That Sunday Jess brought me with his family to church. They told stories that were in this bible and I thought it was pretty interesting. On the way out, the bell wrung to signal the end of church. "Bells" I smiled at Jess. "That's what we need in Terabithia" I explained. On the drive back to the farms, May Belle, Jess and I sat in the back of his dad's truck. "That whole Jesus thing, it's really interesting, isn't it?" I asked. "It's not interesting, it's scary! It's nailing holes through your hands. It's cause we're all vial sinners, God made Jesus die." May Belle explained. "You really believe that's true?" I asked her. "It's in the bible, Leslie" Jess said disapprovingly. "You have to believe it, and you hate it. I don't have to believe it and I think it's beautiful!" I smiled. "You gotta believe in the bible, Leslie" May Belle told. "Why?" I asked sincerely. "Because if you don't believe in the bible" she paused. "God'll damn you to hell when you die!" May Belle demanded. "Wow, May Belle! Where'd ya hear that?" I asked. "God'll damn you to hell when you die if you don't believe in the bible, huh Jess?" she turned to him. "I think so" Jess replied. "Well I don't think so." I stated. "I really don't think God goes around damning people to hell. He's too busy running all this!" I smiled, stretching my arms out in the wind.
The next day when Jess got on the bus, he was off. Something was definitely wrong. "You look awful, what's a matter?" I asked. "I lost the keys where my dad goes to work and now he's gotta get all new locks--" I cut him off. "May Belle..." I started fearfully, looking up at the child sitting in the seat in front of us. "Jess, I know where your dad's keys are" I said shamefully. "Please don't anyone get mad at me!" May Belle cried. "What?" confused, Jess asked. "Those bells we talked about making...it was meant to be a surprise. And May Belle wanted to help" I explained. "And you let her?" he was really mad. "May Belle? Why'd you tell me you found the keys on the ground?" I asked the child. "They were on the ground!" she screeched. "Yeah, on the ground in the greenhouse! What's a matter with you? Dad's ready to kill me!" Jess yelled at her. "I was waiting for the right time" she sighed, leaning her head on the seat. "So you know where the keys are?" Jess turned towards me. I nodded as Jess let out a sigh of relief.
After school, May Belle, Jess and I got off the bus. "Are you gonna tell Dad it was me?" May Belle asked her brother fearfully. "Don't worry, it's my job to get Dad's keys back" he explained. Jess and I ran deep into the woods of Terabithia after crossing the rope. We were attacked by squogres and hairy fulchers. We realized we had no chance at winning, there was a million of um. "What if the Dark Master gets the keys first?" I asked Jess, worriedly. "I'm not letting no Dark Master win, those are my dad's keys!" Jess stated as we ran down further until we reached Terabithia. We were ultimately outnumbered. The fulchers and squogres doubled our number. "Where are Terabithian Warriors when ya need um?" Jess sighed. One appeared at his side and the little dragonfly-like creature saluted us. "Great, now there's three of us" Jess sarcastically remarked. Just then, hundreds of thousands of tiny warriors surrounded us, ready to fight. "Now we're even!" I smiled. The warriors attacked and all the fulchers and squogres ran away. "Yes!" Jess and I high-fived. Jess climbed to the top of Terabithia and tried to reach for his dad's keys. "Come on! You're almost there!" I encouraged him from the ground. He nearly grabbed them when he lost his balance and began to plummet to the ground about 10 feet. "Jess!" I screamed, hand over my mouth. Just then, a giant hand reached out and caught him before he hit the ground. He suddenly stopped screaming and opened his eyes. The giant troll stood before us and placed Jess back onto the platform before smiling and walking away. "Wow" both Jess and I gasped. Jess unclenched the palm of his hand, revealing his dad's missing keys as he turned to smile at me.
We ran back together to our houses. It was raining hard as we ran through the rain. Jess and I parted our separate ways. I turned around and saw him standing there, so I waved with P.T. in my hand. He waved back at me as I turned and began to run back towards my house, leaving Jess behind.
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Evacuated
Non-FictionWhile the damage to our friendship was increasingly difficult to manage, I had forgotten the bridge, or the rope, that had brought us together in the first place. Without our empowering bond that holds the magic together, God only knows what'll happ...