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 third chapter. (Finally!) Enjoy.
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Chapter 3
After highly contemplating the thought, Winnie Foster decided that she must leave to find her dear Jesse. She couldn't figure out how to tell her mom, so she decided to run away. She rummaged through her things and picked out several dresses and skirts. She combed her shoulder-length hair and then rolled it into a bun. She stuffed some food into a pack. Then, she remembered something. She leaned over and pulled a glass jar out from behind her dresser. She twisted the lid and poured the contents out onto her bed. Her life savings was in there. Winnie saved most of the money she got, since she wasn't allowed to go into town very much. Throughout her life, she had saved a large sum of money. She stuffed the money into her purse. The last thing she grabbed to pack was a picture of her family. She gently brushed her finger across it. Tears swelled up in her eyes. How could she leave them? Her mother? Her mother would be heart broken.
Winnie pulled a sheet of paper of her desk and began to write:
*My Dearest Mother,
By the time you read this, I would have been gone a while now. I made a hard decision, but I thought in the end that I must go. My reason for this is, I have to get out and follow my heart. My heart is young and craving adventure. I wish I could tell you more, but I can't. Please, mother, do not worry about me. I'll be fine and well off in the end. I love you and father, and always will. Don't try to follow me; I need to go now. You will remain in my heart always.
Wishing you all the best,
Winnie*
Winnie folded it into thirds and put "Mother" on the front in large letters so that she would not miss it. Then she placed the letter on her bed, rubbed her dreary eyes and wept. She was struggling with her inner self. Part of her wanting to run off and find Jesse. The other part wanted to stay home and be safe. She wasn't sure which was the right choice, but the first one kept rattling her brain. "If I don't leave," she thought, "then I'll regret it. Years later, I would've wondered what would've happened if I had followed him."
She pulled out another sheet of paper and tried to write out her feelings. She didn't write that much, but when she did, found that it helped her sort out her feelings.
I'm struggling
To make a decision
Should I go find him?
Or should I stay home?
I want it so much
Just to feel his touch
But now that the day has come
I want to stay home.
She sighed and reread her writing. She rolled her eyes and crumpled the paper and threw it out the window. "Why can't I write?" she asked herself aloud.
What she didn't know was that outside her window, someone was watching her every move. When the paper flew in the sky, it was picked up. The person sneered. "Ah," chuckled the individual, "just what I was looking for!"
Then the shadow crept along in the darkness of the night.
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A/N: Hey! What's up, y'all? Tell me what you think of this chapter, please! I don't want to have to beg or threaten for reviews. It would make me happy if you dropped me a line. Do you like? Do you hate? Should I continue? Cuz right now, I hate to think it, but it seems like this is just being written for me. If you have been reading this and am glad I updated, thanks be to sandystar72. If you wouldn't have reviewed, I wouldn't have updated. I kinda forgot about this fic, and you reminded me. Thanks also goes to Moniqua for the review. Keep reading and reviewing, people! I want to know that I'm not just writing this for myself. Have a cool day.
A/N: Here's the third chapter. (Finally!) Enjoy.
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Chapter 3
After highly contemplating the thought, Winnie Foster decided that she must leave to find her dear Jesse. She couldn't figure out how to tell her mom, so she decided to run away. She rummaged through her things and picked out several dresses and skirts. She combed her shoulder-length hair and then rolled it into a bun. She stuffed some food into a pack. Then, she remembered something. She leaned over and pulled a glass jar out from behind her dresser. She twisted the lid and poured the contents out onto her bed. Her life savings was in there. Winnie saved most of the money she got, since she wasn't allowed to go into town very much. Throughout her life, she had saved a large sum of money. She stuffed the money into her purse. The last thing she grabbed to pack was a picture of her family. She gently brushed her finger across it. Tears swelled up in her eyes. How could she leave them? Her mother? Her mother would be heart broken.
Winnie pulled a sheet of paper of her desk and began to write:
*My Dearest Mother,
By the time you read this, I would have been gone a while now. I made a hard decision, but I thought in the end that I must go. My reason for this is, I have to get out and follow my heart. My heart is young and craving adventure. I wish I could tell you more, but I can't. Please, mother, do not worry about me. I'll be fine and well off in the end. I love you and father, and always will. Don't try to follow me; I need to go now. You will remain in my heart always.
Wishing you all the best,
Winnie*
Winnie folded it into thirds and put "Mother" on the front in large letters so that she would not miss it. Then she placed the letter on her bed, rubbed her dreary eyes and wept. She was struggling with her inner self. Part of her wanting to run off and find Jesse. The other part wanted to stay home and be safe. She wasn't sure which was the right choice, but the first one kept rattling her brain. "If I don't leave," she thought, "then I'll regret it. Years later, I would've wondered what would've happened if I had followed him."
She pulled out another sheet of paper and tried to write out her feelings. She didn't write that much, but when she did, found that it helped her sort out her feelings.
I'm struggling
To make a decision
Should I go find him?
Or should I stay home?
I want it so much
Just to feel his touch
But now that the day has come
I want to stay home.
She sighed and reread her writing. She rolled her eyes and crumpled the paper and threw it out the window. "Why can't I write?" she asked herself aloud.
What she didn't know was that outside her window, someone was watching her every move. When the paper flew in the sky, it was picked up. The person sneered. "Ah," chuckled the individual, "just what I was looking for!"
Then the shadow crept along in the darkness of the night.
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A/N: Hey! What's up, y'all? Tell me what you think of this chapter, please! I don't want to have to beg or threaten for reviews. It would make me happy if you dropped me a line. Do you like? Do you hate? Should I continue? Cuz right now, I hate to think it, but it seems like this is just being written for me. If you have been reading this and am glad I updated, thanks be to sandystar72. If you wouldn't have reviewed, I wouldn't have updated. I kinda forgot about this fic, and you reminded me. Thanks also goes to Moniqua for the review. Keep reading and reviewing, people! I want to know that I'm not just writing this for myself. Have a cool day.