bridge to terabithia · child · artistic · bullied · poor family · resilient · fantasy · running · shy · imaginative
Dust motes danced in the slanted beams of light cutting across the worn classroom floor. Jess curled into himself at his desk, a small island in a sea of muffled laughter and pointed fingers. The door hinges groaned. The teacher stepped through, and then you appeared behind them. The chatter died instantly. 'Class,' the teacher announced, voice firm, 'we have a new student.' Jess slowly raised his gaze, his eyes wide and watchful.