Hey, guys, sorry I haven't given you guys any warning, but this story has come to an end. So please, read this chapter for your final closure. (Tear) Haha, well just read.

Maxine's POV:

On Friday night, I crouched in the bushes, along with Celeste, Millie, Josh, Marc, Lisa, Rachel, Felicia, and Jenny. There were three of us to a bush. I adjusted my black cap and smoothed out my black outfit, down to my black ballet flats. I was still able to be cute while following the dress guidelines. All black, no color.

Unfortunately, I was sharing the same bush as Josh and Marc. I ignored Josh by talking with Marc. "Do you want me to put some black streaks on your face?" I offered, holding up Celeste's black eyeliner.

"Sure, but I don't see why it would help." Marc held still as I drew two thick lines under his eyes.

"So your face doesn't stand out as much. And because it makes you feel tougher than you really are," I shrugged as Marc chuckled.

"You're pretty funny. I'm glad we're doing this," Marc said, and our eyes locked. In the darkness, I could barely see Marc's cheek blush.

"Can you draw on my face, too?" Josh interrupted, realizing what just happened between us. I broke Marc's gaze, though I could feel him still staring at me, probably wondering what would happen next between us. Would I end it before it started?

"Yeah," I said, my voice breaking to my embarrassment. Crap. Now Marc knows that he has some effect on me. Josh placed a hand on my shoulder as I drew the best lines I could in the darkness. "Hands off, Josh," I warned.

Marc glared at Josh, and Josh glowered back. I rolled my eyes.

"Guys," Celeste whispered from the bush next to us. I could make out her blonde curls. "Remember what you do when we get the window open. You have about forty-five seconds for each prank. Good luck." Celeste, Felicia, and Rachel darted towards the side of the house. They climbed up the trellis and peered in the window. After seeing that no one was in the room, they opened the window. That was our cue.

Marc, Josh, and I sprinted towards the trellis as Felicia and Rachel dropped down. Celeste wasn't moving. "Guys, my foot is stuck," she hissed as quietly as she could. She was seven feet off the ground.

"I'll get her," I told Marc and Josh. "Stay below and catch us if we fall." I stepped up as fast as I could, until I made it to Celeste's foot. "I'm gonna pull, okay?" I told her. "Ready?"

"Ready," Celeste whispered nervously. I let go of the trellis and grabbed her foot with both hands. I yanked back as hard as I could. Celeste's foot popped out, and now I was grabbing air. I fell backwards. "Maxine!" Celeste cried as quietly as she could. I fell down and shut my eyes, praying that someone was there.

I fell into someone's arms. I slowly opened my eyes, and found that Marc was staring down at me. "Thanks."


I dropped down, and saw that Celeste had already made it down. She looked at Marc curiously. "Maxine, Josh, you guys start climbing. I gotta talk to Marc for a second. He'll meet you at the top."

Josh and I started making our way up. "You need help getting through the window?" he offered. "I can certainly help with that." He flashed a devilish grin.

I shook my head. No way was I accepting anything from him. "You're a real douche, you know that?" I informed him. I hopped in through the window and inspected my surroundings.

Marc and Josh hopped in after me. "What was that about?" I asked Marc.

"Nothing," Marc shook his head.

"Let's head to the bathroom first," Josh suggested. Then we'll ruin the snacks, and lastly, we'll cause some trouble in the hallway." We all grinned at each other. To be more specific, both boys grinned at me and I grinned at Marc.

"Let's go, then." I crept out of the room. Dana's door was closed, and I could hear music and laughter inside. We stepped into the bathroom, where I poured glue into Dana's shampoo. One of the Pops set up her cosmetics in the bathroom earlier, so Marc dumped honey from his backpack into the facial wash.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Josh murmured. "But they totally deserve it."

Marc ignored his comment and fished out a bag of plastic apples and a paper plate. He set the apples on the plate and put it outside the door of Dana's room. "That way, they'll think her mother set them out," he explained to me.

I used scotch tape to fasten a thin piece of wire to both sides of the wall. "Whoever will walk down the hall will trip over this." If all goes well, then the Pops will think Sophia was playing tricks on them and kick her out. Then we would take that chance to convince her that the Pops weren't her friends.

The three of us climbed down the trellis after that. Jenny, Liza, and Millie were waiting at the bottom, ready to take watch. As soon as I made it down, I slapped Josh on the face and stalked away. Both boys ran after me.

"What was that for?" Josh roared, grabbing my arm. Celeste, Felicia, and Rachel stared. Felicia looked pleased that I had slapped Josh, though.

"Let go of me!" I shouted back at him, attempting to wrench my arm from his grasp.

Celeste did her best to quiet us down, but Marc wasn't listening. "Leave her alone!" he yelled loudly, and pushed Josh away. Josh responded by punching at Marc, letting go of me, and I fell to the ground. Rachel grabbed me and helped me up as Celeste tried to get the boys to stop fighting. Felicia did nothing, happy that Josh was getting beaten up.

"That was a nice slap," Felicia complimented me.

I grinned back. "Thanks."

"What's that noise?"

Everyone froze. We all heard Addie head towards the open window and we scurried for a hiding spot. I dove into a bush with Marc and Celeste. Jenny, Felicia, and Rachel darted for the tree, and Lisa, Millie, and Josh ran to the side of the house.

Addie's face peered out the window. "I don't see anything," she called back to her friends. Sophia stood beside her.

"Maybe some kids down the street were fighting," Sophia said.

"Well, they stopped now." Addie shrugged, and the two walked away from the window.

"Look what you did." Celeste punched Marc's arm. She then grinned wildly at him. "Remember what I talked to you about."

"What was she talking to you about?" I asked as Celeste walked away. Everyone else resumed their post.

Marc looked me in the eye. "This." And then he leaned forward.

Jenny's POV:

This was really working! I was watching through the window as Dana opened the door and took the apples, assuming that her mother set them down. A couple seconds later, I heard someone shriek. "These are plastic!" Maya screamed.

"Who did this?" Dana asked.

"This has never happened before," Addie said. "In fact, nothing has happened until Sophia showed up."

"It's not me," I heard Sophia insist.

"Well, whatever, I'm gonna go wash my face." Sabrina Rosen padded out towards the bathroom, until she tripped over the wire. "HEY!" she yelled.

All of the Pops streamed out into the hallway. "Who strung out this wire?" Addie wondered.

Every girl looked at Sophia.

Sophia giggled nervously. "I swear I had nothing to do with that."

"Fine, but one more prank and you're out of here," Sabrina growled.

"This is great," Millie whispered to me. "Then all Sabrina has to do is wash her face. No one will even need to use the shampoo! Jenny, I think this will work!"

"Me too," I whispered back.

All of the girls headed back into the room except for Sabrina, who walked around very carefully, lifting her feet very high. We giggled a little too loudly. Sabrina looked our way, and we quickly ducked.

While waiting for Sabrina to stop looking over at us, I looked down at the yard. Celeste was standing in the middle of the yard, and Marc, who was next to Maxine, was staring up at us. I signaled to my friends that someone was near the window. After a few minutes, I cautiously peeked up to find Sabrina washing her face.

"Oh my God!" Sabrina looked at her face. "Who put honey in my facial wash?" she shouted. "It's really sticky!"

"Sophia!" Dana accused.

"I'm not doing this!" Sophia pleaded. "I didn't do anything, I promise!"

"Get out of my house," Dana said coldly.

Liza, Millie, and I looked at each other and smiled.

Celeste's POV:

Sophia sat on the front porch, waiting for her ride. She buried her face in her sleeping bag and cried. I sat down next to her. "Sophia."

Her head snapped up. "Celeste?" her face relaxed. "Oh, I'm so happy to see you! I'm so glad you're not mad at me and—" she stopped talking when she saw everyone else behind me.

"What are you guys doing here?" she asked suspiciously.

"Those girls aren't your friends," Millie said.

"Yes they are. They respect me." Sophia glared.

Maxine chuckled, standing beside Marc, who had his arm around her waist. "If they respected you, then you would be the leader. You have the best clothes."

"Those girls only like you because you're rich and you hate us," Jenny pointed out, crossing her black-clad arms.

"But I just don't get it," Sophia cried. "They think I pulled pranks on them, so they kicked me out!"

"Oh, that." Felicia looked at Rachel and they both broke out into giggles.

"You guys did that?" Sophia jumped to her feet and opened the front door.

Maxine jumped from Marc's arms and pushed the door closed. "We proved that those girls don't trust you and want nothing to do with you if you go against them. Don't you be rash and go back to those girls."

"Then does that make us friends again?" Sophia asked Maxine. She had always had a soft spot for Maxine.

"No," I said plainly. "You treated us like crap and you expect us to take you back?"

"I didn't get popular on YouTube because I let people walk all over me, you know." Maxine raised her eyebrows.

"Then why are you here?" Sophia crossed her arms.

"We just wanted to let you know that you've been a jerk to us. Now you know what it feels like to be treated unfairly." Mille glared. I noticed that she has a real mean glare.

"Let's go," I said to the others. "She obviously hasn't learned her lesson." We all walked away, though I wasn't quite done yet.

I ran back and grabbed Sophia's head, painting two black lines on her cheeks. "There." I then ran after my friends, as Sophia stared after me in shock.

I smiled to myself and laughed. I got the last word this time.

Millie's POV:

"I can't believe we didn't get caught," I said, plopping down on Maxine's cushion in her room. We all made it safely back.

"I know, right? Talk about good luck." Maxine smiled up at Marc as he sat down next to her on her cushion.

"What happens next?" Liza wondered.

We all shrugged. "It's all up to Sophia now. We've done our job." Celeste pulled her curls back into a ponytail. "In the meantime, though, I'm sleeping over at Maxine's!" she smiled happily.

Monday Morning:

Maxine's POV:

Sophia and the Pops were waiting outside the school when we all arrived. Somehow, Sophia had made peace with the Pops over the weekend.

Sophia strode up to me and Marc. She said nothing, but gave us a small, sad smile. "I'll miss you guys," she said.

No one answered. The breeze blew around us lightly, causing my scarf to blow in the wind. It was a gorgeous day, and the sun was making the black top sparkle. The sun glittered and the sky was clear. The tree we were standing near was resting atop the green grass.

"You're choosing them?" Celeste finally asked.

Sophia nodded slowly, and we all watched her mournfully as she walked over to her new "friends".

"How are you doing?" Marc asked me quietly, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I smiled, being as strong as I could, and looked up at him. "I guess we weren't meant to be." My smile faded.

Sophia was with new people now. There was nothing I could do to change that. But Sophia was our past. And I looked around at my new friends, seeing them all smiling back at me, and I couldn't help but smile again. This was my future now.

I glanced again at Sophia, who had paused at the door and looked back at me. I raised my hand slowly, giving one final wave to my past.

The Past waved back at me and then stepped inside, walking away from the sun.

And there I stood, surrounded by my friends, not knowing this unrecognizable warmth that spread over my body when I looked at them all. The sun shone on my face, and looking up at Marc, who smiled back at me and slung his arm around my shoulders, I realized that this wasn't the end.

This was my new beginning. And it was looking bright.

The End.

I really hope you guys enjoyed my story, but all good things must come to an end. So an even better thing could start! YAY! You know, one door must close for another to open? Or a new beginning comes from some other beginning's end?

Well, I'll miss writing this, but I love you guys!

Peace out for the final time,