*checks date* I just get worse and worse. I also don't have any other explanation other than I just kept putting it off. I didn't know how to write the epilogue, what was going to happen, how to make it a good ending, I just didn't freaking know. But I just finished it, and I'm actually pretty pleased. Feel free to stay mad at me, but I hope this ending is somewhat satisfying.

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Beatrice Den – Yes, and epilogue! It's time for it to end, unfortunately. :( Aww, that really warms my heart! I know some pretty good ones that I think could beat it, but it makes me feel nice and warm inside that someone thinks that. X3 You don't have to go back and review (but I'm not arguing o.o), it's okay that you didn't. :) I'm really glad I triggered some Kladora feels for you! Thanks again for your review! :)

ChocolateWriter – Yay! I'm really glad that you liked it! :D Okay, if I met someone named Kladora, I'd probably hug the parents and become best friends with that family.

numbah435spiritsong – Yeah, this whole update thing never happens with me! xD I'm so happy that you liked it! I really wanted to make it kind of awkward because I just don't buy perfect and sweet romance at that age. I hope it doesn't look like I tried to do that too. O_O Anyways, thanks again! I really appreciate your kind review! :)

Ainigma Smudge – I totally love the long reviews, not even joking. YOU WENT TO FRANCE WHAT sorry but I'm really jealous. IF THAT'S TH SONG OF YOUR PEOPLE THAN WE ARE EACH OTHER'S PEOPLE THIS IS OUR LIFE. Aww, I'm so happy that I made the mother likable to at least one person! I love her too honestly, but since she's the spitting image of my own, I think I'd have problem if I didn't. O.o Okay, I'm totally loving your reaction to everything. I think that whenever I have a bad day, I'm just going to go back and read this because I love it and it makes me feel so accomplished that I was able to trigger feelings X3. About Isadora just now finding out that she could have used Klaus to get to Haley's phone, I LITERALLY NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT OR ELSE I MIGHT HAVE USED THAT IDEA WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. I feel so accomplished with how successful the dance/kiss scene was! I observed scenes like that on Youtube over and over and over…O_o To answer your question if I'll be starting a new story, the answer is yes, but it won't be in the ASOUE archive. I think I've written a good bit of it already. I'm looking at the PJO and Doctor Who archives now. :) It warms my heart that I have your support! Thank you for staying for as long as you have and for every kind comment you have made about my story! I will never not be grateful for them! :)

MilahRhodes27 – Thank you, thank you, thank you! Reviews like this just make my day. I think this story is too amateur to be published, but thanks anyway, I'm so flattered. X3 I feel like I don't deserve nice words like these, but I'm so grateful for them! Thanks again! :)

Nuttierthansquirelpoop – THAT SOUNDS PRETTY PAINFUL. You screamed? *screams* Does that mean that I conjured feels?! :D Don't cry, I should be crying over your review (and the fact that this is the end)! I have said this over and over, but I really couldn't be more grateful for such wonderful reviews such as this one! I wish thank you could express how thankful that I actually am! I almost feel like an era has ended too, I've been working on this story for almost three years…it's crazy. Yes, I will be writing more stories soon! And, no, you are the wonderful person! :)

dark-paradise14 - *joins dance party* "So many emotions." Really? :333 Thank you so much, I how else to say that I'm so pleased that you liked my story as much as you did other than like that! Thank you so much, and I'll definitely need that luck for school! :)

DoomgirlForever – HALEY HATE DOCUMENT OMG. XDD That literally killed me! I honestly would have probably added to it until I decided that I didn't want Haley to be bad anymore. O.o Thank you for reviewing all of the chapters! I enjoyed reading all of them! Yes, the story is over now. I'm sorry. :( I feel like it's just that time, but I won't stop being thankful for your nice reviews! Thank you! :)

If I haven't thanked someone, I probably lost you, so you should review so that I can thank you properly. X) I also want to thank Your Fellow Thespian for pming me about updating my story. I probably would have put it off more if they didn't. O.o

So here you go guys! The very last chapter of The Isadora Diaries! I like chapter 60 better, but I still hope that you all like this one as well. :)

The Isadora Diaries:

Epilogue: Signing Off

Saturday, May 5th

I tapped my foot impatiently on the maroon carpet. My thumbs tapped the top of my laptop as I watched Mr. Snicket scribble more notes on his notepad.

"And how would you compare yourself now to the person you were at the beginning of the school year?" Mr. Snicket asked, looking up at me from behind his wire-rimmed glasses.

I was silent for a moment as I thought about the question. How would I compare myself?

"Um, I'd probably say that I was an immature back then."

Mr. Snicket raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, so maybe that's not true because I'm still a little immature," I confessed. "But I do feel like I've grown some."

"Really?" he asked. "How tall are you now?"

I rolled my eyes. "That's not what I meant."

Mr. Snicket laughed at his lame (but kind of funny) joke. "Okay, Isadora. Why do you say you've grown?"

"Well," I began, "the whole thing with Haley comes to mind."

Mr. Snicket nodded. Unfortunately, the recent events between Haley and me were now known well among my parents and her friends. Last week, I was having a late night as I sat on my bed, and I was scrolling through all my old entries because I was bored. My mom came into my room to tell me to go to bed, but she stopped when she saw the messy state my room was in. She picked up some trash and told me to go throw it away, very loudly might I add. I left the room for two seconds to throw it away, and when I got back, I was in way more trouble than I had been before.

It just so happened that the entry I had been scrolling through when my mom walked in was the one where I talked about Haley trying to blackmail me.

*face palm*

Kill me. Kill me. Please, someone, help. Just kill me.

I was annoyed that my mother had read my private diary entry without my consent! I tried to complain about that, but no! She wasn't having it! She was way more concerned about how Haley was blackmailing me and I didn't go straight to her so she could fix the problem.

I guess it would have been nice to hear when I was stressed out by that problem, even if she would be yelling at me then too, but it wasn't a problem anymore, so I just felt really guilty about keeping it from my mom.

I still am kind of guilty.

I'm still annoyed too, but she's not having any of it.

After that, my mom proceeded to tell everyone she knew, telling Haley's mom first.

I'm jumping out of the window. Don't try to save me. I'm just going to die now.

The next day, Haley's mom brought her to my house so that she could personally apologize. It was quite possibly the most awkward experience that either of us had ever experienced. We already had one the next time we saw each other after the dance, but that was quickly fixed with a comment on my shirt that advertised a Disney movie we both liked.

This awkward moment was a bit harder to fix especially since our mothers made us hug it out. Haley's mom also made her give me cookies but I was pretty all right with that. While Haley's mom apologized to mine, Haley and I snuck downstairs to the TV room where we watched a corny Disney Channel movie and ate all the cookies.

Our mothers looked pretty surprised when they found us crying together over the corny ending of the movie an hour later, but they did seem pretty pleased that we were getting along.

To be honest, I'm still cautious around Haley, but can you blame me? However, I've tried to put it behind me. As I got to talking with Haley, I've found out that she's pretty okay. She's still girly beyond all reason, and she still has an awful habit of gossiping, another reason I'm still a bit cautious, but some things never change. Haley and Kaley's attitude toward me and my friends have changed from bratty to I still think you're weird, but I guess you're okay, which is a pretty big step in my eyes.

"Because Haley was always mean to me, I would get upset and bash her," I explained. "She did act like a brat, but I wasn't much better than her."

Mr. Snicket nodded and took some more notes. "Uh-huh. Go on."

"I wish I'd known that Haley was insecure before," I said, "but I guess it's okay now. At least now I know not to judge someone so quickly. Not even someone who acts like a bully, even though that's pretty hard."

"Anything else?" Mr. Snicket asked.

"Um…" I thought about my brothers and how they're pretty a recipe for disaster. "I learned not to let my brothers do anything remotely fun because they set everything on fire."

Mr. Snicket laughed. "My favorite one is the one on New Year's!"

"My roof caught on fire! I got in trouble for that!" I complained.

He shrugged. "It was still funny!"

I crossed my arms. "My house could have burned down."

"But it didn't."

I cracked a smile. "You have no shame."

He smiled too. "Enough about me. Tell me more about your brothers. Do you feel you three are closer after another year of playing Arsonist?"

"Mr. Snicket!"

"Sorry, I had to!" he laughed. "Now answer the question."

"Well," I said, "yes and no. We were always really close until the beginning of the school year when Quigley started acting like a jerk."

"How did you feel about that?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Pretty annoyed, honestly."

"Is that all?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I felt…abandoned sort of. I still had Duncan of course, but Quigley is my brother too, and I didn't understand why he was being mean to me."

Mr. Snicket nodded and motioned for me to go on.

"I think we were sort of reunited when those thieves tried to rob our house. Quigley started going back to normal after that."

"All right," Mr. Snicket said. "And how do you feel now? Would you say your diary has helped you?"

I looked down at my laptop. It was an inanimate object, yet I always ran to it when I came across some sort of conflict in my life. I typed everything down, and even though it never solved any of my problems I did feel some sort of relief by getting everything out.

"I think it has," I answered. "I feel less tense. Before I started it I would just keep most of my feelings inside. I didn't realize how easy it was to express them until I started."

"Would you say my assignment was a success?" he asked.

"Yeah, I feel a little saner now," I joked.

"Would you mind if I saw how long it was?" he asked.

I shook my head and opened my laptop and turned it on. I opened my diary's document and turned the laptop to face. I scrolled down and said, "It's over 300 pages."

"That much for three years?" he asked.

Oh, crap.

I could have easily lied and said that I didn't type that much until this school year started, but I didn't want to lie to him. He only wanted to help me, so I decided to tell him the truth.

"Actually, Mr. Snicket," I said, hoping he wouldn't be too mad, "I didn't start it until this year."

He frowned. "Why did you do that?"

I looked away from him. "I just didn't want to do it?" I sighed. "I didn't like the idea of a diary, so I just didn't do it. I forgot about it, and I thought that you did too, until you brought it up in September. So I started one."

I looked up at him to see how he was taking my confession of not completing his assignment the way he wanted me to. He didn't look angry, but he did seem a little disappointed.

He leaned back in his chair and said, "I appreciate you telling me the truth, Isadora," I relaxed, "but I still want two years' worth of diary entries."

I nodded. "I won't wait until the last minute this time."

"Good," he nodded, and he held up his notepad and started taking more notes. I waited in silence for him to finish.

Mr. Snicket never showed me what he wrote, which is to be expected. They are his notes anyway, but I always sort of suspicious about whether he was actually taking notes. Sometimes he would write for way too long, and he would look seriously concentrated.

I have a theory that he draws instead.

I once found a sketched picture of a cupcake in his notepad, which was just sitting on his desk.

I looked up at the clock on the wall. It was almost twelve-thirty. If Mr. Snicket didn't end the session soon, I'd be late. We were already over twenty minutes overtime. I kicked my feet back and forth and looked around the room.

Waiting.

Someone banged on the door. "Dad! Are you done yet?!"

I sat upright. It was Bea to the rescue!

"Not yet, sweetie, give us a few more minutes!" he called, not looking up from his drawi—I mean notes.

"But, Dad! I want cake!"

"Go eat an apple! They're good for you!"

"I want cake too, Mr. Snicket," I said.

He pointed his pen at me. "Don't encourage her."

There was silence for another few seconds.

"Dad, Klaus keeps texting Isadora's phone. I think he's worried that she's dead."

Mr. Snicket sighed. "Tell him to wait just a few more minutes."

Bea was silent.

"Okay, Isadora," Mr. Snicket said, putting down his notepad, "I have one more-"

"Dad, Klaus says he's dying!"

Mr. Snicket rolled his eyes. "Send him my regards!"

"He's really bored!"

"Tell him we're almost done, Bea!" I said.

"Okay!"

She was quiet again.

Mr. Snicket chuckled again. "Okay, back to work—"

"Klaus said he's eating an apple."

"You should follow his lead, Beatrice," Mr. Snicket said.

Bea didn't answer, and Mr. Snicket didn't wait for it. "About the diary—"

"Klaus says that Violet is making fun of the way he eats apples!"

Mr. Snicket sighed, and I stifled a laugh.

"He said that he threw his apple at her!"

Our eyes went wide. It was no secret that Violet was a violent person, and Klaus had just provoked her.

"He might actually die, Mr. Snicket," I said.

"He plays soccer, so he should have a few extra minutes alive," he said.

"Klaus said that Violet is chasing him with a plastic fork!"

I gave Mr. Snicket a pleading look. Someone had to try to help the poor boy, even if he did provoke Violet's violent side.

Mr. Snicket sighed. "All right," he surrendered, "let's go save your boyfriend."

The three of us ran into my backyard to find my parents and their friends watching as my brother and our friends tried to wrestle Violet from Klaus. Sunny looked like she meant to help, but throwing dirt at her siblings had little effect.

Bea and I ran over to them and tried to help Jo, Adam, and Emma pry Violet from Klaus. Yes, it was taking more than five people to pull her away. She might not look strong, but she has a death grip.

"Let go of me!" she shouted. "He threw a vegetable at me!"

"It's a fruit!" Klaus corrected as my brothers, Taylor and Haley were trying to pull him out from underneath his sister.

"Don't patronize me!"

"I'm not patronizing you!"

"We just did your nails, Violet!" Kaley yelled as she tried to pull on of Violet's hands off Klaus. "Do you want to ruin them?!"

"Let go of the fork, Violet!" Katelyn shouted, trying to pull the makeshift weapon out of the hand Violet kept attempting to stab Klaus with.

"Yeah, Violet," Klaus agreed, sounding terrified, "let go of the fork!"

"Violet," I said, pulling at one of her feet, "if you love me, you won't ill the one person that buys me chocolate when I want it!"

Klaus craned his head over to give me an incredulous look. "Is that all you want me for?!"

"Hush, I'm trying to save you!" I yelled.

He was about to respond, but Violet made a move to stab his face with the fork, so he screamed and dodged it instead.

"Violet," Quigley said, strain clear in his voice from trying to pull Klaus away, "if you let Klaus live, I'll buy us those boyfriend and girlfriend shirts that you wanted!"

"Really?!" Violet exclaimed, and she immediately let go of Klaus, making all of us who were pulling at her fall backwards.

Klaus started pushing himself backwards to get away from her. "Dang it, woman!"

Violet threw her fork at him. "You threw an apple at me!"

"You were making fun of how I was eating it!"

"You eat like a horse!"

"Okay, that's enough!" Duncan said, moving in-between them. "Calm down!"

"I'm calm!" Violet said, throwing her hands up. "I'm calm!"

"I'm not," Klaus said with a hand over his heart.

I went over to help Klaus up. "If you're not ready to take her on, then don't provoke her. I thought you knew that by now."

He pouted. "She started it!"

Haley crossed her arms. "And she almost finished it!"

"And I would have too, if it weren't for you meddling kids!" Violet said.

Adam gave her a weird look. "Don't quote Scooby-Doo for something like this."

Violet rolled her eyes. "You guys are acting like I was actually going to kill him."

We all stared at her in silence.

She looked at us in disbelief. "How evil do you think I am?"

"Kind of evil."

"Very evil."

"Super scary."

"Like something from my nightmares."

Violet scoffed. "Gosh I was only trying to scare him! Now he's knows better than to throw things at me."

Duncan coughed. "I wouldn't count on it."

Klaus frowned. "I would."

"But you've thrown stuff at her before! You never learn!" Duncan said.

"Well, he's dating Isadora now," Taylor said, "so she can keep in line now."

Klaus frowned. "I don't need anyone to keep me in line."

I patted his back. "Sure you don't, Klaus." I mouthed 'he does' to everyone else.

"Hey guys," Emma asked lying on her back in the grass, "when's the cake going to be ready? I'm having a major craving!"

"We can't have it yet," Quigley said. "Three more of our friends still need to come."

Duncan groaned. "It's their fault if they miss cake!" He turned to the table that all of our parents were sitting at. "Mom! When's the cake going to be ready?!"

She looked at her watch. "Fifteen minutes!"

Duncan collapsed.

"Great," Bea said, "now he's broken."

"I think he deserves a proper burial," Katelyn said, dropping some grass on him.

Sunny dug her hands into the ground, pulling out fistfuls of dirt, and then she threw them at his face. "I did it!"

Duncan sat up, spitting dirt out of his mouth. "Thank you, Sunny. I didn't need that."

"Hey!" my mother called from her table. "I'm going to decorate the cake soon, Do you want to help?" She received several cries of "Yes!"

She got up to head inside, and we all ran in her direction. Once inside, Klaus and I fell behind while everyone else hurried to the kitchen. He slipped his hand into mine and pulled me back so I was walking at a slower pace with him.

"So how do you feel now?"

"You mean after having to pry your sister off of you before she maimed you?" I shrugged. "Normal, I guess. It's not like it's a different kind of day."

Klaus nodded. "Yeah, you're right. It's actually kind of sad that one of us gets beat up on a normal day."

"Don't forget that we also get really dirty," I said, stopping and turning him to face me. "You have dirt all over your face." I tried wiping some off.

He moved his head away from my hand. "I like it! It makes me look manly."

I laughed. "No, it makes you look like you've been living in the woods."

"The Lost Boys live in the woods. I can finally become one!" He exclaimed happily.

I crossed my arms. "I thought you wanted to look like a man not a lost boy."

Klaus shrugged. "I'll be whichever one you like best."

I acted like I was pondering the thought. "I like Peter Pan the best."

"I guess I'm Peter Pan, then," he smiled and leaned down to kiss me.

"Hurry up you two!" Quigley yelled from the kitchen. We heard footsteps coming closer and pulled apart before they could see us.

Duncan pulled Klaus away and pushed him down the hall. "Okay, lover boy, move along."

"Yeah," Quigley said, "go apologize to your sister! I don't want to deal with her in a bad mood."

Klaus held up his hands. "All right, all right, I'm going." He backed away and saluted us before stepping out of sight.

"So Mom keeps hinting that she got us something that we really wanted, and I'm pretty sure it's a puppy!" Duncan exclaimed, jumping up and down.

Quigley rolled his eyes. "It's a not a puppy. If she considered sending us to military school, then she probably thinks we can't handle a pet."

Duncan shrugged. "Well, maybe it's a hamster."

I shook my head. "Mom's afraid of hamsters.

"Okay," Duncan said, "a goldfish, then. Everyone in the cartoons get excited over goldfish."

"Cartoons are fake," Quigley said. "Besides, you had a goldfish once. You murdered it."

Duncan covered his face with his hands. "Don't bring up Mr. Fish!"

"Really creative name, by the way," I said sarcastically.

"I was six!"

"And I still would've done better," I smirked.

"I just want to get through the day without getting into any kind of trouble," Quigley said.

"Stay away from the fireworks, then," I said. "We don't need a repeat of New Year's."

Duncan raised his eyebrows. "We have left over fireworks?"

Quigley and I exchanged nervous glances. "Nope!"

He narrowed his eyes at us. "Sure, okay."

"Let's just get to the kitchen," I said, quickening my pace. "I want to draw a TARDIS with the blue frosting!"

"Oh, I'm going to draw the Black Pearl!" Duncan said happily.

"Considering it's frosting, it'll probably be harder to make it look like a specific ship," I said.

Duncan crossed his arms. "And it'll probably be hard to make your police box look like a specific TARDIS."

I laughed. "No, it won't actually!"

"I'm going to draw a magnifying glass!" Quigley added.

We both gave him strange looks.

"Um, Sherlock, guys," he explained.

"Oh," we nodded in approval.

"Okay," I said, "this is probably going to be the most random-est cake ever!"

"It's also going to be the best!" Quigley said.

"Happy birthday to us!" Duncan exclaimed with a big smile on his face.

Quigley put his arm around each of us. "Happy birthday to us!"

I smiled too, "Yeah, happy birthday to us!"

The rest of the day was as fun as we had hoped. We made a huge mess decorating the cake, but the cake itself looked pretty awesome. We'd drawn the TARDIS, ship, magnifying glass, (an attempted) Disney castle, the second star to the right, Harry Potter's scar and glasses, Percy Jackson's sword, logos for a few bands, a zombie, werewolf claws, a few different balls from sports, and all of our initials. A couple of Quigley's and Duncan's friends had come while we were decorating and had put some of those decorations on the cake too. The cake was pretty congested and not organized at all, but we all still thought it was pretty awesome.

We played a few awful tone-deaf rounds of karaoke—Klaus and Duncan singing a duet to "I Will Always Love You" by Whitney Houston was priceless—before my mom said we could eat cake (after the awkward "Happy Birthday" serenade I've always hated). My brothers and I got some pretty cool stuff as presents, but my personal favorite was when my mother said that she we didn't owe her the remaining couple hundred dollars of the one thousand that we cost her at the zoo.

Considering that I've been on and off again tutoring Bea in math just to raise enough money to make up the rest, I was pretty happy. Trying to get Bea to learn anything for a grade is frustrating because she refuses to focus on anything.

I have been relieved of my duties!

After the gifts, we played a very dangerous game with some old Nerf guns that my brothers had, and that pretty much turned into all-out war of boys versus girls with screams like,

"Take that, caveman!"

"For Sparta!"

"All of you are beneath me!"

"Eat foam, you disease!"

"I am your father!"

"Love you, Dad!"

I think you get the picture.

You might not because you're a laptop, but I'll just pretend you do.

Overall, it was a pretty great day, and not one thing caught on fire!

(Except maybe that one time where someone—not naming names—put foil in the microwave for almost a thirty seconds and left. Thankfully, the fire wasn't too bad when we got to it, but might we need a new microwave.)

(It was Quigley. We were all surprised.)

All in all, I wouldn't change any of it. Not one thing that happened today or any other day that affected this one, and I'm glad that I've had a diary to record it all. Obviously, I have to keep adding more entries for another two years to make up for the two years I did nothing, but I'm actually kind of excited. I've noticed that I don't have a good memory, so it's nice to look back at all the crazy, weird, and just flat-out stupid things that have happened in my life. I like having this diary so much now, that I'll probably keep it for longer than two more years. So even though this isn't the last diary entry forever, it is for now. Life's pretty good, but I know it won't last long. That's okay, though, because I'll be able to come right back to this diary to put any problem that I have down into my laptop.

So this is Isadora Rockefeller signing off, for now at least.

The End

The Isadora Diaries (September 25th, 2011—August 17th, 2014)

That's a hell of a gap. It's almost three years of my life. I started this story at the beginning of my freshman year, and now I've just started my senior year. That thought kind of breaks my heart. Even though my writing style for this story is kind of ridiculous, when I write other stories, I've feel like I've kind of grown (maybe possibly—I don't want to be vain). This was a story that I always had to work on because I'm a terrible person with how much I procrastinate, but still! I can't believe it! It's actually done! This was pretty much my excuse for not starting another story because I wanted to get this one down, now I feel almost free. Even though this story is a bit weird and it's far from the best thing I could ever write, I'm pretty proud of, and I'm pretty thankful for the response that it's gotten. So thank you everyone who has been reading this story since it has started, and thank you to anyone who came in the middle or the end. I love you all. :3

I'll be signing off too, but like Isadora, it won't be for long. Thank you again! I couldn't ask for more wonderful readers! :)

By the way, the entire bit with Violet, Klaus, and the apple was all my sister's idea. Thanks, sis. :3

So apparently, danke vielmas is German for "many thanks".

DANKE VIELMAS CUPCAKES TAKE THEM EVERYONE PLEASE.

"In the end I want to be standing at the beginning…with you."

~ "At the Beginning" by Richard Marx and Donna Lewis

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