February, 2001
Tuck Everlasting . . . . the final chapter
(created by students from A-6). . . . As the night passed, the constable came to check on her many times, but Winnie puffed herself up as best she could and looked at the opposite wall.
In the morning, the constable opened the cell and grabbed her, but the blanket fell off. The look on the constable's face was of extreme anger. He yelled and two deputies came running.
"What's wrong, sir?" one asked.
"What's wrong! Our prisoner's escaped!" the constable screeched.
"We'll find her right away sir!" the second deputy said.
"If you were older, I'd send you to the gallows," the constable roared.
The constable dragged Winnie out the door toward her home. Deputies raced in all directions looking for Mae. When they got to Winnie's home, a bombardment of yelling greeted them. The rest of the day was a normal, hot August day though.
That night as she was tucked into bed, she knew that the Tuck's were safe forever.
By Ian
Tuck Everlasting . . . . the final chapter
. . . . "I can't believe she's really dead," said Jesse.
"Well I guess it's for the best. Let's go see if her house is still there," Mae said.
As they came up to the gate they saw a young girl about the age of seventeen. "Jesse!" she shouted.
"But I thought you were dead," said Jesse.
"No," laughed Winnie. "I got some of the water and drank it when I was seventeen. After that I left town for a few years. My family searched and searched for me until they finally gave up and assumed I died, and that's why there's a grave with my name on it."
"That explains everything," exclaimed Jesse.
"Why don't you two go along a go somewhere, or travel around the world or something," said Mae. "Miles is going to find some more work somewhere and Tuck and I are going to take a vacation of sorts."
Jesse and Winnie agreed and they went off and got married and traveled all over the world, and every ten years they met up with Mae, Tuck, and Miles and the horse, but not the cat.
By Kyle F.
Tuck Everlasting . . . . the final chapter
Fifty years had passed since that fateful day when Winnie had taken Mrs. Tuck's place in prison. Jesse had to go see if Winnie was still around. They decided first to check in the cemetery, for obvious reasons.
Through the decaying rows they walked, yet saw no tombstone marked Winnie Foster. Jesse was elated. The Tuck family knew of his intention to marry Winnie.
Jesse, Miles, Mae, and Mr. Tuck stopped by the Foster's old cottage. There was someone waiting. A young girl.
"Winnie?" Jesse's eyes were wide.
"I heard your music," the girl answered. "And yes, I am Winnie."
"I knew someday I'd find you, Winnie Foster!" Jesse exclaimed triumphantly. She smiled. Winnie began to speak.
"I waited for you, Jesse. All of these years!"
"So," he asked, "have you thought about it? Are we going to get married?' Jesse asked earnestly.
"Yes," she said softly, smiling again. She laughed. Winnie couldn't wait.
She chose rich white silk taffeta for her gown. The dress came with a scooped, double-flounced neckline that left her shoulders bare. Triple ruffles lined the dress at the bottom, and the veil was made of twelve yards of Irish silk lace connected to a circlet of jasmine sprays bestowed upon her head. Her hair was done in curls that cascaded down her back.
She was, Jesse thought later, the perfect bride.
By Chelsea
