Okay, so here's chappie numero tres! (I think that's how you say number in Spanish xD) Maybe this chapter sorta sucks but I won't be surprised if nobody likes it. Hope you like?

Kaytee and her dad belong to meeeeeee!

Chapter 3: Kaytee

"Come on, Jess!" May Belle shouted, bolting out the door as soon as she was done with breakfast.

Jess sighed. He didn't want to go greet the new neighbors.

"Jess," his mom said in a cajoling tone. "Go with May Belle and greet our neighbors."

Jess looked at her, lazily pushing his food around on his plate.

"Do I have to?" He asked.

"It would be neighborly, Jess." His mom replied, turning towards the sink to start washing the morning dishes.

"Your father and I will go greet the neighbors as soon as he gets home." His mom said, her tone of voice signaling that the conversation was over.

Jess sighed and pushed his plate away from him and walked out the back door. Next door, he saw May Belle talking with a girl around his age. The girl brushed a piece of loose red hair behind her ear and smiled at May Belle, listening to what she was saying. May Belle noticed him standing on their porch and waved at him to come over.

Swallowing his nervousness, Jess crossed the grass over to the girl and May Belle.

"Jess! Jess! This is Kaytee! She's going to be living here now!" May Belle shouted excitedly, jumping up and down.

Jess looked at Kaytee and she looked back.

"Kaytee, this is my big brother Jess. Jess, this is Kaytee." May Belle said, introducing them to each other.

Kaytee smiled at him.

"Hi, Jess." She said shyly. "I'm Kaytee Monroe."

"Hi." Jess said. "I'm... I'm Jess Aarons and this is my sister, May Belle."

"Nice to meet you."

"Kaytee!" Someone from inside the house shouted.

"Out here, Dad!" Kaytee called.

The soft clacking of boots on wood caused Jess to turn around. Standing on the torn up porch was a man with a face that seemed to have not been shaved in weeks. He wore a cowboy hat and boots and was smoking a cigarette. His faded, worn out, torn up jeans gave Jess the impression that this man seemed to care less about his appearance and more about other things.

Wrestling hogs seemed like a sport the man favored a lot more versus caring about at least looking generally decent. Jess knew his mom wasn't going to be so comfortable with this man who seemed to have come from the woods to try living in civilization again. This man was going to be the talk of the neighborhood before he could do anything to stop it.

"'Morning." He said to Jess, nodding at him.

"G-Good m-morning, sir." Jess replied.

"Kaytee, are the guys done unloading everything?" He asked.

"Pretty much." Kaytee replied.

The man nodded.

"Alright. I'll go find them and pay 'em. We've got a lot of unpacking to do so don't hang around for too long because I'm gonna need your help with this dingy porch." Kaytee's dad said, stomping his boot on the rotting wood porch that Leslie's dad had built a couple years ago.

"Okay, Dad!" Kaytee called.

Her dad turned around and walked back inside, muttering about something completely unrelated to the porch.

"So, are you going to come to school on Monday?" May Belle asked.

"I hope so." Kaytee replied, crouching down to lift a box off the ground. "Although Dad isn't sure which school to enroll me to."

"You could come to our school!" May Belle said.

"I'll ask Dad about it." Kaytee said with a smile.

"Need some help with unpacking?" Jess asked.

"No, I think we're all good here. Thanks anyways. See you guys later!" Kaytee said, heading into the house with the box.

"SEE YA!" May Belle shouted, waving goodbye.

Kaytee smiled acknowledgingly and then disappeared into the house.

"Jess, can we go to Terabithia?" May Belle asked.

Jess smiled.

"Sure." He said. "Come on."

Jess and May Belle turned and ran off towards the forest, watching as their kingdom appeared in front of them once more. And for the moment, Jess's uneasiness over his haunting dreams of Leslie were forgotten in the dust that he and May Belle had kicked up as they ran.

For now, all was peaceful.

I got Kaytee's name from the label on my bird's food bottle because Katie is a lame and old-fashioned way of spelling the name. If you have pets of your own (especially birdies ;3) yu probably know what I'm talking about. And Kaytee's dad was inspired from Tallahassee from Zombieland. Hope you like? x3 R&R plz :D