"Jess didn't concern himself with what would "become of it". For the first time in his life he got up every morning with something to look forward to. Leslie was more than his friend. She was his other, more exciting self--his way to Terabithia and all the worlds beyond."
"The sun would slant in from the west in the late afternoon until the room was brimful of light."
"She said he was "unusually talented," and she hoped he wouldn't let anything discourage him, but would "keep it up." That meant, Jess believed, that she thought he was the best. It was not the kind of best that counted either at school or at home, but it was a genuine kind of best. He kept the knowl"
"She stood there in front, her eyes saying, "OK, friends, here I am," in answer to their openmouthed stares while Mrs.Myers fluttered about trying to figure where to put the extra desk. The room was a small basement one, and five rows of six desks already filled it more than comfortably."
""Great!" she said. “See you." He nodded and smiled back. Even his toes had felt warm and tingly. Now as he sat on the rug in the teachers' room the same warm feeling swept through him at the sound of her voice. Even her ordinary speaking voice bubbled up from inside her, rich and melodic."