Chapter

2

Winnie bolted from the Foster house after getting permissionn from her mother. She walked silently through the woods again. This time she didn't feel magic. She felt sadness, lost love, and depression. She burried her face in her hands and wept. Why oh why hadn't she simply drank Jesse's water? What was wrong with her? It was only a wise decision. You love him, she told herself. But she knew that she'd been right not to. Tuck had told her not to. She didn't either. "Do not be afraid of death but rather the unlived life." His words echoes in her head. Had she lived her life? Had she really? She hadn't done anything with a great amount of adventure but...she'd still lived. Maybe not. Maybe she should begin living. Right now. She ran through the beaitful, comforting woods and back to her safe, farmiliar home. It dawned on her then, she had only done what was farmiliar to her. Perhaps doing something unfarmiliar would help her live.

"Mother!" She gasped as she got into the house.

"Winifred, what is it, darling?" Her mother spun around, teacup in her hand.

"I..." But Winnie could not say anything. What would she say? Maybe she should've forgotten...no. She forced herself to go on.

"Yes, Winifred?" Her mother looked at her intently.

"Mother, I would like to go on a journey." She announced.

"Winifred! Where to?" Her mother gasped.

"Someplace far. Far away." Winnie grinned at the thought. The world was hers to take.

"Winifred!" Her mother scolded her for just the thought.

"To the Eiffel Tower. In Paris." Winnie remembered that Jesse had wanted to do that with her. He'd said it was amazing.

"How will you arrive there?" Her mother wondered curiously.

"By boat I'l...

"You're not going anyway. It's ridiculous."

"Mother! Please." Winnie begged.

"Winifred, I can't have you trapsing around the country." Her mother continued.

Winnie pleaded until her mother finally agreed.

"Thank you mother! Thank you!" Winnie giggled.

"On one condition. I'm coming with you. So is your father." Her mother announced.

Winne smiled, "Alright."

"Excellent. We'll arrange for the trip soon." Her mother patted her on the shoulder.

"Thank you." Winnie hugged her mother.

"Head up for bed." Her mother smiled, grimly.

"Alright." Winnie nodded. She floated upstairs to her tiny bedroom. She slept dreaming only of the Eiffel Tower. And Jesse Tuck.