AN-Well, another BTT fanfiction. And this one is a rewrite of a story I wrote a while ago that I deleated with the same name. I really, really liked that story idea, but the way I was writing wasn't working, so I deleated it. But recently, I figured out a new way to write it, so I started it over. So, please enjoy and review!

Disclaimer-I don't own Bridge to Terabithia.

Chapter 1: Three Little Words

Jess's POV:

The school bus came to a stop in front of the long driveway to my house. I stood up in from my seat in the back of the bus and started walking towards the open bus door. I didn't look at anyone as I walked and no one seemed to notice I was there.

I hadn't had any friends since she died, and I was a freshman in high school. The only reason I got to sit in the back of the bus is because most of the kids on my bus have been scared of me (or at least mildly freaked out) since the first day of school. Even the seniors.

But I didn't really care. It was easier being a complete jerk then letting anyone know that I've really been dying inside since that fateful day three years ago.

Shortly after I showed May Belle Terabithia, I stopped going. And because I stopped going, May Belle stopped going. So, Terabithia basically died right along with Leslie.

I climbed off the steps of the bus and looked back at the door closing. I'd done that every time I got off the bus since right after Leslie died. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I always expected her to get off with me.

I started walking down the driveway towards my house and without thinking about it, I glanced over at her old house.

No one had moved in since her parents moved out. And no one was ever sure why.

But today, I noticed a car in the driveway. I didn't really think about it much, though, and I kept heading down the driveway.

I finally reached my house and went inside.

But as soon I stepped in the door, it felt like I'd been transported back in time to three years ago, to the day Leslie died.

My parents and my older sisters were all sitting in the living room, looking extremely similar to the way they did that day. Except for one big difference. Everyone was smiling.

"What's going on here?" I asked, feeling nervous about the answer.

Then my dad looked right at me, smiled a little bigger, and spoke those three little words.

"Leslie didn't die."