look. Mom looked around dad and glared, I shot her back a look that said, I'm a legal adult, you can't ground me. She put on her next level glare and then sat back up more appropriately. I snickered and so did Chris. I examined my little brothers. Jonas had just received is diploma and was grinning like Mr. Sunshine. Next was Zach, he kept glancing back at Cammie and winking at her, but somehow holding a smirk at the same time. Grant's eyes were half heartedly skimming the people when all of a sudden they lit up. I twisted and spotted his black haired, golden eyed sister slip through the doors, close it without a sound, and pick her way to the front row where her seat was reserved. She blinked apologetically to Grant while I made James scoot over so Rosie could sit beside me.

"Where were you?" I demanded in a whisper.

"On a jet, getting here as fast as I could," She snapped and gave me a look that said, Back Off, I'm here.

"Where's Johnny?" I asked.

"On a mission," She responded with a light shrug. I gave her another look then smiled as Zach received his diploma. He smirked at me but I knew he was happy and proud.

"Why couldn't he make it? Grant is your brother after all," I whispered. She turned to me, and looked me straight in the eye.

"How many times did your dad miss your birthday?" She asked and that was the end of our conversation. Grant finally came up and Rosie stood up and whooped like the competitive, proud big sister that she is. He laughed and mouthed a, thanks sis. She grinned and sat back down, glowing with loving pride for her little brother. They went through the rest of the class. We stood up with dignity but Rosie couldn't help it and broke out in an all out run to hug Grant. He laughed and lifted her a few inches off the ground.

"Grant Shawn Newman, you are going to make me spill tears of joy," She snapped teasingly and he laughed his booming bass laugh.

"I'm glad you're proud of me Rose," He told her and finally put her down to tuck her into his side. My mom and Mrs. Morgan snapped a picture of the two before they could make some stupid faces to stop them. I stepped forward and hugged him. Then proceeded to hug the rest of my boys, and went back to stand in front of Jonas after Zach, "Goodbye," I told him and then went to Grant, "Farewell," and finally stepped in front of Zach, "Good Riddance."