Leslie Burke From Bridge To Terabithia Novels & Stories

WRITER'S POV “We need my Mother now!!! Thane bit out. “I'll go get here.” Bridget said. “Please hurry.” Bridget walked briskly away from the house, her face carefully composed in worry and urgency. She had just left Thane and Tyla as she placed the little girl in Thane’s arms with a solemn expression. But Bridget had no intention of going to fetch Sherleen. She slipped through a side path behind the herb gardens, her pace quickening with each step until she disappeared into the thicker trees near the training grounds.

Everything was covered in thick white snow. Celeste and Liam reached the bridge in Bissell Park. Celeste left Liam's left arm which she was holding when they were walking and ran forward to the edge of the bridge to look down. Her smile widened watching the beautiful scene in front of her. Liam too slowly came from where he was standing and stood beside her.

The ride to Rebecca's house was partially smooth-the path which they had taken was rocky. Rebecca looked through the window and had her eyes at the birds that flew to their nest in a tree. "Your grace?" Zita called her attention. Rebecca diverted her eyes from the window to her. They sat opposite each other. "Does my dress look okay? I plan not to embarrass my mistress in front of her family." She asked nervously. Rebecca couldn't help her but chuckled. She found her words amusing. Zita misunderstood the laughter and felt shy that her assumptions were right.

I loved that she was standing her ground and she developed a backbone while here, but I have never met a female as stubborn as her. With Leslie, she never argued, she never pushed, and if I told her no, that was the end of it. Brook was pushing it and I didn’t like it. The thought of her trying to go out on her own and find them had my resolve waver though. It wasn’t like she would know what to look for. If she did go on a hunter hunt, she probably wouldn’t find anything.

What am I doing? What is she doing? I’ve never had relations with another woman besides my Annabelle. She was my one and only. My Anam Chara, as spoken in the old language. Leslie, who bears a striking resemblance to Annabelle yet is nothing like her, is trying to seduce me, and by God, it’s working. She’s absolutely gorgeous, and it’s been so long since I’ve felt the softness and warmth of a woman. I know she wants to leave as soon as possible, which is understandable. Perhaps, however, I can allow myself to give in just this once…

Not until he’d met Everly…. “Okay,” she said. “Who were those wolves that saved me and Toby?” “You know Sam,” he said. “And the other one was my friend Bridge.” “Bridge?” she repeated. “Short for Bridgette.” “Ooh.” The way she said it, Jack could tell what she was thinking, regardless of what he’d just said about her. “It’s not like that,” he told her. “We’re just friends.” “Does she go to our school?”