My name is Samantha. I read the "Bridge to Terabithia" and since then, I have always wanted a land were it was just my imagination. One day my best friend Dristen and I decided that it was time to create our own Terabithia.

We started to walk towards that old creek, back behind Dristen's farm house. When we reached the creek, we saw the old tree house that we built years ago, when we first became best friends. Reaching the stairway, Dristen held my hand and showed me up the unsteady wood. I whispered a quick "thank you" and he gave me back a shy smile.

When we reached the top of the tree house, I spotted a can of ruby red paint. It would look great on the tree house. The rest of that day, we finished the tree house. In the end, it was in tip-top shape, for the main office of our Terabithia. "What are we going to call our Terabithia?" asked Dristen. At first, I didn't quite have an answer, but then it just hit me. "Ronacarthia," I said aloud. Dristen knew it was perfect. But he didn't have a good imagination . . . he wanted me to show him how.

We went and sat on the rooftop of our tree house, and he asked me, "How do you see Ronacarthia?" I told him, "Just close your eyes, and keep your mind wide open." He closed his eyes, and I did too. We both opened them to a world of fairytale creatures. I wasn't sure if it was real, but it didn't matter. We were there together, using our imagination to get us there.

Months went bye, and I was an eighth grader. I hadn't been to that tree house since the beginning of sixth grade, but I decided to go. Dristen and I were still friends but I liked him more than a friend. We walked there silently, and reached the tree house. It was still the same ruby red. We sat on the roof top and I closed my eyes. It felt good to be there. Childhood memories splashed into my mind. Dristen scooted closer to me and we kissed. We became King and Queen of Ronacarthia that day. It was the end of the beginning in my living dream.