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The rest of our holiday in Auckland was pretty good. We went around Auckland Zoo, which was pretty good. I giggled at the meerkats, who were all standing up straight and to attention.

"Hey, Lise!" I laughed. "Look at that meerkat with the posture! Your soulmate!"

Lisa rolled her eyes at me and muttered "Very funny, Steph. Not like you totally belong with those running zebras that were showing off."

"Not like Dad doesn't belong with the gorillas either." I retorted, and both of us laughed.

We also went to Rainbow's End, the theme park, although I reminded Bart and Lisa about what happened at Duff Gardens. So Bart didn't go on the Fear Fall, even though he wanted to, and Lisa didn't dare drink the Log Flume water, had Bart dared her. Still, the Fear Fall and the Corkscrew Coaster were pretty awesome. I also really enjoyed the bumper boats, even when Tasha nearly fell out of hers. I also liked the arcade games, and the tickets got me a mini Care Bear I planned to give to Maggie.

We also went to MOTAT, and you could hear us yelling and running around the mirror maze for miles around. I bumped into everyone at least twice before I got out.

But best of all was the show at the Civic. It was Hairspray, like Sunshine said,and I even got a cute mug that had I'll eat some breakfast, then change the world written on it (Dad loved it when I gave it to him the next week). Pretty much all of us walked out humming one of the songs. The one that had stuck in my mind was Run and Tell That, which was a song that mainly the black kids sang, which was pretty much all about black pride.

I left Slappy in New Zealand, to let someone else find him. I made sure to leave the paper in his pocket. If he wanted to come back to life and if someone was stupid enough to actually read them out without looking them up, that was their problem.

Roxanne only appeared once more in my dreams, but this time I was me, and she was her. She was only there to thank me for being so strong, and not taking any crap from Slappy. I didn't think it was anything, but since she had just taken everything, I could see it was a big deal for her.

"OK, OK, Roxy. It was nothing." I shrugged. "You could've done it if you'd wanted."

Roxanne shook her head. "You're a lot stronger than me, Steph, you always were. I knew it."

"So, will you stop hanging around me, now?" I demanded. "I need to have a life, you know."

Roxanne smiled faintly. "Sure. I wasn't ever really here, anyway. But Steph, if by chance you do need me again, just call and I'll do what I can. You don't need a séance to get info out of me. Besides, it's not like you know what you're doing. After all, I did get you into that thing. I just wanted to make sure that there was someone out there who was tough enough to live the life I was too scared to live."

And after that, the dreams stopped. I got back to my normal life.

I told Mom and Dad about what had been going on, since it didn't matter whether they believed me or not. Lisa backed me up on it, and as I'd suspected, Dad easily believed us, but didn't really seem to care much.

But still, things seemed a bit strange after that. Even though Slappy was gone, as far as I was concerned (and true to that, I never saw him again), memories of his presence still lurked. I often continued to look up Emilie Autumn's songs on the Internet, and I soon knew all the words to Opheliac, The Art Of Suicide, Swallow, and my personal favourite, Gentlemen Aren't Nice. Lisa also knew the words to most of the songs. I groaned when she got her hands on the sheet music for Thank God I'm Pretty and started turning it into a jazz song on her sax.

"Steph, can't you sing it?" she begged me.

I relented, once, and obediently sang "Thank God I'm pretty, the occasional free drink I never asked for,

The occasional admission to a seedy little bar, invitation to a stranger's car, I'm blessed

With the ability to rend a grown man tongue-tied,

Which only means that when it's dark outside I have to run and hide, can't look behind me, thank God I'm pretty."

I even sang the second verse about how every problem I have I brought on myself, and how I looked good without clothes, and when I was gone no one would remember me.

Then I got to the bridge. "A gaggle of faces appears around me, it's lucky I hate to be taken seriously,

I think my ego would fall right through the cracks in the floor, if I couldn't count on men to slap my ass anymore

I know my destiny's such that I'm all stocking and curl

So everybody thinks that I'm a f**king suicide girl." I stopped. "I'm stopping now, Lisa. Autumn's enough as it is. I'm sick of this stupid song."

"Just one more verse." Lisa pleaded.

"No."

Plus, some of the things I'd seen in my dreams would haunt me forever. But if I was completely truthful, things weren't really that bad after Roxanne finally left me alone. I lived, at least, unlike her. Well, I had to say, that was the end of that chapter in my life.

This is Stephanie Taylor Simpson, signing out!

There you go! The last chapter. So, tell me, would you like to see any more of Stephanie? What would you like her to do? And NO, I'm not taking any offers for episodes, I still have a couple on my computer - "Stark Raving Dad" (The Michael Jackson episode) and "Dude, Where's My Ranch?" (Think Everybody Hates Ned Flanders). So, just one more review, OK?

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