2 weeks.
2 weeks since I last saw my best friend. My soul mate. My queen.
My Leslie.
She was gone, and my soul was taken away with her. I've made May Belle the princess of Terabithia, because I can't rule it by myself, and I have got a feeling that I won't be going to Terabithia as much as I used to. It was our place, and it had too many painful memories of our times together. I just wish I could see her again.
I was staring up at the ceiling and daydreaming of what could happen if Leslie wasn't gone. It seemed that this is the only thing I ever do anymore.
"Wake up, Jess. Time for school." Dad called out from the door. Ever since Leslie died, my whole family was treating me differently. Maybe because they think that I'm so sensitive and broken right now. My dad was always talking to me and taking care of me nowadays. I know that he's thinking that I could breakdown at anytime, like I did in Terabithia.
I sighed and sat up. All I could feel is a strong headache that was unbearable. I groaned and stood up to do my daily routine of chores. After I finished all of them, I went to the kitchen. I still had 10 minutes before I had to go and wait for the bus with May Belle. I lay my head down on the table, gaining looks from both mom and dad.
"Eat your breakfast, Jess." Mom told me.
"I'm not hungry." I said weakly. She gave dad a worried look and dad came and felt my forehead.
"Your head is kinda warm." He said then mom came with the thermometer and stuck it in my mouth. After a bit, she took it out and looked at it.
"It's 101. You're having a slight fever." She told me then rubbed my back. I shook my head then stood up.
"I'm fine. I'll just go now. Bye." I said then walked out of the house. I went to sit on a rock that's in front of the place that we wait for the bus at. I was looking in the direction of Leslie's old house. I guess her parents moved out because they couldn't stay with all of the memories.
After a few more minutes, I noticed something moving behind the bushes that were surrounding the fields that lead to Terabithia. I caught a glimpse of blonde hair...Short, blonde hair. My heart fluttered at the thought of a still-living Leslie. I stood up and was about to run to that person, when I heard the bus' honking. I felt disappointed because I really wanted to see if it was Leslie, even though it was impossible because she's already gone. I walked back to the bus and got in, hoping that I'd get to see that person, who was behind the bushes. In school, all I ever did anymore was stare blankly at nothing, praying that this is only a dream and Leslie's still alive. I knew it was real, because the pain is.