Last chapter! I'm soooo sorry it took so long!

disclaimer: gmw belongs to disney!

Two years later…

"It is my honor to introduce to you- the John Quincy Adams High School class of 2019!"

Maya sat in her assigned seat on the stage of the school's auditorium, with her diploma in her lap. Applause filled the air as Mr. Matthews stepped aside from the podium so their valedictorian- none other than Farkle- could speak.

"Hello, past, current, and future JQA graduates and their loved ones!" Farkle spoke into the microphone. "Welcome to 2019 Graduation! I feel honored to have been named valedictorian. In the four years I've spent at this high school, I've earned more As than any other student in my class- not trying to brag too much. I don't want to cause a war between my father and Mrs. Matthews again."

Several people in the audience laughed.

"Chuckle all you want, beautiful people. I never thought I would say what I am about to say: grades don't define you. You can take pride in your grades and you should always try to do the very best that you can, but your academic achievement doesn't say anything about who you are as a person."

He's got that right, Maya thought. She had managed to pull her grades up to a 3.0, which was one of her highest accomplishments so far.

"In the end, the letter grade isn't really what matters. What matters is how much effort you put into it. If you get a C, but you tried your best, then you've still been successful. It's important to always keep trying, because the willpower you have sets forth the bridge to your future."

"Okay, now that was just cheesy," Maya whispered to Riley, who elbowed her.

"Some of us will go to college. Some of us will start working. A few years from now, some of us will be teachers, or businessmen or lawyers. Some of us will have families and some of us may still be in school ten years from now. No career is superior or inferior to the other. If you're doing what you want to do and you're using your full potential, then your job is just as important as the others. And now is the time to ask yourself if you're ready and what you want to do."

As Farkle stepped away from the microphone, the audience clapped as the 248 graduates stood up.

This was it. Maya was done with high school. She had thought it would never end and now she wasn't sure how she felt about it. Having a child halfway through high school had made things difficult, but at the same time having Alana had influenced Maya to grow up and take more responsibility. She wanted to make something out of herself.

For Alana.

That evening, Maya was exhausted after spending the day having lunch with her friends, followed by a celebration with Farkle's family.

Alana was hyper and restless after eating a big slice of cake. The almost-two year old squirmed as soon as they walked into their apartment. Maya set her down and sat on the couch with Farkle as Alana played with her blocks.

"I can't believe we're done," she thought out loud. "I always wanted school to be over, but now I don't know what to do."

"I think it's exciting. We get to decide what we want to do for the rest of our lives until we get old and retire."

"That isn't intimidating at all." Maya rummaged through the stack of mail on the coffee table until she found an envelope from NYU with her name on it. Her eyes widened. Farkle had been accepted into NYU's business department months ago, but she had applied late and was nervous about her application.

"You gonna open it?"

"Yeah." Maya tore open the envelope with much less grace than Farkle had opened his the day his arrived. She read the introduction out loud and her eyes widened. "I got into the art department!"

"Really? Maya, that's awesome!" Farkle hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek.

Alana overheard and although she had no idea what they were talking about, she stood up and waved her arms with enthusiasm. "Awsum!" she echoed, toddling toward her parents.

"This is gonna work out. We live close enough to NYU to walk, so we don't need a dorm."

"I knew you'd get in," he told Maya proudly.

"Up, Dada!" Alana demanded impatiently, tugging on the leg of Farkle's jeans.

"These are expensive jeans!" He picked her up before she could tear them.

Maya ruffled Alana's white blonde hair. "Mommy and Daddy are going to college, little turd."

"Me?"

Farkle shook his head. "They don't accept babies. But you're probably smart enough to go!"

Alana lost interest in the conversation and tried to stick her toe in her mouth. Farkle set her back down and she toddled off to find her toys.

"And now, for the grand finale of today!" Farkle announced as he stood up.

"What?"

He spun around dramatically, coming to a stop on one knee and whipping a small velvet box out of his pocket. "Maya Penelope Hart, lady I've chased for twelve years, will you marry me?" he opened the box to reveal a gold ring with a diamond on it.

Maya stared at the ring with admiration and slid it on her finger. "Yes." They had planned to get married after high school, and she hadn't expected it to be less than six hours after graduation, but she was happy.

"That was easier than I thought!" Farkle exclaimed. They kissed and he sat back down, letting Maya rest her head on his shoulder.

Everything had worked out better than Maya thought. She had finished high school and was going to college, Alana was healthy, she and Farkle were getting married.

What was next?

this story has been so much fun! i'll miss it! but i may do a sequel! right now I'm working on a Joshaya fic! (my second favorite ship lol) THANKS SO MUCH EVERYONE!