Hello, Heartless here...I rewrote this because a lot of things in it were bugging me, mostly the writing style. So, while it still is not perfect, it is at least better in my opinion.
Disclaimer: I own the DVD...and the soundtrack...and the story...but I'm not Henson. In a previous life I was!...maybe...anyway, on with the story.
Chapter 1
The Really Short Chapter
"Sarah! Just because you never had a mother doesn't mean I should never have a father! If you didn't love him, why did you marry him? Why do you have to get a divorce? You always said you loved him! Why did that stop? Does love do that? Is that what happened with Gramma? Is it because of me? Do you both hate me now that I am a teenager? Or is it just because you made a mistake and never wanted to admit it? How long has it been since you stopped loving him?"
Dakota slammed her door. Sarah rubbed her head. She hated it when Dakota called her by her first name. But it meant she was serious. Teens. Can't live with 'em, can't ship 'em off to Australia for a few years…she had good points…but does she have to yell at me for them?
Dakota stared at herself in the mirror, trying to prove she looked nothing like her mother. She was failing. She had thick, dark brown hair, she had the same skin type, and though she was thinner with a heart shaped face, no one could doubt she was her mother's daughter. In anger one day six months ago, she had cut her hair to just above the ears and died it purple. She had a mowhawk for awhile, but it hadn't worked. Now she just had spiky hair.
A pair of black angular glasses slipped down her nose, her eyes, mismatched, one dark green, the other icy blue, were blurred by tears and eyeliner. Her mother never explained why she had mismatched eyes. Sarah always seemed to grow cold when she asked. She learned to stop asking.
With a groan, she threw herself onto her bed. Feeling something hard in her back, she dug around in her sheets. A book.
She picked up the book her mother had given her for her birthday. The Labyrinth.
"Ha." Dakota thought venomously.
"As if this kind of stuff could happen. I WISH THE GOBLIN KING WOULD TAKE ME AWAY FROM HERE RIGHT NOW! See, no…" her voice trailed off as she saw the man, or elf, or goblin that stood in her large bay window that had been her mothers. She looked again at the…male in her window. He looked so out of place in his white trousers and light periwinkle tunic and spiked blonde hair….