Sarah sounded like such a brat in the movie, so I decided to rewrite the story... added a little bit here and there... and I made Jareth younger because he looks old enough to be her FATHER in the movie...
Disclaimer- I obviously do not in any possible way shape or form own 'Labyrinth'.
Labyrinth: Rewritten
As I stumbled unceremoniously through the park trees for the third time that week, I wondered yet again why I was tromping through a frog infested park, wearing a homemade princess dress and converse sneakers. And no, as I had repeatedly told the small children on the playground, I was most decidedly not an escapee from an insane asylum. Rather, I was attempting to practice my part for the upcoming school play I was in. Note the word 'attempting'.
Then, after narrowly avoiding a startled jogger and her dog, I squeezed in between two closely spaced trees, and struggled into a small clearing… and promptly fell over. I heard a soft cooing from above my head. I flipped over onto my back, and found myself staring up into the golden eyes of an owl. I blinked. The owl blinked. I smiled slowly.
"Ah ha! I have found the Goblin King!" I raised my arms toward the owl, who looked mildly surprised.
"Goblin King, give me the child." I declared theatrically, whilst standing up and brushing caked mud off my skirts. "Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle far beyond the Goblin City, to take back the child that you have stolen." I paused dramatically. "For my will… is as strong as yours…." I screwed up my face in concentration, "… and… and… dang the butterscotch!" I swore. "I can never remember that line. Why do we even have that line?" I muttered to myself as I yanked the script out of my pocket. Suddenly, my phone began vibrating in my back pocket. I flipped it out, and checked the caller ID. Oh lordy. Karen. It was never a good sign when she called me.
"Hello?" I said tentatively as I stuck it next to my ear.
"Sarah, where are you? You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago!" My stepmother's voice shrieked from the other end. I snapped the phone shut, and double checked the time. Oh lordy. She was right, and I was so dead. Hiking up my skirts, I turned around and raced out of the park.
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