Days had passes since Leslie had found out that she was moving to Brooklyn. As the days went, she and Jesse continued to think about who was going to take over for Leslie, but non other than May Belle came to mind. They soon decided that May Belle would just do it, for they did not know who else would be able to do it.

On Thursday, Monster-Mouth Myers made the announcement that Leslie was moving. Leslie slumped down in her chair while Scott and Gary gave each other a high five. Jesse rolled his eyes and rested his head on his desk. Only two more days he thought to himself. He looked over at Leslie, who's face was filled with more sorrow. She looked over at Jesse sympathetically. Jesse turned back to the front of the classroom and rested his head on his desk once more.

In Terabithia that day, it was as silent as it had ever been. Jesse just sat there, sketching in his sketchbook, while Leslie stared off into space, her book wide open in her lap. Jesse closed his sketchbook and turned to face Leslie.

"You don't have to worry about me getting bullied by Scott Hoager and Gary Fulcher," Jesse said, trying to make it sound as good as possible. "I've handled them before… or at least I've tried…"

Leslie continued to stare off into space. Jesse tapped her on her shoulder and she jumped. "What were you saying Jesse?" Leslie said, turning to face Jesse.

"I said you don't have to worry about me getting bullied by Scott Hoager and Gary Fulcher," Jesse repeated.

"That's not what I'm thinking about," Leslie said.

"Then what are you thinking about?" Jesse asked her calmly.

"I'm thinking about what would happen if I made new friends," she said. "I would be replacing you!"

"No you wouldn't!" Jesse said, putting his hand on her shoulder. "You wouldn't be replacing me at all, so don't worry!"

"But you're my best friend," Leslie stated, her eyes filling with tears once more.

"Don't worry. If you meet a new friend so what? As long as you believe that that friend won't replace me, then they won't."

Leslie smiled and hugged him, Jesse hugging her back. I hope I won't get replaced though Jesse thought.

At dinner that night, Jesse could barely eat. Only two days before she left, and he really wasn't looking forward to it. He didn't want to see his best friend leave! He wouldn't be able to stand it…

"Jesse," his mother said, interrupting his thoughts, "eat your dinner."

"I'm not hungry," Jesse mumbled.

"You're probably not eating because you're thinking about your friend moving away," Brenda inquired.

"Don't worry Jesse," his father said, "it's no big deal, so just eat-"

"No big deal?!" Jesse exclaimed. The anger was now boiling inside. He stood up to face his father. "Have you ever dealt with your best friend moving away?!"

"No I haven't," his father replied calmly, "but-"

"Then you don't know what it feels like right now!" Jesse shouted.

His father stood up, now towering over Jesse. "No I don't know how it feels, but you really shouldn't be thinking about it right now when you should be eating!" his father said his voice rising.

"So what if I'm thinking about it all the time!" Jesse yelled, his eyes filling with tears of anger mixed with sadness. "You just don't understand!"

With that being said, Jesse stormed out of the kitchen and headed up to his bedroom. "My own father doesn't care," he mumbled angrily.

Once in his part of the room, he fell onto his bed, his face buried into his pillow. He cried for what seemed like hours and awoke the next morning to find himself under the blanket that separated his room from May Belle's. Jesse sat up and looked out the window. The sun was starting to come up. So he got up and started getting dressed for school, now knowing that tomorrow was his last day with Leslie.