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This is just a fan fiction that I felt like writing. Forgive me if I don't
get something write; if you do find something that is wrong please do tell
me. This is my first time doing a fan fiction so please positive reviews.
Chapter One: Reflections of the Past
Jesse Tuck felt the wind against his bare neck; a black helmet covered up his face. That was required to wear to those only sixteen till eighteen. Not that he could get into an accident and have his head smashed. In fact it would hardly leave a mark on him. Yet, it was the law, and he had no rejections to the law, why would he? Racing down the road, even though the speed limit was an odd 35. He felt alive in worry again. Alive! What a glorious word. Alive.though he was eternally young, he didn't feel alive. Like somehow he was a moving statue of a long forgotten Greek god or goddess.
Jesse knew what it was like to be alive again. Not with sadness or worry, but to feel the pulling lines of love: so many years ago.too long ago. Winnie Foster.ah how he remembered her beautiful face so well.
Jesse had told Winnie not to drink the water from the tree, but in a way he wished she did. That way maybe she'd still be at his side. Though wishes meant nothing to him anymore, after a couple years those things die out.
This street had once been wild: there were saloon, saloon girls, gamblers, and maniac gamblers. The streets were unpaved and every time it rained there was always some sort of mud hole that the woman avoided. The buildings were done hastily and didn't hold very well, those were careless times. Ah how he loved that time! What he wouldn't give to be back in that time!
Now the street was paved, and there could be a few aggressive pedestrians.but there rarely was one. Now it was the drivers who were dangerous. At times they tail gated Jesse, and it was a couple times he came close to being hit because of their oblivion. The whole thing amused him; it came from the time of owning a home in the woods without having does deal with pyro-maniac campers. And crossing the street without worrying that some crazy driver wasn't going to zoom out and kill them. Oh what his parents would say if they stuck they're nose out in the world!
The whole idea amused Jesse, bringing mirth to his eyes, though was the same glazed emptiness with a worry that caused knots in his stomach. Turning on his turn signal and slowly turned on the street that was still one of the remaining dirt roads in that area. Tall, lush, evergreen trees surrounded him on his left and right side. It was home.these trees: they brought him back home.
Jesse slowed when he saw the familiar white house with the same black fence that alas had started to rust. How unfortunate. Stopping he looked at the house with great sadness, a new coat of paint had been reapplied and had lost some of it's Victorian touch. No sign of the very thing he wanted to see.
But wait.there was a person coming out of the house. It was a girl. Yes, it could possibly be Winnie! Feeling his heart beat Jesse watched intently a hopeful smile plastered onto her lips. The girl was carrying a trash bag in her hand.strange. Glancing towards the black garbage cans just outside the fence he smiled. She could come closer to him.
Listening to her Evanescence c.d. Sara climbed down the hill. How she hated reversing out of this driveway. The song "My Immortal" was on the top volume, but even that was too low for the song was soft. But it was very beautiful, and the name was quite drawing to Sara. Glancing around the green lawn she then looked at the gate, her grandpa must've shut the gate again.
Pushing against the gate, careful not to drop the trash, she cringed as the gate squeaked very loudly. Once outside the gate, the once beautiful song she had listened to stopped. The batteries died again.time for a new c.d. player.
Sighing to herself, Sara lifted the garbage lid and dropped the bag in. Sure there was a little twinkle as one of the old china that had been broken by Sara's little sister Rose. Shrugging lightly she glanced around but feel on the figure that was watching her intently. As if out of regular reaction she frowned and watched him.
This girl could possibly be Winnie. She looked to be sixteen, she had the light brown waves down her back and her eyes were a blue hue. Her bones was almost formed the shape, but the height was taller than he remembered. Her clothing attire was off this century though. He recognized the sweatshirt with a hood that they called "hoodie" or whatever. Navy blue. With bold white letters saying "Local Hero, Park City, Utah". Utah.interesting. The pants were tight and had the faded look and the shoes she wore were black and shiny. Boots. So boots were back into fashion only these weren't useful purely decoration.
Somehow Jesse didn't quite recognize her, her face looked like the face of the dying innocence face of the new generation. Not the intense, full of emotion face that he remembered so vividly. But just maybe there was a reason behind this. Perhaps she drank the water, and the ages had done to her of what they did to his brother.
"Can I help you?" Sara asked as she watched him, not sure of what to think about his young man on his nice motorcycle and black helmet. But she could feel his intense gaze; it was as if she was a ghost of his past. Weird people.
"Winnie," Jesse whispered out of pure amazement. By God she almost sounded like Winnie! Reaching up Jesse took off the helmet, and mounts of brown hair came to his face. Smoothing the fine hair back, he continued to stare feeling himself turn red.
"Excuse me, what did you just say?" Sara asked tilting her head some confused as she watched him. What a weird guy. Sara thought as she watched. Suddenly a golden longhaired dog came up to the fence behind her and started barking. "Sage.it's all right, baby. I'll be in just a minute." She said with a soft smile towards her dog, he was a year old, yet still unmanageable. Her attention averted back to the gawking stranger. He was cute: she had to admit. But that didn't create an excuse for his oddness.
"I'm looking for Winnie Foster, does she live here?" Jesse asked as he regained some control over himself. Still watching her. She had pushed those headphones down when she first saw him. The look on her face was plain: she thought he was strange or perhaps even an idiot.
"She does. But she's busy right now. Why?" Sara asked looking even more baffled. "And Foster is her maiden name. Since she was married to Grandpa her last name changed."
"She married?" The thought made him gasp, shock so painfully broke his heart! The confusion grew evident on her face. If this wasn't Winnie Foster, then who was this girl that looked like her?
"She had children out of wedlock, what do you think?" She replied growing somewhat impatient. "And her children had children out of wedlock. She married like years ago, and well had children is a happy grandmother."
"Oh." Jesse found himself gulping then looking back at her. "I'm sorry I took your time up."
"I can give her a message though, I just need her name and a short message and I'll be a good girl and deliver this urgent message for you," Sara said shifting feet watching him still confused, what a strange guy. Who was she to judge though? She was the one who collected odd friends.
"Yeah, I'm Jesse and tell her that.she made a good decision," he said placing the helmet on his head with a sigh. "If you don't mind.what's your name?"
"Right, I'll tell her that. Come back later maybe she won't be so busy then. It's just my little sister has been creating such a mess. Grandma practically had a heart attack and died when her music box fell. My name is Sara. I'll tell her that message Jesse. See you later," Sara said heading towards the gate.
"Thank you.Sara." Jesse managed to whisper as he stared at the retreating figure of the granddaughter of the girl that he loved. Well it was evident of the choice that Winnie had made, and that decision was right in front of his face. It was Sara, her granddaughter that looked almost exactly like her. Just as beautiful, but much more untamed, yet perhaps as gentle?
Turning the ignition key, Jesse flooded the small engine and stepped on the gas pedal and zoomed off in complete misery. Sadness flowed through him like a plague that had been long forgotten.
Note from the writer: Please review! I want to know what you think of it! I'll soon be reviewing about Tuck Everlasting so things will be more correct. Did I depict Jesse okay? Please tell me what you think.
Chapter One: Reflections of the Past
Jesse Tuck felt the wind against his bare neck; a black helmet covered up his face. That was required to wear to those only sixteen till eighteen. Not that he could get into an accident and have his head smashed. In fact it would hardly leave a mark on him. Yet, it was the law, and he had no rejections to the law, why would he? Racing down the road, even though the speed limit was an odd 35. He felt alive in worry again. Alive! What a glorious word. Alive.though he was eternally young, he didn't feel alive. Like somehow he was a moving statue of a long forgotten Greek god or goddess.
Jesse knew what it was like to be alive again. Not with sadness or worry, but to feel the pulling lines of love: so many years ago.too long ago. Winnie Foster.ah how he remembered her beautiful face so well.
Jesse had told Winnie not to drink the water from the tree, but in a way he wished she did. That way maybe she'd still be at his side. Though wishes meant nothing to him anymore, after a couple years those things die out.
This street had once been wild: there were saloon, saloon girls, gamblers, and maniac gamblers. The streets were unpaved and every time it rained there was always some sort of mud hole that the woman avoided. The buildings were done hastily and didn't hold very well, those were careless times. Ah how he loved that time! What he wouldn't give to be back in that time!
Now the street was paved, and there could be a few aggressive pedestrians.but there rarely was one. Now it was the drivers who were dangerous. At times they tail gated Jesse, and it was a couple times he came close to being hit because of their oblivion. The whole thing amused him; it came from the time of owning a home in the woods without having does deal with pyro-maniac campers. And crossing the street without worrying that some crazy driver wasn't going to zoom out and kill them. Oh what his parents would say if they stuck they're nose out in the world!
The whole idea amused Jesse, bringing mirth to his eyes, though was the same glazed emptiness with a worry that caused knots in his stomach. Turning on his turn signal and slowly turned on the street that was still one of the remaining dirt roads in that area. Tall, lush, evergreen trees surrounded him on his left and right side. It was home.these trees: they brought him back home.
Jesse slowed when he saw the familiar white house with the same black fence that alas had started to rust. How unfortunate. Stopping he looked at the house with great sadness, a new coat of paint had been reapplied and had lost some of it's Victorian touch. No sign of the very thing he wanted to see.
But wait.there was a person coming out of the house. It was a girl. Yes, it could possibly be Winnie! Feeling his heart beat Jesse watched intently a hopeful smile plastered onto her lips. The girl was carrying a trash bag in her hand.strange. Glancing towards the black garbage cans just outside the fence he smiled. She could come closer to him.
Listening to her Evanescence c.d. Sara climbed down the hill. How she hated reversing out of this driveway. The song "My Immortal" was on the top volume, but even that was too low for the song was soft. But it was very beautiful, and the name was quite drawing to Sara. Glancing around the green lawn she then looked at the gate, her grandpa must've shut the gate again.
Pushing against the gate, careful not to drop the trash, she cringed as the gate squeaked very loudly. Once outside the gate, the once beautiful song she had listened to stopped. The batteries died again.time for a new c.d. player.
Sighing to herself, Sara lifted the garbage lid and dropped the bag in. Sure there was a little twinkle as one of the old china that had been broken by Sara's little sister Rose. Shrugging lightly she glanced around but feel on the figure that was watching her intently. As if out of regular reaction she frowned and watched him.
This girl could possibly be Winnie. She looked to be sixteen, she had the light brown waves down her back and her eyes were a blue hue. Her bones was almost formed the shape, but the height was taller than he remembered. Her clothing attire was off this century though. He recognized the sweatshirt with a hood that they called "hoodie" or whatever. Navy blue. With bold white letters saying "Local Hero, Park City, Utah". Utah.interesting. The pants were tight and had the faded look and the shoes she wore were black and shiny. Boots. So boots were back into fashion only these weren't useful purely decoration.
Somehow Jesse didn't quite recognize her, her face looked like the face of the dying innocence face of the new generation. Not the intense, full of emotion face that he remembered so vividly. But just maybe there was a reason behind this. Perhaps she drank the water, and the ages had done to her of what they did to his brother.
"Can I help you?" Sara asked as she watched him, not sure of what to think about his young man on his nice motorcycle and black helmet. But she could feel his intense gaze; it was as if she was a ghost of his past. Weird people.
"Winnie," Jesse whispered out of pure amazement. By God she almost sounded like Winnie! Reaching up Jesse took off the helmet, and mounts of brown hair came to his face. Smoothing the fine hair back, he continued to stare feeling himself turn red.
"Excuse me, what did you just say?" Sara asked tilting her head some confused as she watched him. What a weird guy. Sara thought as she watched. Suddenly a golden longhaired dog came up to the fence behind her and started barking. "Sage.it's all right, baby. I'll be in just a minute." She said with a soft smile towards her dog, he was a year old, yet still unmanageable. Her attention averted back to the gawking stranger. He was cute: she had to admit. But that didn't create an excuse for his oddness.
"I'm looking for Winnie Foster, does she live here?" Jesse asked as he regained some control over himself. Still watching her. She had pushed those headphones down when she first saw him. The look on her face was plain: she thought he was strange or perhaps even an idiot.
"She does. But she's busy right now. Why?" Sara asked looking even more baffled. "And Foster is her maiden name. Since she was married to Grandpa her last name changed."
"She married?" The thought made him gasp, shock so painfully broke his heart! The confusion grew evident on her face. If this wasn't Winnie Foster, then who was this girl that looked like her?
"She had children out of wedlock, what do you think?" She replied growing somewhat impatient. "And her children had children out of wedlock. She married like years ago, and well had children is a happy grandmother."
"Oh." Jesse found himself gulping then looking back at her. "I'm sorry I took your time up."
"I can give her a message though, I just need her name and a short message and I'll be a good girl and deliver this urgent message for you," Sara said shifting feet watching him still confused, what a strange guy. Who was she to judge though? She was the one who collected odd friends.
"Yeah, I'm Jesse and tell her that.she made a good decision," he said placing the helmet on his head with a sigh. "If you don't mind.what's your name?"
"Right, I'll tell her that. Come back later maybe she won't be so busy then. It's just my little sister has been creating such a mess. Grandma practically had a heart attack and died when her music box fell. My name is Sara. I'll tell her that message Jesse. See you later," Sara said heading towards the gate.
"Thank you.Sara." Jesse managed to whisper as he stared at the retreating figure of the granddaughter of the girl that he loved. Well it was evident of the choice that Winnie had made, and that decision was right in front of his face. It was Sara, her granddaughter that looked almost exactly like her. Just as beautiful, but much more untamed, yet perhaps as gentle?
Turning the ignition key, Jesse flooded the small engine and stepped on the gas pedal and zoomed off in complete misery. Sadness flowed through him like a plague that had been long forgotten.
Note from the writer: Please review! I want to know what you think of it! I'll soon be reviewing about Tuck Everlasting so things will be more correct. Did I depict Jesse okay? Please tell me what you think.