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to Natalie Babbit, and Natalie Babbit along. Props to her book, which I
loved.
A/N: Didn't like the ending of the book, so thank God for fanfiction.
It was Winnie Foster's seventeenth birthday. She remembered the little bottle that Jessie Tuck had given her nearly seven years ago. She pulled it out from a drawer and looked at it. It was half empty. Half of it she had given to a toad years ago. She had given it to her toad. She had poured it on him to save his life...and that she did. She remembered Jessie and his whole family. She loved them all. Now, today was her choice. Should she drink the water or not? Should she choose to spend the rest of her life with Jessie? She looked towards the ground. What if Jessie never came back for her? That thought kept occurring to her. It would be awful if she drank the water and then never saw Jessie again. She sighed and thought about Jessie...she knew that he still looked the same as usual. She laughed. What a silly thing to even think about? About him looking the same. Of course he looked the same; and it all was the spring's fault. She decided to take a walk outside and think about her decision.
"Winnie, where are you going?" asked Winnie's mother. She looked worried. "You know what happens when you go out."
"Ma, that was seven years ago. I'm seventeen now. I'm much older and wiser than I used to be," defended Winnie.
Winnie's mother laughed. "That's what you think. You near scared me to death seven years ago. Your poor father too, and..." Winnie's mother paused. She covered her mouth and choked back some tears. "...and your dear, dear grandmother. God bless her soul."
Winnie gave her mother a comforting hug, and then walked outside. She walked to a grave right near their house. It was her grandmother's grave. Winnie closed her eyes and pictured her grandmother as she was when she was living. She was always very protective and careful of Winnie. It bothered Winnie when she was alive...her grandmother never giving her any air to breath. No freedom at all. Now, she would give anything to have her grandmother back...even her over protective nature. The tragic event happened two years ago, yet it still seemed like yesterday. She still could hear her voice. Yes, she still could hear it.
She opened her eyes and looked at the little bottle in her hand. If she drank the water, not only would she experience her parents' deaths, but the deaths of her fellow race. She would probably even witness the end of the universe, the end of all of mankind. No longer, would there be the race of man. She blinked away a tear. The only thing that made her want to drink the water was Jessie. She wanted to be his wife and to spend eternity with him.
"Winnie! You out there?" asked her mother. Winnie sighed.
"Yes, mother!" she responded.
"Don't go spending too much longer by yourself," said her mother.
"Yes, mother," muttered Winnie. She sighed and held up the glass bottle. This was the defining moment. The moment that would change her life forever. The moment that would make her immortal. Her heart pounded as she brought the bottle up to her mouth. Slowly, she drank the water...every last bit.
A/N: Sorry...this is a poor excuse for a chapter. It's so short, but I hope you liked it anyway. I have only wrote Lizzie McGuire fanfiction before, so this is really different for me. I hope you enjoyed it. Please read and review and have a great day! :-)
A/N: Didn't like the ending of the book, so thank God for fanfiction.
It was Winnie Foster's seventeenth birthday. She remembered the little bottle that Jessie Tuck had given her nearly seven years ago. She pulled it out from a drawer and looked at it. It was half empty. Half of it she had given to a toad years ago. She had given it to her toad. She had poured it on him to save his life...and that she did. She remembered Jessie and his whole family. She loved them all. Now, today was her choice. Should she drink the water or not? Should she choose to spend the rest of her life with Jessie? She looked towards the ground. What if Jessie never came back for her? That thought kept occurring to her. It would be awful if she drank the water and then never saw Jessie again. She sighed and thought about Jessie...she knew that he still looked the same as usual. She laughed. What a silly thing to even think about? About him looking the same. Of course he looked the same; and it all was the spring's fault. She decided to take a walk outside and think about her decision.
"Winnie, where are you going?" asked Winnie's mother. She looked worried. "You know what happens when you go out."
"Ma, that was seven years ago. I'm seventeen now. I'm much older and wiser than I used to be," defended Winnie.
Winnie's mother laughed. "That's what you think. You near scared me to death seven years ago. Your poor father too, and..." Winnie's mother paused. She covered her mouth and choked back some tears. "...and your dear, dear grandmother. God bless her soul."
Winnie gave her mother a comforting hug, and then walked outside. She walked to a grave right near their house. It was her grandmother's grave. Winnie closed her eyes and pictured her grandmother as she was when she was living. She was always very protective and careful of Winnie. It bothered Winnie when she was alive...her grandmother never giving her any air to breath. No freedom at all. Now, she would give anything to have her grandmother back...even her over protective nature. The tragic event happened two years ago, yet it still seemed like yesterday. She still could hear her voice. Yes, she still could hear it.
She opened her eyes and looked at the little bottle in her hand. If she drank the water, not only would she experience her parents' deaths, but the deaths of her fellow race. She would probably even witness the end of the universe, the end of all of mankind. No longer, would there be the race of man. She blinked away a tear. The only thing that made her want to drink the water was Jessie. She wanted to be his wife and to spend eternity with him.
"Winnie! You out there?" asked her mother. Winnie sighed.
"Yes, mother!" she responded.
"Don't go spending too much longer by yourself," said her mother.
"Yes, mother," muttered Winnie. She sighed and held up the glass bottle. This was the defining moment. The moment that would change her life forever. The moment that would make her immortal. Her heart pounded as she brought the bottle up to her mouth. Slowly, she drank the water...every last bit.
A/N: Sorry...this is a poor excuse for a chapter. It's so short, but I hope you liked it anyway. I have only wrote Lizzie McGuire fanfiction before, so this is really different for me. I hope you enjoyed it. Please read and review and have a great day! :-)