Dear journal,
Today I met a girl who just moved in to the Perkins place. Her name’s Leslie Burke. She seems different compared to the other girls in town.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Entry 2
Dear journal,
School just reopened today. Leslie is definitely different. She wore faded cutoffs and a blue undershirt. She had sneakers on her feet but no socks. None of the other girls would dare do that. Today was also the day I had been training all summer for. Leslie wanted to race with the boys as well. Gary didn’t want her to and for some reason I stuck up for Leslie and managed to get her in the race. She beat all of us.
School just reopened today. Leslie is definitely different. She wore faded cutoffs and a blue undershirt. She had sneakers on her feet but no socks. None of the other girls would dare do that. Today was also the day I had been training all summer for. Leslie wanted to race with the boys as well. Gary didn’t want her to and for some reason I stuck up for Leslie and managed to get her in the race. She beat all of us.
Entry 3
Dear journal,
I befriended Leslie today. She thought we needed a place that would be so secretive that we would never tell anyone in the world about it. She decided that the woods beyond the creek bed near her house would be the perfect place. She named it “Terabithia.”
I befriended Leslie today. She thought we needed a place that would be so secretive that we would never tell anyone in the world about it. She decided that the woods beyond the creek bed near her house would be the perfect place. She named it “Terabithia.”
Entry 4
Dear journal,
It was Christmas today. I got Leslie a puppy. Leslie was delighted. She named him Prince Terrien, Guardian of Terabithia. Leslie, on the other hand, got me probably the best present she could have - a box of water colors with twenty-four tubes of color and three brushes and a pad of heavy art paper.
It was Christmas today. I got Leslie a puppy. Leslie was delighted. She named him Prince Terrien, Guardian of Terabithia. Leslie, on the other hand, got me probably the best present she could have - a box of water colors with twenty-four tubes of color and three brushes and a pad of heavy art paper.
Entry 5
Dear journal,
Today was supposed to be the most perfect day of my entire life. Miss Edmunds had invited me to go to either the Smithsonian or the National Gallery down at Washington with her. I, obviously, agreed to tag along immediately. She came to pick me up at my house. I wanted to ask her whether Leslie could come with us but decided against that. We had a wonderful day, admiring the beautiful works of art at the National Gallery. When I got home, everything came crashing down. Brenda informed me that Leslie was dead. She had apparently drowned in the creek. I couldn’t accept it, I wouldn’t.
Today was supposed to be the most perfect day of my entire life. Miss Edmunds had invited me to go to either the Smithsonian or the National Gallery down at Washington with her. I, obviously, agreed to tag along immediately. She came to pick me up at my house. I wanted to ask her whether Leslie could come with us but decided against that. We had a wonderful day, admiring the beautiful works of art at the National Gallery. When I got home, everything came crashing down. Brenda informed me that Leslie was dead. She had apparently drowned in the creek. I couldn’t accept it, I wouldn’t.
Entry 6
Dear journal,
It’s been a while since I last wrote. About a month ago, dad and I went down to the old Perkins place to pay our respects to Leslie. It was there that I learnt that the Burkes were going to have Leslie cremated. That little piece of information was enough to give me closure. Leslie was dead. I finally realized that. Nothing I said or did was going to bring her back. She was going to be turned to ashes and I would never see her again.
Billy and Judy have already left Pennsylvania. They returned for a short while to give me all of Leslie’s books and her paint set with three pads of real watercolor paper. They gave me permission to use some of the lumber on their back porch. I used it to build a sturdy bridge to get across to Terabithia with. I decided to let May Belle be queen of Terabithia that day.
It’s been a while since I last wrote. About a month ago, dad and I went down to the old Perkins place to pay our respects to Leslie. It was there that I learnt that the Burkes were going to have Leslie cremated. That little piece of information was enough to give me closure. Leslie was dead. I finally realized that. Nothing I said or did was going to bring her back. She was going to be turned to ashes and I would never see her again.
Billy and Judy have already left Pennsylvania. They returned for a short while to give me all of Leslie’s books and her paint set with three pads of real watercolor paper. They gave me permission to use some of the lumber on their back porch. I used it to build a sturdy bridge to get across to Terabithia with. I decided to let May Belle be queen of Terabithia that day.
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