This is my first fanfic so I hope it doesn't suck ;P
I do not own Labyrinth (I wish I did) or any of the characters (I WISH I DID!)
Anyways. This is about a new character, but I will have some J/S. and traditional Labyrinth characters, The chapters will depend on the reviews!
I will keep it rated K+ as I get incredibly annoyed at unnecessary M ratings.
"KAITLYN!" My young aunt hollered. Geez, did she have to be that loud? Its not like I'm deaf. "Coming aunt Sarah!" I managed to sound somewhat polite. Sarah was taking care of me since.. My parents were killed. I guess I should introduce myself: My name is Kaitlyn, I'm 14 years old, and my parents were killed in an automobile explosion. How's that for cheery introductions huh? It's not like I don't love my aunt, I just feel like.. she's trying to work me as a slave sometimes! I guess I sound ridiculous, but trust me on this. It's not fair!
The second I came down, I noticed something was up. I looked at my aunt, she was rather striking, with strong hazel eyes, and fair skin that contrasted with her dark hair. I guess she has to be beautiful, she's an actress after all. You never woulda guessed we were related, with my teal eyes and coiled, scarlet hair. The only thing we shared was fair skin. Anyways, I knew something was different when I actually saw her face, her eyes looked like wet crystals, her usually perfect face was streaked with lines of mascara. "Kaitlyn, come here. I have something to show you." I walked over to where she was sitting. She held something in her hand, I saw that it was a teddy bear. One eye was missing, and the once perfectly stitched mouth was falling apart. I tried to look confused. It wasn't hard, what was so special about a ratty old teddy bear? "Kaitlyn.. This is Lancelot. He used to be my most treasured bear.. Until I gave him to someone." Her voice was shaking. "Who did you give it to?" I asked, not wanting to hear the worst.
"Your father."
I suddenly felt like a heap of spaghetti, boneless, tired. Well, spaghetti doesn't get tired but you know what I mean. It hasn't been easy since the coolest dad in history passed on. I took the teddy bear into my hands. "Toby" was written on the backside. I felt sick for thinking it was ratty. Now this is what I thought was the most precious teddy bear in the world, more precious then anything I'd ever owned. I started to hand back the bear, I couldn't look at it any longer. But she refused. "Kaitlyn, this belongs to you now. I want you to have it. Maybe someday I will tell you the story behind it."
I ran back up to my room. Well, Sarah's old room. I noticed a bunch of shelves above the bed, I put Lancelot in one of them, then sobbed into my pillow. Daddy was my favorite someone. I looked up to him as one of the greatest characters in my life. Let me tell you a little about him: Every morning, he would surprise me and mom by cooking something that you would think only gourmet chefs could prepare, every morning was different for as long as I could remember, lemon cheesecake topped with strawberries and dark chocolate espresso sauce, exquisite displays of fruit, cut into shapes then arranged into a piece of art, and almond crème Brule, topped with blueberries and cherries. And that's just a few!
Every Saturday, me and him would go somewhere, my choice. Once we went ice skating, and he caught me every time I fell, we would perform our made-up moves, laughing the whole time, in front of smiling spectators. One of our moves was, my dad would skate backwards, while I would run (More like skip-and-fall) over to him and he would catch me, finishing it off with a mediocre spin. While I must have looked like a deformed rabbit trying to jazz dance, he saw it as beautiful.
Sometimes we would go to the park to chat, I remember when I was little. We had a game where we would chase each other around, like tag, but one of us would be "the goblin king" as "it" and another would be a goblin. Sometimes we would climb the trees just to get yelled at by the park managers, which we would laugh about later on.
He always supported me in my singing dreams, and coaching me along the way. He obviously was around singing at a young age.
He was a kind and caring man. Everyone loved him. But I don't think anyone in the world could have loved him as much as I did. My heart would forever be torn, with a scar that couldn't be repaired.
"Kaitlyn" Sarah knocked on my door. She came in to me laying facedown on my bed sobbing. She just sat there, and murmured soothing words as I cried. "Kaitlyn, I told you I would tell you the story behind this bear later. But I think its time you hear it now"
I had completely forgotten about that. I sat up, intrigued with what she had to say.
I'm not very happy with this chapter, but what do you guys think? The second chapter is written, but should I post it? Thanks guys!