|Same looks But different person
Author: Patty Loves Giraffes PM
Winnie Foster has been dead for quite some time now. But when her granddaughter gets caught in the same position will she pick immortality or die like the rest of us? Jesse x OC. Please R&RRated: Fiction K - English - Words: 894 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Published: 12-03-11 - id: 7605155
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Disclaimer: I do not own Tuck Everlasting the book of the movie!
I stared up at the ceiling in my bedroom thinking about my late grandmother Winnie. I loved her and she always shared stories about immortals and how she was swept off her feet by a man named Jesse Tuck. Sadly they never reunited and she died and what she said he would remain even if all humanity died off the Tucks would still remain.
Sighing and thinking of nothing else to do than explore the old woods in the back I swept my body off of the pink covers on my bed making them wrinkle a little bit and walked to the old wooden door. I snuck past my bickering parents that were very old fashioned and wanted me to be a lady and marry someone who is rich and carry our family. My eyes wondered to the white gate that was still pristine after all of these years.
I made my way into the woods as I ducked from low branches and hanging moss. Finally I got to where I wanted to be. In a little clearing they rested a tombstone that had my grandmother's name on it. It read:
In loving memory
Winifred Foster Jackson
Dear Wife-Dear Mother
I looked at the tombstone in disdain. How can a woman with so much life die? I never understand it. I wish she didn't die I wish she lived forever like the people in her stories. Her voice still echoes inside of my head always saying 'don't be afraid of death, dear be afraid of the un-living' it sounded like someone said those words to her like someone who knows what it's like to be unchanging and always living.
I groaned and walked over to some flowers and started picking. Her favorite flowers littered the ground. I picked the primroses and bundled them up and putting it on the tombstone.
"Rest in peace, grandmother" I whispered quietly as I sat down. I began to feel sleepy as grandmother's words softly sounded through my ears. I closed my blue eyes and slept grandmother's voice still pouring into my ears.
'Winnie, would you like to hear a story of a young girl that fell in love?' I nodded anxiously as grandmother chuckled and took a deep breath.
'Well it all started before Treegap was how it was now and so this girl was bored of her old life and wanted some adventure she wanted to travel the world' grandmother's story continued as she came to last line.
'And that young girl never forgot about the family she met that summer or the boy she fell in love with.' Grandmother's story ended and that's when my dream ended too and I woke up to footsteps.
I rubbed my tired eyes and looked up to see who disturbed my little nap.
"Whose there?" I asked as the figure came into view. The figure had long brown hair and brown eyes. He had pale skin and somewhat full lips. He was staring right at me too and I didn't even know why.
"Winnie" the figure whispers. "I was told you were dead" he says. At this point I am lost. I put my hand up in the air as if I was in class.
"Um, excuse me how do you know my named?" I ask the mysterious boy who just called me by my nickname. My real name is Winifred I was named after my grandmother and was the only one to call my Winnie.
"You mean you don't remember me?" The figure asks obviously he was very confused and so was I.
"What are you saying I haven't met you a day in my life!" I told him. He still looked puzzled of how I didn't know him and I was still confused of how he knew my name. Then it hit me. This boy looked exactly like the boy grandmother described in her stories. Same hair, eyes, and face he was defiantly grandmother's lost love.
"Jesse?" I asked the boy who was still staring right at me. His face lightened up and his frown turned into a smile.
"You do remember me!" He says. He comes walking towards me and he lifts me up in the air and twirls me around.
"Hey what are you doing?" I surprised that he just lifted me off. He puts me down and gives me a questioning look.
"Winnie, what happened?"
"Jesse Tuck, I am not the Winnie you think I am. The Winnie you know told me stories of you and described you to me. The Winnie you know is my grandmother. The Winnie you know is dead." I tell him. His face falls and he begins to walk away from me looking terrified.
"You're lying aren't you? You are not her granddaughter you can't be" he says not believing me.
"I don't lie, Jesse Tuck I speak of nothing but the truth and so did my grandmother." I told him.
"It was a pleasure meeting you now but I must go my parents might be worried." I walked back to my house leaving Jesse Tuck my grandmother's lost love standing there shaking his head.