Disclaimer - I do not own Jareth, the labyrinth or anything I havn't made up. However, I do own Deborah, Roxy, the storyline and anything else I have made up.
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Deborah sank further into her hard, uncomfortable plastic seat. She was bored, and had been for the entire duration of the 6 hours she'd been in what she called 'The Hell Hole'. She stared at her other table companions. Leanne, her bunches looking slightly disheveled, Cristine, her eyes half closed, and Karen, head resting on fist, looked equally bored. Her eyes flicked up briefly to the teacher who's mouth seemed to be forming inaudible words, to Deborah anyway. Deborah's head was more engaged with a song that was drifting through her mind...
'Prayers they hide the saddest veiw
Believing the strangest things
Loving the Alien'
"Deborah Roberts, it's nearly the end of the day, please do refrain from gwaping at the blinds."
A sharp voice interupted her thoughts.
"Yes Mr Bleakly." Deborah sighed, before biting her tounge to stop her from retorting something ruder.
She ignored the sniggers from the others in the classroom. She pushed her brown hair out of her face and tried in earnest to look as if she was listning to her science lesson that really was, in the sixteen year olds opinion, a waste of time. Deborah was so relieved when the end of the day came. She hurried out of the classroom, pushing past an giggling heave of year 8's. Not bothering to say goodbye to anyone, she held her bag close to her, and headed for the doors.
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The turned the silver key in the lock, opened the door and stepped inside the small, dingy house. It was dim, as it took a long time for Deborah to get to her house from school and the light was fading. Her mother would be back around 8 o'clock from work. Though Deborah didnt really care. She greeted once of her most precious things as it came racing out of the living room. Deborah bent down and greeted the brown and white terrier affectionately.
"Roxy!" Deborah excliamed as the dog jumped up and pawed at the girls chest. Once free,she made her way to the kitchen, followed by her dog.
"Just us again Rox." Deborah glanced at the little dog who was wagging her tail at the sound of her owners voice. She boiled the kettle and proceded in making a cup of coffee before making her way up the uncarpetted stairs, as she did every dull, tedious day.
The dog reached Deborah's room before Deborah herself managed to get there. She was glad to get into her own room. The rest of the rooms in the house seemed dull but the pictures round her room made its much brighter. It was small, but cozy. It didn't have much furtniture and didn't have any curtains. A grey blanket was draped loosely over the bed and, since Roxy didn't have a bed, Deborah had to share it with her dog.
She switched a light on and hurridly made her way to the bathroom and filled Roxy's water bowl up. When she returned she closed the door and flopped onto her bed next to Roxy, immediatly sitting back up again, realizing she was still in her school uniform. She changed into one of the only decent outfits she owned, a red, on-the-verge-of-being-too-small jumper, and black vest t-shirt and a pair of fitted jeans. After putting on the clothes, Deborah looked in the mirror. Her dark brown, near black, hair fell in tight ringlets to mid way down her arms. She'd had it permed, thanks to her only friend, Mark, at the music shop, for her 16th birthday. He knew she could afford even half the price that it was going to cost, so he'd saved up for her to have it done, knowing how much she'd love it. She'd insisted she have it like that of Marc Bolan's, her second biggest influence, who also had written the song containing her name.
Her skin wasnt flawless, but it wasnt bad either. She then turned her attention to her favourite part of herself. Her eyes, crystal blue, shone out everything that Deborah was. Fiery, passionate, and determined. Her eyes then fell to the necklace that sported a small silver bow, symbolizing the man who kept her going everyday. David Bowie.She stood up and eyed her pictures with a sad smile. They were all of her hero. A man she admired and loved with all of her heart. A saviour and a god.
She thought of all the David Bowie stuff she had scraped and saved for. She had a little saturday job at the animal home doing odd jobs but it didnt pay very well and her mother never gave her anything, let alone money.
Deborah once again sat down on the bed next to Roxy who immediatley climbed on her lap. She smiled down at the brown and white bundle of fluff seated on her. She had taken Roxy in from the animal home. Deborah's mother refused to have anything to do with the dog and so Roxy was Deborah's sole responisbility. She didnt mind though. She loved the company andthe little Jack Russel never failed to make her laugh.
She twisted round and leant against her pillows, Roxy lounging over her legs. She eyed one picture in particular. It was a picture of David Bowie, dressed as the Goblin King. Thinking back to the film, she realized she loathed Sarah. Having a big house, lots of things to do, a family, and a Goblin King after her.
"I wish the Goblin King would come at take me away from this god awful place."Roxy wagged her tail at Doborah's voice. "I do. I do I do I do!" She squeaked, laughing at how much her dog was getting excited at her tone of voice.
"Come on, walk, now, before it gets too dark." She sighed, watching Roxy dash down the stairs, knowing she'd be waiting by the door, waiting for the best part of her day.
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Well, you may have noticed (if you have a pair of eyes in your head) that I've changed the name from Clara. I started to dislike that name to much, it sounded like a carpet after the millionth time writing it.
Love to you
Q. x
