OK, this is the last chapter. I hope you like it. Thanks for reviewing, Sideshow Cellophane 26.

Dad got a letter that afternoon, from the power plant back in Springfield. "They want me back!" he exclaimed.

"What the-" I said.

"They couldn't find another safety inspector as good as me!" he cried.

"Not that that's saying much." I muttered under my breath. Dad, luckily, wasn't listening.

He called up the stairs. "Hey, kids! We're going back to Springfield! Good thing we couldn't sell the house."

I knew that we didn't have as much money as we did in Springfield with Dad's new job and that he and Mom hadn't found our life here as enjoyable as it was back in Springfield, but I couldn't believe that we could up and move back, just like that.

I sighed. 'But we've only been here for a few months! I made friends here!" I missed Springfield, sure, but I'd only just gotten back on the best of terms with Curly, and I'd miss the sixth-grade girls I made friends with. But really, the one thing I would miss most...well, I wanted my next-door neighbour to take the plunge and confess to Arnold.

Bart didn't seem too bothered about leaving. He had friends in Springfield, and in Hillwood. But Lisa was sad. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed. I understood, though. Hillwood was somewhere where she'd made friends at last. There was no Lila or Phoebe at home.

"Cheer up, little sis." I said. "Just because you're going home doesn't mean you have to stop dressing the way you did after Rhonda made you go shopping." I pulled at the blue sweater she was wearing. "One good thing about her is that she does seem to know what looks good. I doubt most of your old class will recognize you, least of all the retard." I was referring to Ralph.

"When are we leaving?" I asked.

"In two weeks." Mom answered.

That was it. I had to do something to mark my time here. Much as I hated to admit it, I had grown close to the people, and so I had two weeks to do a painting for them. At least, there was one down – the one I'd given to Helga of her writing poetry. I decided to finish the one I'd been painting of Curly in ten years for him, and I'd also finish the one of Phoebe and Lisa. Then I could give it to Lisa to give to Phoebe.

I decided to do a portrait of each of my sixth-grade friends, and I also did pictures for Lisa's other friends – one of Rhonda, deciding to paint her wearing a mink coat just to annoy her, one of Nadine with a butterfly net, and one of Lila and Lisa talking in Lisa's room.

I didn't want to leave Arnold out, either – he had advised me on Curly during those two weeks and I liked him, so I did a painting of him, too. The outlines of him was really miniscule writing in ink that read Helga 4 Arnold over and over, so that it might work as a subliminal message, but it still wouldn't incriminate me in the eyes of my lovestruck neighbour.

The two weeks flew by. We were leaving on the Saturday, and the last Friday came. I said goodbye to my older friends, and gave each of them the paintings I'd done. I hadn't really become as close to them as I had with the fourth-grade kids, surprisingly. They were coming over Saturday morning to say goodbye. However, I did go over to Helga's that night. I wanted to ask her something.

Her dad answered the door.

"Hey." I smiled. "Is Helga home? I need to ask her something."

Her dad yelled up the stairs for her, getting her name wrong as usual, and I heard the predictable "It's Helga, Dad!"

"Hey, Hells." I greeted the blonde. "So, we're leaving tomorrow. I just wanted to ask, can I keep that one pink book of yours I have? You know, just to remind me of you? I did give you that painting. Besides, it's really good poetry. Besides that, it's one more book that your parents won't find if they decide to clear out your room."

Helga scowled. "Fine. Anything else?"

I nodded, smiling. "Yeah. Did you hear about Rhonda's marriage predictor with you and 'ice cream'? Oh, and by the way, I have reason to believe that it wasn't flawed – Rhonda just refused to face her result. Just wanted to wish you luck on that." I handed her a slip of paper. "Here's my email address. Let me know when you two start dating – trust me, you will. Bye!"

Then it finally became the last morning. Pretty much all of Lisa's class turned up to say goodbye. Most all the girls gave her a group hug – even Helga joined in, while the boys each said goodbye, although most weren't the hugging types. They all exchanged goodbyes with the rest of us, too. Lila and Phoebe even gave Lisa their email addresses – well, Lila didn't have a computer, so Lisa would have to write her via snail mail, but whatever.

I gave each of the students the paintings I'd done (leaving it to Lisa to give them to the girls). Rhonda didn't seem to catch the implications of the painting and seemed pleased. I spared her the explanation for once. I gave Arnold his one myself.

My last goodbye was to Curly. We'd already exchanged email addresses. I gave him a quick hug. "Keep in contact, kid." I told him. "Keep the crazy schemes going – oh, and let me know when you've managed to kidnap the princess."

Curly laughed. "Let me know what it's like at your home, Steph. Don't forget me."

I laughed at him. "Who could forget you, psycho? Here." I gave him his picture. "If you grow up like this, there's no way Rhonda can keep her eyes off you for a whole ten years."

Yes, my view of Curly as a teenager was a pretty good-looking guy. He gave me another hug when he saw it.

Then it was time to go. I waved to the kids of Hillwood, climbed into the car...and we were on our way home.

This is Stephanie Simpson, and I'm signing out.

So that's the end of Stephanie's third story. I'm thinking of writing a sequel when the kids go on a school trip to Springfield or something of the kind, but it would be from Lisa's point of view. What do you think? Please REVIEW!