Rebecca CH 19

Au Note: MusicManiac, are you me too? Are you in my room right now? No seriously, I'm a blonde. You can't pull these tricks on me, are you all one person? That would make so much sense. Except, you know, y'all put up reviews about the same chapter. Do you have one of those personality disorders where you can't decide what person you are? If so, that's so cool.

Anyways, I have been getting a lot more reviews where you all tell me something about yourselves. That's awesome, I love them, keep 'em coming, nut remember they go up on the website so make sure they're appropriate. . If you don't want them up on the website, private message me, we can have a long chat about like and Maxon. I guess you all feel more comfortable around me as I start to tell you stuff about me.

In the spirit of that, although it's a little late. I'll tell you some things about me:

-I live with two of my sisters (the other one is in college), my parents, turtles (two, JJ and Speedy), and my very spoiled dog (Rudy).

-I go to a Christian school.

-I'm fifteen. I'll be sixteen in March.

-I live in Louisville, KY (Which is currently covered in snow).

-I play the violin and am going to learn cello and piano.

-I actually like going to church and am very involved there.

-My room is currently a mess.

-For my sixteenth birthday I really want a truck, but I'm getting my mom's Volvo. Which I'm actually not upset about because it has a rockin' bass.

-I have a really big extended family.

-I'm a dog person.

-I'm getting a book published (you heard right, an actual book).

-I really want to be a foster mom.

-At the moment, I'm single. And by at the moment I mean never had a boyfriend in my life, and am not really interested in having one until a graduate college.

-I'm boring you right now, so I'm going to stop.

Anyway, that about sums me up right there. Your turn! Review or Private MS me ;)

Without further ado, Rebecca Ch 19, The Epilogue.

I watched the couple walk around the downtown area of Angeles right outside the palace. They were talking to some of the kids who were playing in one of the parks. The women's stomach was round with their second child. Although this couple went through Hell and back they seemed…okay. Happy, content even, as their little girl ran around, a small ball clutched in her tiny hand. Unlike most royal families the daughters weren't cared for by a nanny, but by the queen's family and the queen herself.

They were a wonder to behold, although not everyone thought so. After the Report fear spread through the kingdom. What if Lady America cheated on Prince Maxon again? They had pleaded with him to pick Elise instead.

Eventually, he had to let America go.

I remember watching the coverage from back home. My big brother and two younger brothers surrounding me as I cried. I had done that. I had caused the riots that led to most of the Elites' deaths. I had watched all of them. I watched as the three slumped over bodies had climbed to the stage. I had watched the queen give a reluctant nod. I watched as all three bodies hung from the nooses.

After that, any kind of torture or death penalty was outlawed. Leaving only life sentences to prison.

I watched as the wedding of Elise and Maxon. Watched their child grow in the still depressed mother. There were times when they seemed truly happy, and others where they couldn't stand next to each other.

Compared to them, I had it good. The Report that had taken so many lives had made me very popular. Everyone wanted me as an investigative journalist. Sam moved back to my home town and got a job with a TV company as a camera technician. I took up just a simple job running the paper there. We got married, and by the time Elise and Maxon were announcing their pregnancy so was I. I was twenty.

Everyone said four months was too short of a time to know if you loved someone. Those people were Twos, since we lived as Twos then. I quickly told them that if they were in the lower castes, it didn't matter if you didn't know them and they asked for your hand you accepted, and I also told that Elise and Prince Maxon only knew each other for four months. That shut them up. They didn't see how depressed Elise and Macon were.

I guess America was right some people got their fairytales and others didn't. You just got to take it when it's given to you and live in it until it ends.