A/N: okay, finally, I am updating. Sorry for taking so long, but I am a lazy bum and haven't felt like typing… again im sorry! Anyway, after reading my reviews, then re-reading the first two chapters, I realized that Penguinboy2 is right: its not very detailed. I'm trying to work on that, but I don't want to pelt you with unnecessary and long descriptions, plus I don't know if I have the attention span for that, so bear with me. it would help if you'd rate me on a scale from 1-10 on my detail content. (1 being not enough, 10 being too much, and 5 being just right)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OF JESS AND LESLIE NOR DO I OWN THE CONCEPT OF TERABITHIA! I only own PARTS of the plot!

So, that said, heres chapter 3, hope you like it, and please, please, PLEASE review!

Chapter three: Wrong

Jess PoV

The next morning, Jess woke up with the same high spirits as the night before. He dressed in a long sleeve t-shirt and jeans, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. His mother had made pancakes, bacon, and eggs, as usual. After eating his weight in pancakes, he downed a cup of orange juice and ran to catch the bus, all the while in a sort of dreamy stupor. Out of everyone in his family, May Belle was the only one to notice his out-of-this-world expression. But she didn't ask, just her head and rolled her eyes.

Jess floated through the school day, not paying attention to his lessons, anyone, or anything. He didn't even bristle when Scott Hoager and Gary Fulcher taunted him at lunch and between classes.

And when the bus stopped at his stop at the end of the day, a huge anticipating grin, one that hasn't been seen on his face in five years, had his lips pulling back to each ear.

May Belle was waiting for him like she usually did. When she took in his face, her one turned wary.

"Terabithia…?" she hedged. Jess's smile dimmed a bit. Should he tell his little sister about his plan to save Leslie? She could help… But no, he didn't want her to come along. She could cover for him at home…

"Yes," he said, deciding spur of the moment, "May Belle, I need you to do something for me. I need you to cover for me at home."

"Cover for you?" Her brow furrowed, forming a dent between her eyes. Jess grabbed her arm, and began tugging her towards the bridge, explaining as he went:

"Yesterday, in Terabithia, I was sitting under the treehouse, crying, when a faery found me. she told me that she knew a spell that would send me back in time, back to the day Leslie died, and I could save her. She also said it was very risky and if I didn't time the entire day just right, I would fail and be stuck to repeat the past five years. But, May Belle, I've got to try."

They were crossing the bridge, and she pulled him to a stop. "So, you're going back to the day Leslie died to save her?"

He nodded, and looked over his shoulder at the Terabithia side of the bridge. They were standing in the middle, and he tried to continue walking, but May Belle held firm and pulled him back.

"And you want me to cover for you with mom and dad?"

Again, he nodded. May Belle watched him with searching eyes, but he didn't notice. He was too busy staring wistfully at Terabithia.

"Jess, who's this faery?"

Now he looked at her. He shrugged, saying, "I don't know. Said her name was Nerida."

She looked at her older brother as if he were the dumbest boy alive. "And you're going to waltz blindly into this, not knowing anything about this faery or what her motives could be?"

Jess stared at her blankly. "What could her motives be, May Belle?"

May Belle shrugged. "I don't know! She could be planning to kill you or something!"

Jess cocked an eyebrow and said, "Oh, yes, I'm so sure she's planning to kill me."

The eleven year old girl glared and crossed her arms. She knew her brother was probably right, but she still didn't want to see him hurt. And dancing into this nut-job scheme without planning or anything beforehand was not the way to keep him safe. She sighed. She was smart for an eleven year old, and she knew that nothing she could say would talk Jess out of this. And obviously physical restraint was out of the question.

"Alright, fine. I'll help," she ground out through gritted teeth. "But if I am right, don't come crying to me!"

Jess hugged her and laughed, "If you're right, I won't be alive to cry."

May Belle grumbled, and followed Jess, who was already in Terabithia. She seriously hoped she was wrong.

Sorry its so short! I had more written, but I started editing and then… this happened haha. Now I need to decide if I want May Belle to be right, or wrong. I think right. But Jess will still need to go back in time with the spell… hmm… suggestions?