A/N Hey, all of you wonderful reviewers in Fan Fiction land! Sorry for the lack of updates but my friend AND aunt reviewed…and I kinda got sent into shock (Shout out to 'Aunt Aivlys' and the girl who calls me 'Lil Alex'… take that 'Lil Lizeth'!)

So, only a few more chapters! I want this story to go forever and ever and ever and ever and ever…but it must end… Anyway for better news… I started a new story! Sure I haven't upated it in…..two weeks…but yeah!

Shout-outs:

radicallguest~ I am now mad at you. I was drinking orange juice when I read your review and I snorted and juice landed on my homework. But you are forgiven with your hilarity. Ahh, I love your *business face* *hysterical laughter* Yeah, doesn't work out for me :D

Dursleyowl3~ Since Aivlys is based off my godmother in real life (She came up with name and all) she did that exact thing with s'mores. So I decided to do that with Doritos. Never. Ever. EVER TAKE MY DORITOS. Or suffer.

Operative CG16~ I wrote it dearest, twin! You however, have not written the next chapter! Shame on you! *insert business face here*

Zach- Goode's- Girl. xxx~ No problem! And I present you…the iCookie…the invention that shall turn the world around! Sort of *Apple Company Face*

Irish horse lover~ Thank you! And frankly I have no idea either…I'm just in 7th grade…O.O But sophomore year is 15/16, junior is 16/17 and senior is 17/18!

Aivlys (guest aka my godmother)~ I swear, I will give you the first copy….with a few conditions *evil laughter* Also, next time I go over to your house, I'm raiding your refrigerator. For payback. And tell the little troublemaker (you know who she is, right? Not me) hi for me :D

Mslzaguirre~ All shall be revealed *mystical voice* MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Gosh, I'm way too overpowered…And I spend too much playing with enchanted swords on Minecraft! O.O

Zachandhale~ Thank you, thank you *bow* And its in August. The actual date is on my profile…..heehee, I love secrecy…

XxCandyygirlxX~ Lol, that was me when I got OSOT back at the beginning of sixth grade. It took me ages to actually READ it because I had sooo much homework. And, yay, people actually like my title! Aunt Aivlys appreciates the love…and the Doritos *glares at aunt*

fangirl4eva~ Yup, personally I love Bex. She teaches people not to mess with people she cares about. She's awesome. And Aunt Aivlys is technically (again) based off my real godmother, and while she may be awesome (something I inherited from her :D), she is really nice at times…and very supportive. I think. I feel so young O.O.

zammie848792~ Thank you! And I'll count up the votes next chapter!

Marti228 (Guest)~ First, OMG ARGENTINA! THAT IS SO COOL! I've always wanted to go to Argentina. Only other country Ive ever been to besides the US is Mexico :P And I could kind of work with that…but I kinda want to end the first story like at a party and leave people wondering what'll happen next…but believe it or not, I was planning to use one of your ideas even before you suggested it….Hmmm…*mysterious voice*

Nikki and Belle~ Ehh, trust me I've thought of doing that before…but Aunt Aivlys is pretty awesome in real life and I wouldn't do that…she'd probably kill me :P I don't doubt it.

RoseSilver99~ Ehh, don't worry, I love reading (an writing) rants/rambles…and I'm in a similar situation, except the idiot that likes me is a stalker and he's just plain jerky and I have to hide behind my friend whenever I see him because he's literally A STALKER! (Btw, LIL LIZETH WHY DID YOU GIVE GRIS PB & J EVEN IF SHE DIDN'T GIVE YOU PIZZA!)

Guest~ Ehh….Im not very good at making long chapters. I don't have much patience. As Lil Lizeth has learned *glares*

Blahblah (Guest)~ Aww, that must suck….I got a bad grade but since I technically paid for UWS with my money, I was allowed to keep it…and I would give you one…but there are people out there who haven't read it…otherwise I would…Cammie lived in Illinois, up until a few months, then she moved to Roseville, and everyone in the gang already lived there. And yep, I'm Chicago born & raised (Which isn't as cool as it sounds, to be honest), and its kind of easier to write about places I've actually BEEN to! I'll try….and here's you iCookie :D

Guest~ Lol. Hey, hey, hey!

Nicole9812~ *enters in heroic stance* Wait no longer, good citizen! Okay, cut, that was terrible. Anyways, here it is!

Blacksmithofgold (guest)~ YAY! Thank you *bow* and I don't want to kill you *hands reviving potion taken from Minecraft* You have been revived!

Gosh, that was long O.O Took me at least half an hour.

Also, after much, much debate with myself, this is the final chapter.

Final. Chapter. First time I ever finish a story completely and fully, and I feel proud of having done this, and I feel this is a good time to end it. Whatever cliffhangers there are for this story will be resolved in the sequel.

Thanks so much for supporting me through everyone, all my wonderful reviewers, favoriters, and followers. I love you all, and thanks so much for the rollercoaster ride that has been of the past three months.

~Alex

Cammie POV

It is late May, now, as I remember this. It was just a month when my Aunt Aivlys found out what I was doing to myself.

And how it affected others.

*flashback*

"Cammie, don't you realize what you're doing?"

"I'm putting and end to my emotional pain with physical pain."

"No," Aivlys shook her head, blond hair falling free, so beautiful. "You're not putting and end to your emotional pain. You're giving that pain more to feed on."

"What else am I supposed to do? Who do I go to?"

"Us. Everyone who cares about you. Me. Abby. Your mother. Bex. Liz. Macey. Josie. All of us. We'll keep you safe. That's why we're here. Understand that?"

"Yes."

"Good. I hope you remember that."

"I will, Aunt Aivlys. I will. I promise."

"I'm holding you to that."

*flashback over*

"So, Cameron, dear, have you dated in the past?" asked the psychologist in front of me. Yes, psychologist. Apparently, what I was doing was so serious I had to go to a psychologist.

"Um….not really," I said slowly. It was hard adjusting to this. I didn't want to tell a random stranger my secrets. That's why I had my friends. But it was what I had to get used to, at least until I learned to cope with my pain, which was actually working out pretty well.

Mace had taken me shopping, but I chose the stores, and overall we have an awesome time. Liz got to test out an ice cream maker in clinical trial, and we made all of my favorite ice creams. Bex won a bet with a jock and he gave her like a three hundred candy bars, and she shared a bunch with me till I felt sick.

Aunt Aivlys (dad's sister) had told Aunt Abby and Mom what happened, so now I had to go to therapy until I showed improvement. Which I was.

"How do you feel about the end of your sophomore year coming up?" she asked me, and I paused to think.

It was late May. The sky was a beautiful blue, broken only by puffy, white clouds, and the grass was green outside the clinic. The seniors would be graduating soon, final tests would be taken, and prom was coming up.

Prom.

I never really went to dances and proms and stuff back in Chicago, but I had changed. I wasn't that innocent girl who didn't stand up for herself back in January.

I wasn't the girl who let people push her around anymore.

I was stronger.

I had proven, to everyone, and especially myself, that I was someone who could always put one foot in front of the other in the worst situations, even if it wasn't the best way.

I was smarter.

I'd never let anyone get the best of me ever again. The only opinions I care about are of those who love me. Really, truly care about me. Bex. Liz. Macey. Josie. Aivlys. Abby. Mom.

I was wiser.

I didn't know who I really was, but I had an idea. I was a fighter. A loyal person. A stronger, smarter, wiser, better person.

I was better.

All these thoughts flashed through my mind as I told the woman, "I feel that it will bring an end to a year where I learned a lot."

The doctor smiled at me, guessing what I was thinking. She let me go, and I met with my friends outside, and, together, we linked arms, and walked off together.

Knowing there were still good days to come.

A/N It's over. It. Is. Over. I cried while writing this, even though it's really shot, but I just wanted things to end on a firm note. But there's the sequel. Remember that. I'm working on it, and I made HUGE edits from the sneak peek I gave out so long ago.

I love you guys, no matter what. You guys are the reason I keep going, and writing, and wishing that someday I can actually be an author, no matter how crazy some people tell me that dream is.

Again, I love you all, and thanks so much for sticking with me all this time. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I had writing it.

~Alex