This is my first fanfic, so please review and give me tips ok?
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Leslie was concerned about why Jess wasn't by the road waiting for the bus with her and May Bell. He was the kind of guy who could lose track of time when he's doing something, but her watch told her it was 7:46 and the bus was already a minute late. May Bell appeared to be chattering on about how she built a house for her Barbie and Ken dolls out of cardboard, tape and glue but couldn't seem to get it to stay up. Leslie was trying to pay attention but couldn't help looking around for Jess.
The bus was turning down the road now and was about a quarter mile away. Leslie needed her question answered.
"so I decided maybe if I could get my Mom to get me hot glue-
"May Bell where's Jess."
"How long have you been thinking about Jess?" she was making a curious accusation.
"Well the bus is almost here, and he's not. Is he sick?"
"Last time him I saw him he was looking in the basement. My dad told me not to worry about it and that he was, err..." her voice went timid, "he was, looking for something important to him, important to my Dad." May hung her head and her big eyes watched her own feet stop swinging.
"Looking for what?"
May Bell flung herself at Leslie and hugged her adorably. "Please Leslie you can keep him from being mad at me!"
"Why would he be mad at you?" Les asked motherly.
"You know those bells you said you wanted in the forest?"
"Yeah." They stood up as the bus arrived.
"I found some keys off the ground," she said as they walked in and took their seats, "and I went into the forest and hung them in the treehouse."
The pair looked out the far windows to the right and saw Jess pop out of his front door. The bus driver shook his head in disappointment at the boy, but Jess ran with exceptional speed. May Bell climbed under the bus seats and into the one in front of her so Jess could sit beside Leslie. The driver gave Jess a brief lecture about being late, after which Jess plopped himself down beside his best friend, and felt a slight weight lift off his shoulders from her presence. Still, he was upset, more upset than one would expect from a case of missing keys, and Leslie hated it.
"You look awful," she said, "what's the matter?"
"I lost the keys my Dad needs for work. And now he has to get new keys made, and locks, and-
"May Bell." She had been shrinking in her seat but then yelled in fear;
"Please don't let anyone get mad at me!"
"What?"
"Jess I know where your Dad's keys are"
"You do?"
"You know, the bells we talked about making, well it was meant to be a surprise, all that clinking metal and junk, and May Bell wanted to help."
"And you let her?"
"May Bell. Why did you tell me you found the keys on the ground?" Leslie meant it in more of a "where were they really," question but May Bell felt accused.
"They were on the ground!"
"Yeah," Jess said angry, "on the ground of the greenhouse! What's the matter with you? Dad's ready to kill me."
"I was waiting for the right time."
"So you know where the keys are?" Leslie nodded and Jess sighed. The rest of the bus ride was quiet, and although Jesse's mind remained on retrieving the keys, Leslie's mind drifted toward her hope that she and Jess would be able to turn this bad day around in Terabithia.
