A/N Here I am, back with another story that just struck me. It is a J/S story of course! Forgive me if this is slow, for it is just the first chapter.

Disclaimer: I will one day take over the world and I will own the Labyrinth, but for now it is just a far off dream.

One of Those Days

Chapter One- Monday

Have you ever had one of those days where you wake up on a Monday and it feels like a Friday, and you know from that moment on, it'll be the longest week ever? Well that's the kind of feeling that Sarah Williams had experienced at the beginning of the week. Perhaps we should go back to that fateful Monday morning, for a bit of insight into the longest week ever.

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The Previous Monday

What is that? That annoying, shrilling noise in my ear. It sounds like a dying cow. These were the first coherent thoughts in Sarah's head as the alarm woke her abruptly at five a.m. She quickly rolled over and slapped the off button on her clock. Except that she missed and whacked her hand on the edge of her bedside table. She quickly sat up and tried to get out of bed, but was tangled in her sheets and fell to the floor.

"Damn!" Sarah yelled quietly (if that's possible.) She did not, under any circumstances, wish to waken her stepmother, Karen, and get scolded at. No such luck.

Sarah's door burst open, and there stood Karen, looking pretty damn pissed. "Sarah, do not swear in front of your brother."

If this was a movie Sarah would have taken a stand and said "First of all, Toby is three, and doesn't know what 'damn' means, secondly, he's not here, he's sleeping like all normal people at this ungodly hour, and thirdly I don't like you very much at all." Unfortunately, Sarah had had her lesson in the power of words, and smartly held her tongue.

"Sorry Karen, I'll try to more quiet." Sarah said. I sound like a spineless guppy, she mused silently.

"Aren't you old enough to be living on your own yet?" Karen stated frankly and quite rudely in Sarah's opinion.

Sarah gapped at her stepmother for a few moments before saying, "I'm sixteen."

Karen gave Sarah a look and said, "Your point?" before turning and leaving the room.

And so began another tiresome Monday.

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Sarah strolled into school and to her locker with the unconscious grace that came from years of ballet. Sarah was lost in her own fantasy world and was gazing into the depths of locker as if searching for something. If she had been paying attention she would have noticed her friend Brody sneak up behind her, and would have been prepared for the attack. Sarah let out a shriek of laughter as Brody poked her in the stomach. She just happened to be very ticklish.

Sarah jumped away from her friend before smacking him. "Ow! What was that for?" Brody whined.

"For catching me unawares and using an underhand trick against me!" Sarah scowled, but soon smiled at her friend. Brody grinned at Sarah in return and threw an arm around her shoulders companionably.

"Shall we get to class?" he asked Sarah.

Sarah rolled her eyes before saying, "Lead the way."

Brody and Sarah had met freshman year. They were both in theater arts together. Though Sarah was serious about becoming an actress, it was fun to fool around and just have fun once in a while. That was the side of Sarah that Brody brought out. When they had first met, they had been partnered together for a project in theater arts in which they had to perform a skit. They had decided to take a different turn for the project and instead did a rendition of Santa Clause is Coming to Town. The project was…interesting, to say the least. They had come away from the project with a solid A-, and a solid friendship.

"So, how are you this beautiful Monday morning?" Brody asked Sarah.

Sarah turned her head to the nearest window to see that it was pouring and the wind was howling. She looked back to her friend with a raised brow, before groaning with realization. "It's only Monday," she whined. Brody only grinned and dragged Sarah to class.

"Oh!" Sarah exclaimed as soon as they entered the auditorium. Brody looked to Sarah in question. "I forgot my binder. I'm going to run and get it. Tell J-Rod where I am."

"Ok," Brody replied, but Sarah was already gone.

Sarah quickly walked through the halls to her locker and grabbed her binder. Sarah paused as she felt a change in the air around her. A frown creased her brow as she looked around. Nothing there, she mused silently. Sarah shrugged and started to head back to class. As she turned a corner she crashed into someone and they were both sent tumbling to the ground.

Sarah sat up in a daze and glanced at who she had knocked down. It was a girl, around her age with long black hair, sharp, pixie-like features and startling blue eyes.

"Sorry," Sarah said quickly to the girl.

The girl looked at Sarah and then smiled. "That's alright, wasn't just your fault."

Sarah smiled in return. "I'm Sarah," she said when she had stood back up.

"Tira," the girl replied. "I'm new here."

"Really?" Sarah asked. "What class are you headed to?"

"Theater arts," Tira said.

"Really? I'm in that class." Sarah smiled, and didn't notice the mischievous glint in the others eyes.

Tira only smiled and said, "Really? What a coincidence."

And really, what a coincidence it was.

Hello all! Here I am with a new story that just randomly struck me at say, 7:13. Of course Jareth will be in this story soon as this. There's no such thing as a coincidence. Please review!!!!!!!!