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.