It's been, what, 5, 6 months since I updated this story? And those were really short chapters too, not very interesting at that... but since its the summer holidays I hope to be updating more!
On with the story...
A blonde-haired girl ran through the forest. Her breath was forced and ragged, and her legs threatened to buckle beneath with every step. She had rested for so long before feeling alright, and now that she could, she ran, ran back to the place she called home.
But home was too far away.
She collapsed, groaning as she felt a searing pain shoot up her leg. Her head was pounding. She put her hand to her head to find that it was bleeding again. The pain was as bada as it was when she first woke up by the creek. She hadn't remembered anything at that time, and she still only remembered a few names at the edges of her mind. Soon enough she couldn't remember what she was doing, or why she was lying on the ground. The pain slowly consumed her mind, until there was nothing but pain, and red hot, fiery pain. She had one last thought before the pain fully engulfed her, though she didn't even understand what she was thinking:
Where are you Jess?
Then, she fell unconscious.
Jess followed May Belle into Terabithia, placing her crown upon her head. She smiled at him, and then continued to walk, dragging a sack of used belongings with her. Jess had found multiple items in the attic that would prove to be useful in the castle. If only I had found these when Leslie was here, he thought.
The next few hours were spent decorating the castle with flowers (purple of course), paintings, and hanging up curtains that May Belle had a particular liking for. They stocked the tins up with more biscuits, flapjacks and toffee's. After a while, May Belle ran off to play with her the Barbie dolls Leslie had given her. No sooner than she had gone, Jess summoned his most trusted Terabithian knights.
"Any news?" he asked.
The blonde-haired girl sat up and looked around her. She wasn't in the same place she had camped last night. She guessed she must have been running and fell unconscious, thought she could not remember anything about it. A few feet away from her lay a small notebook, covered in dirt. She picked it up and looked through it. There were pages and pages of writing, her writing. She flicked to the beginning of the book.
Property of Leslie Burke
If found, please return immediately.
Leslie Burke, she thought. So that's my name...
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