Disclaimer: I don't own this book, movie, nor the characters. They belong
to Natalie Babbit, and Natalie Babbit alone. Props to her book, which I
loved.
A/N: Here's the second chapter. Enjoy.
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Winnie drank the water and glared at the bottle in her hand. What had she done? Was it worth it? She wasn't quite sure, but she put her trust in Jesse, hoping that he would return. She collapsed to the ground and started crying. She loved him so much that she gave up her mortality for him. "Is it worth it?" she sobbed. "Is it worth it?" She cradled her head in her hands, and then rocked herself back and forth. Then an awful thought struck her: "What if I never see Jesse again?" Then even worse than that: "What if he doesn't love me?"
She picked up the bottle and looked at it. It seemed precious and dear to her at that moment. It was a thing that Jesse gave her. But it was a choice that she made; a choice that was all her own and only hers to make. It was her being, her body that she chose to live immortally.
"Winnie! The wind is blowing awfully hard out there. You'd better come in. At least get a jacket or something," yelled Winnie's mother from the front porch.
Winnie rose up from her seated position. "Yes, mother," she said obediently. Her dear mother had no idea what her daughter was up to. Winnie wouldn't let her know, either. "She would just punish me," thought Winnie.
Winnie stepped inside and went to her room. She brushed her hair as she looked in the mirror. Jesse Tuck was out there somewhere. He /I to be waiting for her, right? Would he be able to recognize her from when they last saw each other? She was only ten then, now she was practically a woman. "I miss him," she thought, "I miss his whole family. Mae, Tuck, and Miles."
Mae had seemed like a mother figure to her. She saved Winnie from the man in the yellow suit. For that, Winnie was extremely grateful. That was exactly what any mother would do to protect her child. Winnie often wondered if Mae had wanted a daughter to dress up or do mother-daughter things with. Winnie loved her own mother very much, but there was a large space in her heart for Mae as well. Winnie hoped to see her again...soon.
Life for Winnie hadn't changed much since she was ten years old. She was still treated like the same ten-year-old girl that she no longer was. She wanted to be free and independent...to be able to try out her wings without any help. But she was also scared of the world beyond her fence...the world which she only caught a glimpse of ten years ago. One man who had seemed a friend, became an enemy. A family which had seemed like cruel kidnappers, became her friends. One thing she certainly learned from that incident was never to judge a book by its cover. She prayed to God that she would never make that same mistake again. She wanted to remain wise to the world around her, but to be friendly as well.
Some things had changed though. Winnie from a few people was regarded as a hero. Many of the school children that had preciously thought she was weird, applauded her courageousness. She was looked upon as a hero by many, and as a model figure. Winnie was more of a shy person, because of her lack of contact with the outside world, and all of the attention she tried to ward off. She didn't save Mae Tuck to become famous; she did it merely as an act of friendship. A few guys during the years had come to the house asking to see her. She had, but they seemed to be looking for a personal relationship. She simply told them that she was not open to courting at the moment, and that she was keeping a promise that she made to a dear friend. She wasn't in the least bit interested in them anyway.
The sound of the wind howling sidetracked her thoughts as she looked out the window. She thought about Jesse again. What was he doing? Was he thinking of her too?
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A/N: Wow. This is just so hard for me to write this. Lizzie McGuire is so different. At least this is probably somewhat helping my writing skills. Thanx to my one reviewer, "sandystar72": Thanx so much for reviewing! I hope you like this chapter. Again, the chapters are incredibly short, but bear with me here. Plus, in that respect, it is like the book. Many chapters were quite short. But they were very entertaining. Hopefully, this one will pick up pace soon. One more thing: totally off topic, but it has something to do with my penname. Go Avs! Hang in there! I'm rooting for ya!
Please review and have a great day! If this story is enjoyable to you, I want to know. I want to know if I should continue with it, or drop it all together. Please review! :-)
A/N: Here's the second chapter. Enjoy.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Winnie drank the water and glared at the bottle in her hand. What had she done? Was it worth it? She wasn't quite sure, but she put her trust in Jesse, hoping that he would return. She collapsed to the ground and started crying. She loved him so much that she gave up her mortality for him. "Is it worth it?" she sobbed. "Is it worth it?" She cradled her head in her hands, and then rocked herself back and forth. Then an awful thought struck her: "What if I never see Jesse again?" Then even worse than that: "What if he doesn't love me?"
She picked up the bottle and looked at it. It seemed precious and dear to her at that moment. It was a thing that Jesse gave her. But it was a choice that she made; a choice that was all her own and only hers to make. It was her being, her body that she chose to live immortally.
"Winnie! The wind is blowing awfully hard out there. You'd better come in. At least get a jacket or something," yelled Winnie's mother from the front porch.
Winnie rose up from her seated position. "Yes, mother," she said obediently. Her dear mother had no idea what her daughter was up to. Winnie wouldn't let her know, either. "She would just punish me," thought Winnie.
Winnie stepped inside and went to her room. She brushed her hair as she looked in the mirror. Jesse Tuck was out there somewhere. He /I to be waiting for her, right? Would he be able to recognize her from when they last saw each other? She was only ten then, now she was practically a woman. "I miss him," she thought, "I miss his whole family. Mae, Tuck, and Miles."
Mae had seemed like a mother figure to her. She saved Winnie from the man in the yellow suit. For that, Winnie was extremely grateful. That was exactly what any mother would do to protect her child. Winnie often wondered if Mae had wanted a daughter to dress up or do mother-daughter things with. Winnie loved her own mother very much, but there was a large space in her heart for Mae as well. Winnie hoped to see her again...soon.
Life for Winnie hadn't changed much since she was ten years old. She was still treated like the same ten-year-old girl that she no longer was. She wanted to be free and independent...to be able to try out her wings without any help. But she was also scared of the world beyond her fence...the world which she only caught a glimpse of ten years ago. One man who had seemed a friend, became an enemy. A family which had seemed like cruel kidnappers, became her friends. One thing she certainly learned from that incident was never to judge a book by its cover. She prayed to God that she would never make that same mistake again. She wanted to remain wise to the world around her, but to be friendly as well.
Some things had changed though. Winnie from a few people was regarded as a hero. Many of the school children that had preciously thought she was weird, applauded her courageousness. She was looked upon as a hero by many, and as a model figure. Winnie was more of a shy person, because of her lack of contact with the outside world, and all of the attention she tried to ward off. She didn't save Mae Tuck to become famous; she did it merely as an act of friendship. A few guys during the years had come to the house asking to see her. She had, but they seemed to be looking for a personal relationship. She simply told them that she was not open to courting at the moment, and that she was keeping a promise that she made to a dear friend. She wasn't in the least bit interested in them anyway.
The sound of the wind howling sidetracked her thoughts as she looked out the window. She thought about Jesse again. What was he doing? Was he thinking of her too?
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A/N: Wow. This is just so hard for me to write this. Lizzie McGuire is so different. At least this is probably somewhat helping my writing skills. Thanx to my one reviewer, "sandystar72": Thanx so much for reviewing! I hope you like this chapter. Again, the chapters are incredibly short, but bear with me here. Plus, in that respect, it is like the book. Many chapters were quite short. But they were very entertaining. Hopefully, this one will pick up pace soon. One more thing: totally off topic, but it has something to do with my penname. Go Avs! Hang in there! I'm rooting for ya!
Please review and have a great day! If this story is enjoyable to you, I want to know. I want to know if I should continue with it, or drop it all together. Please review! :-)