The 7th Mother-Daughter-Book-Club (#Wattys2016)

Epilogue Part one - Everything Has Changed

     Jess POV

Graduation.
It's midnight an Half-Moon Farm, where we're having the graduation party. Becca, Emma, Cassidy, Megan, and I are all sitting out by the lake, watching as the moon rises.
Emma is headed to Harvard on a writing scholarship that will cover her first 3 years - much to her parents relief. Cassidy is headed to UCLA On a hockey scholarship - no surprise there. Megan is going to Paris for a year, before starting college at F.I.T - the fashion institute of technology. Becca is headed to the U with Theo, where she plans on majoring in architecture, much to everyone's surprise. I suppose that trip two years ago sparked her interest.
I'm going to Juilliard with Savannah. She's come a long way from academic probation and her old, mean girl ways. We might even room together!
After college, I'm going to get my wildlife rehabilitation license; I had so much fun working with Lydia in my freshman year, and I can't wait to do more with animals.
I stare up at the full moon shining down on us. Everything has changed, and I think it's a good thing. I came out of my shell, my mother came back, I befriended Savannah, I rehabilitated a fox, helped with Pries and Prejudice, I sang for MadriGals, and now I'm going to one of the best music schools in the country.
Yes, there were bumps in the road - The Fab Four, mom leaving, 8th grade, Emma in London, Felicia, Annabelle, and so on. But I'm happy with the way things turned out
"Jess! You coming?" I turn to see all of my friends by our hideout in the barn, where we're sleeping over. I smile.
"Coming."

Megan POV

I glance outside. The fashion show is supposed to start any minute, but the most important part of my collection is missing!
I slump against a wall, burying my head in my hands. This fashion show is everything. A ton of designers have come, and now I can't show them the piece that was supposed to get me a contract, or put me on the grid.
Tears come to my eyes. After all of my hard work and planning, I have nothing to show them.
"Megs?" I look up to see Jess staring down at me, concerned. "What's wrong?" Then she remembers. "Oh.... Still no sign of it?" I shake my head, as bury my head into my arms again. Jess sits down next to me.
"Megan, listen to me." I look up at her sulkily, and she continues. "You have worked on this for months. No way in all heck am I going to let you miss it." I rest my head on my knees. "Ill tell you what - You start the fashion show, and we'll continue looking. Okay?"
Just a few years ago, I would've said something like "Shut up, Goat Girl." And I wouldn't have felt guilty about it, either. Now, I wouldn't dream of calling my friends anything like that. Over these years, I've changed. Everyone has. But I have the most, I feel. I was a complete jerk, and now.... Okay, I can still be a complete jerk at times, but I've come a long way from my "Queen Bee" days - and I'm proud of myself for that, proud that I have such great friends. I nod my head, and Jess smiles.
"Okay."

Emma POV

I smooth my pencil skirt again - a Megan Wong original, of course - and wipe my sweaty palms together. Today is the release of my novel, The Mother Daughter Book Club. It's written under the alibi Heather Vogel Frederick. My friends were supposed to be here with me today, but Jess has to go to a radio interview, Cassidy has to coach Chicks with Sticks - they're playing a tournament this weekend - Megan was offered an opportunity she couldn't miss with Bix, and Becca was working a double shift at P&P. Which left me alone for my first ever book signing.
I glanced up at the clock. 11:59. One minute left until the signing.
Suddenly, the door opened, and I looked up to see Becca, P&P uniform and all. I wobble up to hug her - I'm still not great in heels.
"Becca!" I exclaim, hugging one of my best friends. "Your here! How?!" Becca smiles at me warmly - not something she would've done when we were kids.
"I couldn't miss one of my best friend's book release, could I?"
"But-work!" I sputter, still shocked. "Gigi said to go." Becca explains. "I didn't protest." I laugh, and hug her again. If I told my 6th grade self that Becca would be at my first book release as a friend, I would've told you that you were insane. Mental. Loony. All of the above.
Now, I couldn't be happier with her as my friend - and one of my best friends, at that.
The door opened again, and this time, a bunch of kids came in holding copies of the MDBC. My heart swelled as I watched them. Becca looked at me.
"Ready?"
I thought of how much she had changed, how much I had changed. And how nothing could make me happier.
"Ready."

Becca POV

I used think I was a perfect girl.
Then I realized how horrible of a person I was in 8th grade, my dad lost his job, and my friends were all knockouts.
I was wrong.

I used to think that Jess was Goat Girl
Jess is going to the best music school in the country, was offered a scholarship to the best school in town, is gorgeous, and saves animals along with performing.
I was wrong.

I used to call Emma 'Porky the Poet'
   Emma had a book published at 16 and has already started writing a new novel. She isn't even porky.
I was wrong.

I used think that Cassidy was ugly and talentless.
     Cassidy one the Olympics, got three guys, and is probably one of the most beautiful people I've ever met.
I was wrong.

I used to think that Megan was stupid for not ring my friend anymore.
Megan was smart, and I was stupid for thinking that. I was a jerk, and she was right to start hanging out with Emma, Jess, and Cassidy - people who weren't jerks.
I was wrong.

   Now I think that while I was a bad person, I am a better person now, and that Megan, Emma, Cassidy, and Jess have changed me - for the better. And while I was wrong about basically everything in the past, this time,
I was right.

Cassidy POV

     My hair has turned white, and my skin has wrinkled, though my eyes have the same twinkle in them Tristan and all of my friends used to love - but their gone now.
    I'm at the rink giving lessons to a little boy for figure skating. I can't help but feel like Eva Bergson.
   After his lesson, I walk over to the bench where I see a girl crying. She has crazy  red hair and fiery grey eyes.
   "Whats wrong?" I ask her, and she mumbles something along the lines of, "My mom died." I purse my lips and smile at her.
   "When I was your age, my dad died. I had to move all the way from California to here." I tell her. She stares at me for a moment before asking,
   "What happened?"
I laugh at old memories. "Well, I joined a book club, pulled a ton of pranks, had a pen pal, made 4 best friends, met my husband, went to England,  was in a fashion show, and won two gold Olympic metals." I tell her, and she stared at me, wide eyed, with a gleam of excitement in her eye.
  "Could that ever happen to me?" She asks in wonder. I smile.
   "Maybe."

A/N: And that sums up epilogue part 1! Leave a comment in the towel section, and let me know which one was your favorite!
   QOTC: Have you had any homework/tests yet?
A: So far, I had a little homework and two important tests. Yay me. -_-
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