Jesse Aarons and Leslie Burke sat in their tree house one beautiful Saturday morning, enjoying the fresh air Friday's rain had left behind. Leslie was reading a book while Jesse sketched in his sketchbook. It had been silent for quite some time. Finally, Leslie closed her book loudly, making Jesse jump.

"I'm getting bored by just sitting here," Leslie sighed, standing up. She crossed over to the window at looked out. "How about we go hunting for more trolls?"

Jess closed his sketchbook and joined Leslie at the window. "Maybe," he sighed. He looked down at P.T., who was tied up to the tree that held their tree house. The little dog was lying down, almost sleeping, or so it looked like.

"Well what do you say Jesse? Troll hunting?" Leslie asked eagerly.

"Yeah," Jesse replied. He walked over to the hook that held their jackets. He grabbed Leslie's and threw it to her. He then took his own and pulled it on. Leslie put hers on too and followed Jesse out of the tree house. When they reached the ground, they walked to where P.T. was lying down and untied him from the rope. Immediately, P.T. stood up and looked up at them as if to say 'Let's get hunting!'

"Come on P.T.!" Leslie said happily, leading the way down the main trail. P.T. barked and ran ahead of Leslie. Jess ran up next to Leslie and they continued to walk. After walking along the path for what seemed like an hour, they had come to the rope, no trolls sighted whatsoever.

Leslie sighed and turned to Jesse, "I think we should just go back to the tree house for a bit."

Jesse nodded in agreement and he, Leslie, and P.T. turned around to go back to the tree house.

Back in the tree house, Jesse and Leslie sat on the outside of it this time, just talking. "What do you think we should do with Terabithia when we can no longer be here?"

Jesse shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe Maybelle will watch after it for us."

"Yeah, that might work," she agreed. "But who would take the place as king? It's not like I have a little brother."

"And I just have sisters," Jesse sighed. "I guess we'll figure it out when the time comes."

Leslie nodded and picked up her book once more. Jesse sighed and picked up his sketchbook once more to continue his drawing.

As Jesse and Leslie walked into Leslie's house, Leslie's mother and father walked up to them.

"Oh hi mom, hi dad!" Leslie said cheerfully.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Burke," Jesse said, nodding his head in recognition. Leslie's parents nodded their heads back and turned back to Leslie. Something's wrong Jess thought.

"What's going on?" Leslie asked suspiciously, her voice trembling a little bit. Her father sighed and blurted, "Leslie, we have to move."

"What?!" Leslie shrieked. "W-why?"

"Why do you think honey?" her mother answer sympathetically. "Because of our writing."

"We've only been here for a few months though!" Leslie exclaimed. "And I can't leave Jesse!"

"Where are you guys moving to?" Jesse asked weakly.

"Brooklyn, New York," Leslie's father answered stiffly. Jesse stopped breathing for a moment. That's a long ways away he thought.

"When are we moving?" Leslie mumbled, her voice shaking.

"In a week," her father answered. "We're very sorry pumpkin we really are!"

Jesse looked over at Leslie, who was holding back tears as best as she could. As Jesse tried to put his arm around Leslie's shoulders, Leslie had ran out the door. Jesse looked after her, then turned back to her parents. "I'll go check on her," he mumbled sadly and quickly went out the door.

When Jesse reached the tree house once more, he heard sniffles coming from inside the tree house. He quickly ran to the tree house and climbed into it. When he reached the doorway, he saw Leslie sitting in the corner, her head on her knees. Jesse walked over to her and sat next to her. "Are you going to be ok?" he asked Leslie weakly.

Leslie looked up at him, her face stained with tears. Suddenly, Leslie fell into his arms, hugging him. Jesse wrapped his arms around Leslie, without even thinking. He suddenly felt his own eyes filling with tears. Leslie pulled away from him, and looked into his face.

"Are you going to be ok?" Jesse asked her again. Leslie wiped a tear on her face away and nodded.

"I just don't want to leave you behind," she said. "I'd miss you too much!"

"I'd miss you too," Jesse said, "but we can always write to each other, and maybe even talk on the phone."

"But what about Terabithia? Who will rule it with you?" Leslie asked.

Jesse shrugged and replied, "I don't know."