Hello! I hope you like my story as this is the first one I've done for Tuck Everlasting. So here goes nothing...I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Tuck Everlasting nor am I Natalie Babbit.

Rain drops spilled from the sky and landed with a loud pattering on the roof. I sat in my room reading when I heard the rhythmic tune of rain falling on the house. I let out a deep sigh and put Pride and Prejudice back on the shelf. I looked out the window, resting my head against it. The grass was a lush green for early spring and my mother's flowers were just beginning to grow back after the short winter. The trees were sprouting their new leaves. The sky was crowded with wispy gray rain clouds showering the town and surrounding forest.

I began thinking about the events of that summer long ago. Thinking about how everything out there was living. Plants, animals, people, stories, ideas...and it all would eventually die. That is except the Tucks. It seemed so long ago, but time passes quickly in a big world. Hours turn into days and days turn into weeks and before you know it a year has come and gone without so much as batting an eyelash. Four years had passed since they left Treegap. And still I was here waiting for them- for him. My window fogged up, obstructing my view. Instead of just wiping it off, I began to lazily draw.

"WINNIE!" my mother hollered from downstairs. "Are you going to keep lounging around in your room or are you going to come down here and celebrate your birthday with us?"

I reluctantly left my seat and my window pane drawing of the tree. Nobody knew about the tree but the Tucks and I, and I intended to keep it that way.

"...Happy birthday dear Winnifred. Happy birthday to you!" my parents sang to me before I blew the candles out. I thought of my wish and gave a huff as the flames went out. My family cheered.

"What did you wish for, Winnie?" my father inquired. I give him a small smile.

"Well I would tell you, but then it wouldn't come true. Now would it?" He begins to comment, but gets cut off by Mother ushering us into the parlor for presents. I sit on the plush corduroy couch. In front of me sat a large pile of presents, lavishly wrapped and stylishly decorated with bows, ribbons and papers of all colors.

"Alright now, this one's from your Uncle Stanley." A croquet set. Fun!

"This is from Aunt Clara." Oh, the new perfume from France she was raving about last month.

"This is from Nanny Cooper." Yarn and knitting needles, interesting choice.

"And last but not least this is from us." Mother hands me an envelope with my name beautifully written on. My parents smile down at me as I tear the package open. Out fall three pieces of paper. I pick the papers up and stare down at them. I slowly turn them over and my jaw drops to the floor. My parents' smiles could not have been brighter as I abruptly stood up and gave them what probably would be the biggest, warmest hug I will ever give them which they happily returned. In my hands I held three tickets for a ship to France.


"Yes. Your father and I decided it was high time you saw the world beyond Treegap. We had been planning a holiday to visit family and see all that there is to see and thought you should have the opporitunity to go as well."

"Thank you so much!"

"But umm...there is one thing. You won't be with us per say," my father sheepishly admited.

"I don't understand."

"Well, your father and I want to see family for most of the vacation and thought you'd like to see the city and the popular sites as well. So, your father hired a travel guide to go with you to Paris."

Everything stopped around me. The guests milling about chatting and laughing, the clock chiming somewhere off in the house, even the rain outside stopped pouring. We were going to France and I'd be on my own with a stranger? How could they do this to me?

"So I'm going to be on my own in Paris with a stranger?"

"No darling, not at all!" Mother exclaimed, shocked that I would even think that.

"He's a friend of the family and is a highly renowned guide when it comes to Paris. I met up with him last week and he said he was headed to Paris. So I asked him if he wouldn't mind spending a holiday with you and he said he'd be delighted to! He'll meet us when we dock in Paris," Father explained, attempting to ease my worries.

I gave a sigh. I needed to think this through when the party was over. I looked at my parents. Seeing that they were expecting an answer of some sort, I asked them, "When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow morning, ten o'clock sharp," Father replied. I nodded, got up and tried to enjoy the rest of my party.

So, thoughts? Horrible? Brilliant? Incredibly amazing or stupid? PLEASE review! Thank you and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter :)