Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth, but the original characters I DO mention are mine. Enjoy!
The Labyrinth: Another Tale
By: Neko-chan
I
"Imagination is more important than knowlege." -Albert Einstein
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A tall girl with thigh-length red-orange hair sat in the embracing arms of a large willow tree. Water dripped freely from her hair onto her jeans; soaking them and making them cling to her legs.
She leaned back, her back to the rough bark. She sighed, and opened her eyes; revealing them to be the color of the rain clouds gathering above.
She shivered a little as more rain drops landed on her. Then, noticing how late it was, she quickly glanced down at her watch.
And started in horror when she saw that it was 8:00. Oh, no! she moaned to herself. I was supposed to home half an hour ago!
She quickly jumped down from her perch, running as fast as she could through the huge park. She passed quaint shops on her run through the small English village; though, since she was running late, she wasn't able to get a closer look at them.
She was new to this foreign country; in fact, she and her family had moved to England just two weeks before.
I miss California, she thought as she put on an extra burst of speed, almost at home. I miss my friends, my home, my old life....
Finally, after about 10 minutes of running, the tall girl reached her house and ran up the walk way. She hopped the steps; and panting, she reached for the doorknob.
And was startled when the door opened on its own, revealing a very angry mother and father.
Oh, crap...., she thought, bracing herself for what she knew was coming.
"Where the hell have you been?!" the mother exclaimed, her sapphire eyes blazing as she shoved her midnight black hair away from her delicate face.
The girl winced, but knew the worst was yet to come.
"Bryanna," her father began, his blue eyes filled with disappointment, "I thought that we could trust you, that you'd be responsible, now that we've left our old home."
Bryanna looked down and away from those searching blue eyes, her own gray eyes cold and emotionless. "I know, and I'm sorry," she said, sighing.
Her mother glared at her. "No TV or computer for a week; and on Saturday, you have to pull weeds-all day long." Then she stomped by her daughter, heading for the family's new van.
As Bryanna's father stepped by her, he uttered not a single word. He just gave her a look of utmost pity; then, he, too, was gone.
Bryanna stood on her steps, watching her parents drive down the street. They were heading towards a dinner party-much as they did every night.
When they were out of view, Bryanna heaved a great sigh and turned around, heading back into her house. Her almost-dry red-orange hair swirled around her, like a fiery cloud. When Bryanna had turned around to go back into the house, she found her way blocked by her two worst nightmares--her two little sisters.
Anatasia and Celadry.