Hey everyone. Last chapter! SOOOOOOOOOOOO Sad! I'm crying! I just want to mention, before I start the chapter, that my friend Julia has no taste in Lord of the Flies characters. Seriously, who likes Ralph and Piggy more than Jack and Roger? It's wrongness dude! This chapter, in which Jack gets a happy ending and Ralph's ending isn't quite as happy but is still happy, goes to her. Enjoy!

12 years later:

It's been a long time since the island. I'm twenty eight years old, as are Ralph, Piggy, Roger and most of the other boys. Eric is twenty six and Jack is twenty nine.

I wish I could say that the rest of our lives have been a fairy tale. That absolutely nothing has gone wrong for us . But then I'd be lying. Not that we've had bad lives, we've been pretty happy, but we've got a lot of issues too. ARoger's in a prison for the criminally insane, but he gets parole for good behavior a lot (goody two shoes). Almost all the hunters are in an insane asylum. Piggy, Simon, and Ralph spent about three years there too. Of course, the nut house wasn't completely a bad thing. Ralph met his current girlfriend (and soon to be fiancee, he just finished ring shopping) there. Simon was reunited with his sister, who had, in reality, spent her whole life in said insane asylum. Ralph spent ten years in a wheel chair before getting prosthetic legs two years ago. Jack spent three months in prison because, even though he totally deserved it, beating up Roger couldn't go without being punished. Eric and I are the only biguns that got off scotch free, minus a few years of therapy. And, in my case, six years of trying to gain back the weight I lost on the island (not an easy feat.) Retelling everything that happened to me on the island while testifying agains Roger in court certainly didn't help. But it alll worked out for the best. Roger McCallistor got a life sentence for the murder of Samuel Lancastor and the attempted murder of Arthur Jackson (Piggy), Ralph Madison, Simon Monroe, Eric Lancastor, and Leanna Carson (me.) Then there's poor, brotherless little Eric.

Things weren't so great for him when he got back. His parents did in a car crash while we were on the island. He'd been orphaned and had no relatives to take him in. Poor kid just couldn't catch a break could he? I made my family fly out to England for Sam's funeral, which I wouldn't have missed if you payed me. It was very nicely put together. The choir (what was left of it anyways) volunteered to sing for it and sang "Good Riddance." Not the most proper ceremony ever, but something Sam would've liked and the choir sounded beautiful. My family met Eric and loved him to death. With a lot of begging from Sarah, Ty, and me, my parents decided to adopt him. Yay! And on Eric's part, he adapted very well to his new older sisters (to describe me and Sarah as coddling and protective would be the understatement of the century.)

It was a long time before I saw any of the boys except for Eric again. With Ralph, Simon, and Piggy in an insane asylum in England and Jack living in England and being in prison aside from that, it was hard to keep in contact and make time for visiting. But we managed (ah, the wonders of Facebook.) Jack went to college in the U.S. He started the same year I did because of the previously mentioned jail thing. Unfortunately, we didn't go to the same school or live in the same state even, but we visited each other as often as we could. Our relationship was far from perfect though, and we had more than our fair share of break-ups (most of which went along the lines of "I'm a jack ass and you're a big fucking idiot!" or my personal favorite "Roses are red, violets are blue. We've been dating for a while, now I'm dumping you") but we always got back together sooner or later.

We've all graduated from college now and have jobs. Eric's a very successful photographer, Piggy's an astronomer, Simon is a famous illustrator, and Ralph became an air force pilot. Jack, inspired by Doctor Robinson, went to medical school to become a doctor and a surgeon for the Navy. I became an author. I've written mostly children's stories, for which Simon drew the pictures, a book called "Neverland" about a mentally disabled schizophrenic who unknowingly falls in love with her brother's murderer, and many others. But of all the books I've written, the most successful, and the most painful to write, was a nonfiction book, kind of like an autobiography, the very story you are reading right now, which I wrote with the help of my husband, one of my best friends, and a doctor I've become good friends with. (Roger's point of view was guess work.)

I'm not the little girl I used to be. I'm a grown woman with a job and a family. Yes, you read that right, a family. My name is Leah Merridew now. I haven't been a Carson in a long time. Jack and I got married 6 years ago right out of college, when I was twenty two and he was twenty three. We have three beautiful children who I love more than life itself: the five year old twins Samuel (Sam) and Kathleen (Kate) and two year old Amber. Little Sam, who we named for my adopted brother's brother, is the spitting image of his father, and Amber couldn't look more like me. Katie is a combination of the two of us with her father's fiery red hair and my emerald green eyes. They all have their father's hot temper and the twins have his heavenly singing voice. We don't know yet about Amber's voice, but the temper is certainly there, worse than in her older siblings, and she already has my habit of yelling at absolutely nothing when she has no one to unleash her fury on.

Our lives are nowhere near perfect, but no one's lives are. We argue quite a bit, our kids started talking back ten years early and, I admit, my dear brother Eric and my beloved husband Jack have gone to jail on numerous occasions for beating Roger shitless every single time he gets out on parole. But we're perfectly happy with the way our lives our headed. It may not be the stuff of fantasies or fairy tales, but we love our family, our friends, and our lifestyle. If we could go back and change it all, never gotten on that plane, never crashed on that god-forsaken island, we wouldn't have done things any other way.

Wow. That was the fourth shortest chapter in this whole story! I'm sooooooooo sad! Me is crying right now. I'm not ready for this story to be over yet! I mean sure, I'm gonna write a one shot about Jack and Leah, and possibly a sequel if I get the inspiration for it, but it won't be the same! Thanks to everyone who has read this story, favorited it, added it to their alerts list, and/or reviewed it! You guys are so amazingly incredibly awesome! Also, big ginormous thank you to my awesome beta LiveLoveWrite-93! She rocks! Thanks to all you wonderful fanfiction peoples, you rock my fuzzy green socks off! Oh, and I've got another LOTF fanfic on the way, so watch out for that. I mentioned it in this actually, a teensy bit of a sneak peek kind of, it's gonna be called "Neverland" and one of the boys little sisters, by the name of Lizzie, will be a main character, along with my two absolute favorites, Jack and Roger! So yea, check it out when you have the chance, it should be posted soon! Thanks, luv you all, toodaloo!