Bridge to Terabithia Fan Fiction. Fate takes a turn with Leslie, but just because Fate decided to curve, doesn’t mean that everything will turn out so great for other people. Leslie Doesn’t Die.

Chapter 1

The Museum

Please, read and review :) This is my first BtT fanfic, and I plan on writing way more, but I couldn’t help but put out the first chapter :) More Reviews means better motivation towards me making the rest of the book faster. Please, don’t complain about how the story is a little “bland” on how Leslie doesn’t die, I could care less. Nothing really more to add, except thank you IHateSnakes, if it wasn’t for A Life Rescued I Wouldn’t have started writing this. (There are more people I could name to thank, but IHateSnakes is the biggest name :) sorry!)

“Jesse, I called you three times! It’s your girlfriend.” May Belle stuck her stuck her tongue out at the last remark she made, and handed Jesse the phone.

“She’s not my girlfriend”

“Hey!” Jesse happily answered the phone.

“Hello Jess.” An unfamiliar voice came from the ear piece.

“Wait, who is this?”

“I know it’s a Saturday, but it’s your teacher Ms. Edmonds. I was planning on taking my nephews into the city to see the museum but there was a change of plans last minute, so I had a thought.”

Ms. Edmonds finished up her proposal and Jess happily agreed. He asked her to hold on so he could make sure it was okay with his parents. Jess trudged down the stairs and slowly opened his parents door.

“Hey mom” Jesse whispered.

Mary Aarons rolled over, still half asleep.

“Is it the baby?”

“No she’s fine…May Belle’s got her. My teacher wants me to go on a field trip today.”

“Mhmm…” She rolled back over and mumbled.

“I-is that okay?”

“Mmm” His mother had obviously fallen back asleep. Jess said no more, and walked backwards through the door, closing it tightly.

“Miss Edmonds!?,” Jesse made sure his teacher was still on the phone. “Yea I can go.”

She told him to meet her out in front of his house, and playfully told him to hurry up. He put on his jacket and shoes and ran out the front door. As he approached the car, he stopped and thought about Leslie. He felt a little guilty as he got in, and was debating whether he should ask if she could come or not.

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  • ihatesnakes on Aug 5, 2009

    Nice story! Tom & Grace Jacobs, eh? Where have I heard those names before? ;-) I look forward to reading more. Rick

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