Hey guys! I'm new. Obviously. You don't have to review, or anything, but I thought I might just try this out. It is an assignment I just finished working on for English. If you do happen to read this, please tell me what you think of it and I might just write something else, maybe something other then a one-shot. I have a few ideas. Anyway, enjoy!
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I'm wondering where Jess is. Maybe May Belle knows? I tuck my head under my hood as I walk quickly to his front door, knocking quietly. The small six year old answers, her face lighting up in delight. I ask her where Jess is. She replies, in that matter-of-fact way when she thinks she knows everything.

Gone on a trip? With Miss Edmunds? To a Museum? She nods. I feel left out but smile at May Belle anyway. It isn't her fault.

I say goodbye; I'm going to Terabithia, though I don't tell her that. Jess doesn't want her to know.

It's still raining and there are puddles everywhere. They soak my socks and trousers as I splash to the creek. The water is high. Very, very high. I am not afraid, though. I am the Queen of Terabithia! Nothing as trivial as a bit of water is going to scare me! Even trolls are scarier!

I pause for a moment, guilt and something else squirming in my gut. I should've brought P.T. Or I should've waiter with May Belle for Jess to come back. From his trip. With Miss Edmunds. Without me. The feelings disappear, steel cold determination taking their place. If Jess wanted to do things without me, then I could do things without him, including going to Terabithia.

I gather my resolve and grab the rope.

I look down at the raging waters below me. It sure looks like it's going fast, I think with a gulp.

I shake my head and plant my feet firmly on the slippery ground, taking a deep breath as I tense my muscles.

Looking once more at the water, I run forward, splashing through the water. As I leap off the over-flowing bank and onto the rope, that strange feeling comes back. I realize too late that the feeling is foreboding as the rope snaps. I gasp as I feel myself falling, my feet and ankles plunging into the frigid waters below. My legs are next, soaking my trousers even more. I see my life flashing in front of my eyes. My first school, trying to make friends; in vain. They all shunned me. It was the same at the next school; shunned and ignored. I know lots of people would blame their parents, but Bill and Julie felt so sorry for me. I couldn't ever blame them, but then I came to Lark Creek and met Jesse Aarons. Watching him run around the cow and her paddock, his face contorted in concentration, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. I had called out to him, joking that if he was that afraid of the poor cow, he should just jump the fence. He had stopped comically, like one of those cartoons I had heard girls talking about at my old school. I smiled at him, hopping down from the fence and introducing myself to him.

I try remembering what came next, but the water is now up to my chest. I feel the water close over my head, a moment of panic over-taking me before a sharp, burning pain starts in the back of my head. It soon disappears, as does the world and water around me.

I don't even feel myself drowning.