This is the last chapter. Yay! The next book will have to wait awhile. As you cna tell, I started some other stories... I'm really bad at shoving to much on my plate at once... :/ But oh well... Enjoy if you can.

-Nichole

Enjoy...

Jenny gapped at Irene and she snapped the book shut. "The book can't end there! What happened?" she yelled.

Irene shrugged and said, "It might continue. I though it is was all in this book. Hm, I might have any other journal. Good thing it's Friday. I'll go home and search for some more journals."

"You better, granny. You can't just stop it here," a different kid cried in the back.

Irene rolled her eyes at the blonde haired boy, "It's fine, all I have to do is just find the other book."

"You better find it," he threatened.

"HEY! Apologize right now! You shall not speak to her like that!"

Irene waved off her daughter, and then her eyes snapped to the woman. She hadn't seen her in so long... She looked so different. Irene flashed the group of relatives a forced smile, then turned to the classed and informed, "By Monday, if I find one, we'll start the second book. If there is, then I will, of course, read it. Leave! Now!" Just as she got done with speaking, the bell rang.

The kids flooded out of the room, but Jenny stayed back. She wanted to talk to Irene, and possibly ask her question.

"Irene," Jenny started, walking toward Irene who hummed to show she was listening. "I was wondering if I-"

Jenny didn't finish because Irene's granddaughter shoved by her. "Move it, creep." The blond muttered. "Mom, I want to leave. This..." her face twisted in disgust, "public, school."

Irene gave the blond a look of pure annoyance, "Funny, I was thinking that your trashy self could escort herself out of the building, or do you need help to walk as well?"

"M-mom! Don't talk to my daughter like that!" Irene's daughter scolded, putting a hand on the blond girl that was tearing up.

"Tell the little bitch to get manners and her head out of her ass." Irene remarked bluntly, and harshly. She loved these people like her own, but they weren't going to come in and trash talk her favorite student.

"Before you guys say anything I went on the internet and found this guy who apparently was holding another book, says he got it when he was working for the press in 85. So I arranged a meeting with him at five today and was wondering if you would like to go..." Jenny trailed off as Irene started to smile.

"Jenny," Irene began, beaming at the smart girl.

"Yeah?" Jenny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I love you," Irene cried, gathering Jenny up in an awkward hug.

"Should I take that as a yes, ma'am?" Jenny asked, chuckling nervously.

"Yes, of course you should. And if it's what I think it might be, I want you to read it first. I already know what it has in there. Well...eh, you'll see."

"Um, mom, we came here for you," the other woman said. She sighed and swayed on her hips. "Dad wants to know when you're coming back."

"Tell him this message, 'Fuck you'," Irene snapped. Jenny gasped and couldn't help the curiosity that rose inside of her.

"Uh, I think we should get going. It's pretty far away, and I have to be home by six. Well, more like before the sun goes down. My mom...well...I have a time limit, lets keep it at that." Jenny broke from the hug and stared at the two females blocking the door. "Excuse me."

"Eh, don't tell me what to do," the daughter of the woman snarled, scowling at Jenny.

Jenny sighed and shot back calmly, "I don't know what planet you come from, barbie, but let's face it; excuse me is no command in any language you speak. Now, are you going to use your brain, or let it rot up there?"

Before a fight of any sort could break out Irene groaned and said, "Veronica, take Amy away from Jenny. You have you answers, not leave us alone. You need to face that I'm not going back to your father, and he knows why. If it's not clear to you why, then ask him yourself. And have him answer your questions. As for now, leave us alone, and go live on your own life with Charles."

Veronica stared at Irene and then patted Amy's head. "Come'on darling."

"Well, why don't you even want to see me grandma?" Amy snapped, being annoyingly sassy.

Jenny scoffed and informed, "Maybe because your attitude is down right revolting to be around."

Veronica stared at Irene. "You're not going to say anything? You're not going to defend your granddaughter?"

Irene shrugged. "I agree with her. She got it almost right on."

Veronica groaned angrily and grabbed Amy's hand. She turned and briskly walked away.

When they were out of sight Jenny turned to Irene and asked, "You gave birth to that?"

Irene shook her head. "She's from an affair - my ex-husband knocked up his assistant while I was away, so..." Irene shrugged distantly. "She'll learn that later today, I guess. She's not my child. But she looks so much like her real mother, it's painful."

Jenny nodded and waved Irene over to the door. "Well, lets go. I don't want to be late..."

Yes this is how I will end it! All questions will be answered in the third and final book. GOODBYE!