AN: This is the last and final chappie!!

Elizabeth’s POV

July 25, 1911

I stood on the float, waving at spectators. I was proud to be here, in place of mother.

“Mother, when are we going to be done?” My sixteen-year-old daughter, Eliza, said. She was happy to join, but was getting tired.

“Soon.” I said. I was proud my daughter was joining me. Up ahead, I saw a dispute. Suddenly, men were mobbing us from both sides. I ended up in the hospital with a broken leg, but Eliza had been unharmed.

“Mother, for you and grandmother, I will fight as much as I can. Tomorrow, when Woodrow Wilson is doing his parade, I am going to have a sign saying, ‘You walk safe today, but remember, we were not protected yesterday!’ I’ll get everyone to help!”

“Thank you, for fighting so hard, for my mother, and I, even though you are young.”

Eliza’s POV

August 18, 1920

We stood outside the state house, awaiting the outcome of the vote. To make the Nineteenth Amendment become law, Tennessee had to ratify it. We stood, waiting for what seemed like hours. I prayed that it would become law, for my mother, who was in the hospital, slowly dying, and my deceased grandmother. Suddenly, someone ran out. A hush fell over everyone.

“The Susan B. Anthony Amendment has won the vote! Women across the country are free to vote!” Everyone rejoiced, shouting and screaming at the top of their lungs.

Three days later

“Hello Mother. Did you hear? We won the vote!” I said. I had rushed home, after hearing the result, and had told my mother. She had kept fighting, wanting to be alive when women were given the right to vote. She smiled.

“I’m so happy. I’m glad I’m dying happy. Eliza, I want you to pass this story on to your children, and grandchildren, that you were there when the final state ratified the amendment.”

“Of course mother. I will do everything in my power to live up to your expectations.”

“Good.” I sat next to her, silent. Then, there was peacefulness in the air; Elizabeth Mary Prescott had taken her last breath.

I walked up to the polling building. I was going to vote for the first time! I ran up with Mother.

“Mother, is it scary.” I asked. She had been there when the Tennessee had ratified the amendment. She had been one of the first women to vote.

“No, Susanna, it isn’t bad at all.” We walked in, and filled out the ballot. I dropped mine in the box. Mother went up, and dropped her ballot in the box, a few tears streaming down her face. After she stepped away, I went up to her and hugged her.

“Is it hard, knowing that you have been given then privilege to vote, but know that Grandmother, and Great-Grandmother never will?”

“Yes. But I’m happy that it happened, even if they never got to fell the joy of voting.”

AN: That was the last chappie! Yay! I finally finished a story!! Sooo happy. So, um, plz review! I really want to find out what people thought of this story. I’m thinking about maybe doing more historical fiction?? Yeah. If you liked this story, maybe read my other ones. They aren’t historical, they’re young adult, but they kinda have the same style, I guess.