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A/N: Well, here's chapter 3! Leave me lots and lots of reviews, it makes me happy! (hehe)
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Tuck Everlasting: A Different Ending
Chapter 3
Adele Jackson gracefully stepped out of the taxi cab she had been riding in. She placed some coins into a slot in the side of the car door, and quickly thanked the driver. She glanced all around her, attempting to take in everything at once. However, it is quite difficult to take in all of Madison Square Garden in one glance. She let out a long sigh, and quickly but elegantly walked up to a small botique with a neon lit sign with the name Jisele in cursive writing on it. A small grin adorned her face as the door vanished into thin air, and she gracefully entered the shop.
"Adele, how are you?" a young, thin, short lady with shoulder length, straight black hair, pale skin, and rosy cheeks greeted her. She looked to be about in her 20s, and looked quite pleasant indeed.
"I'm just fine, Macilie," Adele replied as she walked up to the humble young lady.
"Good, good," Macilie replied happily while walking over to Adele. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"No, not at the moment," Adele replied sadly. "I'm just here to browse, I suppose."
"Ofcourse," Macilie said cheerfully. "Just give me a holler if you need me!" Adele smiled to herself. Macilie was one of the nicest people she knew. There weren't that many nice people these days, and in New York City it was even rarer to find a truly pleasant person. Her light pink sweater/dress that went just past her thighs was very loose, with a navy blue belt around her waist. She had on gray, wool pants, and flat, tan mocassin-like sandals. The style was all the rage in Europe at the moment, and the trend was seen all over the streets of New York. That was why Adele liked Jisele so much, it reminded her of all of the shops she used to visit, especially with the friendly service. Adele herself was dressed in A sky blue, tight fitting, cotton turtleneck, with a pastel pink corduroy skirt reaching just past her knees. On her feet were knee length cotton boots matching her sweater. Her large hoop earings, wavy blonde hair, and dramatic makeup made her look even lovelier. Everyone was wearing smoky black eyeliner and shadow these days, and light pink everywhere else. (Of course, just the girls, not boys)
After she picked out a purple silk dress for an upcoming ball being held by the mayor of New York City, she made her way to the register, to glance at the newspaper Macilie was reading.
"Can you believe it?" Macilie asked her as she carefully placed the dress into a box. "China, Japan, Iraq, Albania, and Kazakhstan have declared war on Germany, Great Britain, Italy, Spain, Dijibouti, Russia, and the United States. It's confirmed that this is the beginning of World War IV."
"That's terrible," Adele replied. "Gosh, it seems like only yesterday when we conquered the Latvians to take World War III."
"I know," Macilie replied, almost sadly. "Things are changing so much." The truth was, it had been thirty whole years since that day that Adele had met Jesse Tuck at the woods beside her grandmother's house. And Adele hadn't seen him since. She knew that she was meant to be with Jesse, and she thought about him everyday. She also knew that fate would most likely bring them together. After all, they had all the time in the world, didn't they?
"Well, here you go, Adele," Macilie said, handing Adele a light sea green bag with the words Jisele in cursive writing on the side. "Have a safe trip home, okay? When those taxis fly they can get quite out of control."
"I'm sure I will be fine, Macilie, but thanks all the same," Adele replied as she walked out of the shop. Adele was quite wealthy now, and she was living in a large flat in the upper east side of New York City. She had decided about twenty years ago to invest in a small, unknown computer company by the name of Danki, and shortly afterwards, it had become the wealthiest company in the world. Of course, Adele had struck it rich, being one of their highest investors. So, she had sold at exactly the right time, just at the company's peak, and slowly it decreased, but Adele had played her part, and become filthy rich in the process. She had had all different kinds of jobs since thirty years ago. She would take up a new identity about every five years. Sometimes she would be Winifred Jackson, sometimes Elizabeth Foster, sometimes Matilda Perry, sometimes Melissa Ratford, sometimes Jaclyn Moore, and she had finally returned to Adele Foster Jackson. The only person that knew of her true identity was Macilie, her truest and best friend. They had been friends for ten years now, since Macilie was sixteen. They had met when Adele had moved to New York City ten years ago.
As Adele began to hail a taxi cab, someone came sprinting down the sidewalk, and collided with Adele.
"I'm so incredibly sorry," the man apoligized as he picked up his briefcase, and took off down the sidewalk again. Adele peered at the back of his head, and a familiar feeling crept up on her. That hair and voice were familiar, too familiar. And then she realized it. That was the hair and voice of Jesse Tuck.
"Wait!" she screamed suddenly. But it was too late, the man was already gone.
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I know, I know, I'M EVIL! Well, I'll try to update as soon as I can. I realize this was kind of a sucky chapter, but I'll try to update soon.
-Teagan Magdalena
A/N: Well, here's chapter 3! Leave me lots and lots of reviews, it makes me happy! (hehe)
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Tuck Everlasting: A Different Ending
Chapter 3
Adele Jackson gracefully stepped out of the taxi cab she had been riding in. She placed some coins into a slot in the side of the car door, and quickly thanked the driver. She glanced all around her, attempting to take in everything at once. However, it is quite difficult to take in all of Madison Square Garden in one glance. She let out a long sigh, and quickly but elegantly walked up to a small botique with a neon lit sign with the name Jisele in cursive writing on it. A small grin adorned her face as the door vanished into thin air, and she gracefully entered the shop.
"Adele, how are you?" a young, thin, short lady with shoulder length, straight black hair, pale skin, and rosy cheeks greeted her. She looked to be about in her 20s, and looked quite pleasant indeed.
"I'm just fine, Macilie," Adele replied as she walked up to the humble young lady.
"Good, good," Macilie replied happily while walking over to Adele. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"No, not at the moment," Adele replied sadly. "I'm just here to browse, I suppose."
"Ofcourse," Macilie said cheerfully. "Just give me a holler if you need me!" Adele smiled to herself. Macilie was one of the nicest people she knew. There weren't that many nice people these days, and in New York City it was even rarer to find a truly pleasant person. Her light pink sweater/dress that went just past her thighs was very loose, with a navy blue belt around her waist. She had on gray, wool pants, and flat, tan mocassin-like sandals. The style was all the rage in Europe at the moment, and the trend was seen all over the streets of New York. That was why Adele liked Jisele so much, it reminded her of all of the shops she used to visit, especially with the friendly service. Adele herself was dressed in A sky blue, tight fitting, cotton turtleneck, with a pastel pink corduroy skirt reaching just past her knees. On her feet were knee length cotton boots matching her sweater. Her large hoop earings, wavy blonde hair, and dramatic makeup made her look even lovelier. Everyone was wearing smoky black eyeliner and shadow these days, and light pink everywhere else. (Of course, just the girls, not boys)
After she picked out a purple silk dress for an upcoming ball being held by the mayor of New York City, she made her way to the register, to glance at the newspaper Macilie was reading.
"Can you believe it?" Macilie asked her as she carefully placed the dress into a box. "China, Japan, Iraq, Albania, and Kazakhstan have declared war on Germany, Great Britain, Italy, Spain, Dijibouti, Russia, and the United States. It's confirmed that this is the beginning of World War IV."
"That's terrible," Adele replied. "Gosh, it seems like only yesterday when we conquered the Latvians to take World War III."
"I know," Macilie replied, almost sadly. "Things are changing so much." The truth was, it had been thirty whole years since that day that Adele had met Jesse Tuck at the woods beside her grandmother's house. And Adele hadn't seen him since. She knew that she was meant to be with Jesse, and she thought about him everyday. She also knew that fate would most likely bring them together. After all, they had all the time in the world, didn't they?
"Well, here you go, Adele," Macilie said, handing Adele a light sea green bag with the words Jisele in cursive writing on the side. "Have a safe trip home, okay? When those taxis fly they can get quite out of control."
"I'm sure I will be fine, Macilie, but thanks all the same," Adele replied as she walked out of the shop. Adele was quite wealthy now, and she was living in a large flat in the upper east side of New York City. She had decided about twenty years ago to invest in a small, unknown computer company by the name of Danki, and shortly afterwards, it had become the wealthiest company in the world. Of course, Adele had struck it rich, being one of their highest investors. So, she had sold at exactly the right time, just at the company's peak, and slowly it decreased, but Adele had played her part, and become filthy rich in the process. She had had all different kinds of jobs since thirty years ago. She would take up a new identity about every five years. Sometimes she would be Winifred Jackson, sometimes Elizabeth Foster, sometimes Matilda Perry, sometimes Melissa Ratford, sometimes Jaclyn Moore, and she had finally returned to Adele Foster Jackson. The only person that knew of her true identity was Macilie, her truest and best friend. They had been friends for ten years now, since Macilie was sixteen. They had met when Adele had moved to New York City ten years ago.
As Adele began to hail a taxi cab, someone came sprinting down the sidewalk, and collided with Adele.
"I'm so incredibly sorry," the man apoligized as he picked up his briefcase, and took off down the sidewalk again. Adele peered at the back of his head, and a familiar feeling crept up on her. That hair and voice were familiar, too familiar. And then she realized it. That was the hair and voice of Jesse Tuck.
"Wait!" she screamed suddenly. But it was too late, the man was already gone.
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I know, I know, I'M EVIL! Well, I'll try to update as soon as I can. I realize this was kind of a sucky chapter, but I'll try to update soon.
-Teagan Magdalena