Farrah shut her house's front door. Her Old English sheepdog ran to catch up. "Merlin II, we're going to the park to practice my story today, that is, while we still can." she informed him. "Jared and Sarah are still at the neighbor's." Thoughts of her stepfather popped into her head. She hated Jared with a passion. She pushed these thoughts aside as she and Merlin II arrived at the park.
This book that Farrah was so infatuated with, and the one she'd trekked to the park to practice was called "The Labyrinth". She'd inherited the little red storybook from her mother. One day, many years ago, Sarah had carefully passed the book on to her.
A slight gust of wind blew. Farrah's green dress swayed with the breeze. That reminded her: she'd inherited the dress from her mother too. She pushed these thoughts elsewhere. She assumed a theatrical pose. This was well memorized, but also an inheritance from her mother. She focused on an unseen being that had something she wanted. He was 80's rock star but at the same time straight out of a fairy tale. He was a kingly figure with wild blonde hair and mismatched eyes. He ruled goblins. His name was Jareth.
"Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered." Farrah uttered in a trance-like state,
"I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the goblin city to take back the child that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours and my kingdom is as great."
Suddenly Farrah became a familiar electronic buzzing in the back of her mind. Her theatrical pose held a moment longer.
"Dammit I never remember to forget that cell phone!" she yelled in anger.
She took her cell phone from her sleeve and mumbled a slightly annoyed "Hello?" into the receiver.
"Hello? Farrah?" the voice asked.
"Uh!" Farrah yelled in frustration.
It was her stepdad Jared, whom she hated.
"What do you want?" she replied angrily. Jared sighed on the other end of the line.
"We need you here now, not an hour later like we had planned."
Farrah's head whipped around to the clock tower, who's face said 5:00.
"Great!" she screamed sarcastically.
Did Jared particularly enjoy cutting in on her free time? And with his impatience? He'd be mad if she was there 5 minutes after they hung up. It was impossible to please him, so Farrah had just quit trying, long ago.
Just then Farrah's barn owl Freddie landed on her shoulder. Her barn owl was ever so quick to please, and never let her out of sight. He'd been asleep when Farrah'd left the house: she made sure of that. He must've waken up soon after. He'd flown straight here, because that's where Farrah was 99% of the time.
"Hey Freddie." Farrah mumbled to her barn owl.
She suddenly realized that she was still holding the cell phone, and Jared was asking if she was still on the line.
"Fine. I'll come. This had better be good." Farrah informed him. Farrah heard Jared shout "Farrah!" before she broke the connection.
"Well," Farrah said, as if giving herself closure "our practice got cut a little short by that bastard we know as Jared." Farrah summoned her wandering pets over and began the walk home.
A large clap of thunder startled the trio. So did the large raindrops when they fell from the sky. Farrah's slow walk broke to an all out sprint. She finally reached the house, but was soaked, despite her efforts. Jared was standing in the house doorway, looking annoyed with her.
This book that Farrah was so infatuated with, and the one she'd trekked to the park to practice was called "The Labyrinth". She'd inherited the little red storybook from her mother. One day, many years ago, Sarah had carefully passed the book on to her.
A slight gust of wind blew. Farrah's green dress swayed with the breeze. That reminded her: she'd inherited the dress from her mother too. She pushed these thoughts elsewhere. She assumed a theatrical pose. This was well memorized, but also an inheritance from her mother. She focused on an unseen being that had something she wanted. He was 80's rock star but at the same time straight out of a fairy tale. He was a kingly figure with wild blonde hair and mismatched eyes. He ruled goblins. His name was Jareth.
"Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered." Farrah uttered in a trance-like state,
"I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the goblin city to take back the child that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours and my kingdom is as great."
Suddenly Farrah became a familiar electronic buzzing in the back of her mind. Her theatrical pose held a moment longer.
"Dammit I never remember to forget that cell phone!" she yelled in anger.
She took her cell phone from her sleeve and mumbled a slightly annoyed "Hello?" into the receiver.
"Hello? Farrah?" the voice asked.
"Uh!" Farrah yelled in frustration.
It was her stepdad Jared, whom she hated.
"What do you want?" she replied angrily. Jared sighed on the other end of the line.
"We need you here now, not an hour later like we had planned."
Farrah's head whipped around to the clock tower, who's face said 5:00.
"Great!" she screamed sarcastically.
Did Jared particularly enjoy cutting in on her free time? And with his impatience? He'd be mad if she was there 5 minutes after they hung up. It was impossible to please him, so Farrah had just quit trying, long ago.
Just then Farrah's barn owl Freddie landed on her shoulder. Her barn owl was ever so quick to please, and never let her out of sight. He'd been asleep when Farrah'd left the house: she made sure of that. He must've waken up soon after. He'd flown straight here, because that's where Farrah was 99% of the time.
"Hey Freddie." Farrah mumbled to her barn owl.
She suddenly realized that she was still holding the cell phone, and Jared was asking if she was still on the line.
"Fine. I'll come. This had better be good." Farrah informed him. Farrah heard Jared shout "Farrah!" before she broke the connection.
"Well," Farrah said, as if giving herself closure "our practice got cut a little short by that bastard we know as Jared." Farrah summoned her wandering pets over and began the walk home.
A large clap of thunder startled the trio. So did the large raindrops when they fell from the sky. Farrah's slow walk broke to an all out sprint. She finally reached the house, but was soaked, despite her efforts. Jared was standing in the house doorway, looking annoyed with her.