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Can you still be considered to be a fully functioning being if you feel like your entire existence has been ripped in two, and you are just going through the motions? Are you just able to go on when everywhere you look there are ghosts of your past; a past that no one believes is real? This is what life has come to for Sarah. This life of questions and no answers, this life of lies and secrets, this life of solitude in the state run insane asylum, this is what Jareth has done to her. Or so she thought.
The Labyrinth was a life changing experience. Sarah became a more mature and responsible woman because of it. She flourished in school and in her social life. To all appearances she had a perfect life.
"But what no one knew was that the King of the Goblins had fallen in love with the girl and had given her certain powers." Not even the girl herself.
It all started slowly. Sarah first noticed something was different about her when she woke up on the first day of her senior year, 3 years after her journey into the Labyrinth. She stretched her arm to shut off her still sleeping alarm clock and slowly rolled out of her bed. She rubbed her eyes and looked at her clock to check the time. She thought it was weird of her to wake up without it. She usually had to set it an hour before she needed to wake up, just to get up on time. Yet here she was awake and out of bed at 7 A.M. It took her only a second to notice that her perfectly ordinary old fashioned brass alarm clock had gained a number. She shook her head to clear any remains of sleep that might be desperately clinging onto her already overactive mind. She took a deep breath and said to herself "Ok get a grip Sarah; you did not just see a thirteen on your clock. It's just not possible, you're still half asleep and your eyes must be blurry. There is no way that you just saw what you think you saw. Ok now you're going to open your eyes and see that everything is as it should be."
Sarah slowly opened her eyes and looked at her seemingly innocent alarm clock, and to her immense relief she saw only twelve numbers on its face. To her horror however, she saw that she was not awake at 7 like she first thought, but 8! She was late for class!
After getting ready faster than she ever had, Sarah was on her way to school. She couldn't help thinking about what she thought was part of a dream, but now wasn't so sure. She knew for a fact that the clock said 7 when she woke up, but it also had 13 numbers, so that couldn't be right. When she looked again and it was an ordinary 12 hour clock she was up an hour late. It just didn't make sense.
Sarah thought about that stupid clock throughout all her classes. She didn't even remember the teacher's names, let alone if she even made it to the right classes. It wasn't until she arrived back at her parent's house that she noticed something she hadn't before. There, stuck in the window sill of her bedroom window, gliding back and forth in the wind, was one single solitary white owl feather.
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