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I do not own Labyrinth or any of that other stuff…sigh…

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Sally Williams sat on her roof, looking up at the stars. She was supposed to be studying for her math test tomorrow, but the bright lights above her were far to entrancing. With her thick studies book in her right hand, Sally sat with her legs dangling off the two-story building, listening to the wind in the trees.

"Sally?" Her mother called from the window to her left. "Sally, I've asked you not to some out here when it's dark."

Not even looking at the older woman, the teen replied, "But when it's light out, there's no reason to be out here."

Sally's dark brown hair flipped around in the wind. Even though the brown waves were tied together in a ribbon that sat on the top of her head, making the small bundle of hair look like a little bun. Sally's hair was like an uncontrollable force of nature; even though it was short, nothing could make it stand still.

"I know, honey, but it's too—"

"Too dangerous! You may fall, or you might slip, maybe even get eaten by some rabid owl!" Sally chuckled as she stood up and walked over to the window with ease. "I've heard this all before, Mom."

"Then why do you have such trouble remembering it?" The woman murmured as her daughter climbed through the small opening and back into the house. "And did you ever call your uncle to tell him that you need to stay at his house?"

"Uncle Toby?" Sally said, pushing a loose hair behind her ear. "Yeah, I'm doing that right now." Running from the room, the teen dialed the number into the hall phone and held it to her right ear.

"Hello?" Her uncle answered on the second ring.

"Hey uncle Toby, it's Sally." The teen said, sitting down on a tan couch.

"Hey, Sal, how's Sarah?"

"Oh, Mom? She's alright, I guess. Still a bit stressed, though." Sally sighed, shaking her head. "She's not taking it very well."

Toby sighed just as Sally did, "Well, that's to be expected. Anyways, judging by the time this was not just a random phone call."

"Yeah, I forgot to call you earlier. Is it okay if I stay at your house for the next couple weeks? Mom's got to go to the meeting and she doesn't want me to be there, you know, since she already has full custody."

"Ah, I see." The man chuckled on the other line, "Of course you can come over, Sally. There's no problem at all."

"Thanks Uncle Toby," The teen said, pulling the ribbon from her hair and letting her locks fall down around her face. "I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, okay?"

"You got it, Sal. See you then."

"Love you," She said, hanging up and placing the phone back in its place.

Sarah stood in front of Sally, smiling.

"I told you I called him," Her daughter said simply, shrugging as she stood up and walked into her room, not bothering to close the door.

"Yes, you did." The older woman leaned on the door frame and shook her head. "I'm so sorry, honey."

"Please, Mom, not another apology speech." Sally groaned and fell down on her bed, kicking her legs. "I've heard it enough times already!"

"I know, I know, honey, but still," Sarah walked over and sat next to her daughter. "I can't help but feel responsible for everything that this is putting you through."

"It's not putting me through anything, Mom."Sally sat up on her elbows and sighed. The teen lied easily, already knowing what she was going to say, "It didn't hurt me at all. This kind of thing happens to people all the time…Divorce isn't a new thing, Mom. I'm not the only teen in the worlds whose parents have split up. And, I swear, I'm not mad or sad or depressed or any of that other crap, okay?" Sally eyed her mother carefully, as to not give herself away. Even a good liar could get caught.

"Okay," Sarah, ran a hand through her daughter's hair before she stood up and walked out. "I'm going to bed, honey. I'll see you in the morning," She shut the door behind her.

With another groan, Sally fell down onto her bed again, burying her face.

Why me?

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Her Uncle's house was large and white. Sally's mom had told her that this was where she and Toby lived when they were young.

The teen walked up the porch steps with her full backpack in her arms, and her black hood up so her hair wouldn't get caught in the rain. The bottoms of her grey jeans were already muddy and black, making squishy noises as she knocked on the door.

Toby answered quickly and let his niece inside. "Hey Sal." He was going to hug her, but hesitated when he saw how wet she was. "Um, I'll go get you a towel." Toby smiled and ran down the hall.

His wife, Lacey, walked in from the kitchen. "Hey Sally." She said, smiling.

"Hey, witchy-poo, where's your broom?" The teen asked, smiling back. Now, sure, Sally had tried to get along with the woman, but it was just impossible.

Just as the blond 'witch' opened her mouth, Toby walked back in with a green towel. "Here you go, Sal."

Sally pulled her hood down and shook her straight hair out; most of the wet drops and splashes landed on Lacey. "Thanks," she said, smiling at her uncle.

"I've set up a room for you, Sal, upstairs. It's your mom's old room," Toby held is arm out and Sally followed him up the large staircase. "Now, don't tell her I told you, but all the stuffed animals and toys in here are hers. She just never took them," He chuckled as he opened the door to the bedroom.

The wallpaper was covered over with shelves; book shelves and shelves that held toys and other little trinkets.

"Wow," Sally said, setting her wet backpack down on the pink covered bed. "How old was she?"

"Your age, actually." Toby said, walking into the room. "You're fifteen, right?"

"Seventeen, actually." Sally said, sitting down on the bed. "You were on your honeymoon for my birthday last year. And you got married on my sixteenth birthday two years ago."

"Oh, I am so sorry—"

"No, no, it's nothing, dude." The teen stood back up and hugged her uncle. "I didn't say it to make you feel bad."

"Oh, okay. But I still feel bad, but hey, I'll make it up to you! Me and you will go out to dinner tonight, okay?" Toby shook his niece's shoulders jokingly.

"Just you and me?" Sally asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, just you and me; Lacey has book club tonight anyways, so it'll be fine. Deal?" He smiled at her.

"Deal." They shook hands, and Toby began to leave. "Hey, can I take a shower?"

"Sure," He turned back around. "Or you could take a Jacuzzi bath. We have one right across the hall."

"That sounds nice," She chuckled as her uncle walked out.

Taking out a new, nicer outfit, Sally walked across the hall and into the large bathroom. Stripping herself, she turned on the water and watched as the bath filled up, bubbles floating on the surface.

Once the water was warm and the tub was full, Sally slipped inside and sighed, leaning her back against the hard tile side.

After washing her hair, washing herself, and leaning into the jets as they hit her back, she pulled the train plug and got out, wrapping a towel around herself. Not wanting to get dressed in the humidity of the bathroom, Sally peeked out the door, and after seeing that the coast was clear, slipped into her mother's old room. With the green towel wrapped around her large bosom and small frame, she looked at her dripping self in the small mirror/vanity set in front of her.

Just being in a place where her mother used to be…Where her mom was happy. When her mom was happy…

Sarah Williams just wasn't happy anymore, now that she was divorced and jobless, her life seemed to be going downhill.

Sally quickly wiped away the one tear that made its way down her red cheek.

She felt bad for her mother.

She didn't know why she did, but she did…

She just felt something…something she didn't like.

Sally wished her mother would be happy…but there was a bit of selfishness there. And a bit of anger.

Why isn't her mom happy? She had everything; a big house, a job, a loving husband, and a loving daughter…but was that not enough?!

Sally wished that her mother was happy…no. She wished they she was happy. She wished that she could be her mother when her mother was young and happy…

"I wish I could go to the placed that mom went to…the places that made her happy." Sally sat down in the chair by the vanity set and rested her head in her hands, beginning to cry. Why did she suddenly feel so bad!? Why was she crying now? Were all her bottled up emotions suddenly coming out? Why now? And—

And why was there suddenly a breeze running through Sally's short hair?

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So what did you think!? If you haven't already guessed, Sally is Sarah's daughter. Sarah was married, but wasn't happy, so got a divorce. I'll explain it all later. REVIEW!!!!

~Lyllith!