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"Where are you going?" Toby stood in the door of his sister's bedroom as he watched her as she climbed through her vanity mirror. His sister was always doing strange things but this was the strangest he'd seen in a long time.
"Oh!" Sarah turned and poked her head back through the mirror at Toby. "I'm just going to visit my friend for a little while. I won't be long."
"But, you promised Sir Didymus you would play scrabble with him. Who are you visiting now?" He watched as Sarah crawled out of the mirror and crouched down on the floor in front of him. "I'll be back by then," Sarah said scooping Toby up in her arms, giving her brother a proper hug. "I can even tell you a story if you'd like. How does that sound?"
Sarah wasn't home as much as Toby wanted her to be. He liked having his sister around. She was fun and told her stories when his parents were too tired from taking care of his new little sister. Since she was an adult now and had school she was only home on certain occasions and for holidays. Sarah hated being away from him because she didn't want him to feel abandoned, so she was home as much as she possibly could.
Unfortunately, her friends also took up a lot of her time as well. She had promised she would see her friend and kept putting it off. It was long overdue.
Sure Sarah had normal friends- the kind you get coffee with or help study for that last minute exam- but she also had her real friends. The labyrinth had become such an important part in Sarah's life. She couldn't let it go and refused to. It was a part of her that would always be there. Toby even came along every once and a while. He loved Sarah's friends. They had even become his own over time. The only problem was, was that he had to always keep it a secret. Over time he learned how to keep secrets. In fact, he loved keeping secrets because he had something he couldn't share with any one else except Sarah and that was special.
"You promise? No more than an hour?" Toby said showing Sarah his watch. He'd just started to tell time and was getting very good at it thanks to the help of his watch, which was a gift from one of his new friends.
Sarah bit her lip and tilted her head as she looked at his watch, "How about two hours?"
"No, no that won't do!" Toby shook his head furiously. "An hour and a half. Take it or leave it!"
She laughed at this. Her brother could be quite the drama king. "It's a deal then. An hour and a half. No later."
Her little brother grabbed hold of her shoulders, "Cross your heart?"
"Cross my heart," she said as she made the motion before giving Toby another hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Toby watched as his sister walked off and crawled back into her vanity mirror. He was always curious as to how she fit in there.
Sarah stepped out into the labyrinth. She had a piece of paper in her hand, which she uncrumpled and smoothed out against her blue jeans. "Ok, now where is it again?"
Thinking out loud always helped Sarah brainstorm and solve puzzles. Sometimes she was even caught doing it in her classes or out in public. It was embarrassing for a twenty-one year old to be caught talking to herself, it drew in attention. Sarah didn't seem to mind though. She knew that it helped her. It's not like her words were hurting anyone.
Left, right, sideways. Soon she reached the front of the maze with the long passageway that circled the entire labyrinth. It was one of the only spots that wasn't in constant change.
She wandered the stretch of emptiness keeping her eyes peeled for what she was searching for.
"AHA!" She said when she had finally found what she was looking for. She walked up close to it. There was a small door, a little bit smaller than the palm of her hand, wedged in-between a crack in the wall. She hesitated momentarily before tapping on the small door with her index finger.
" 'Allo?" A small voice came from the inside the hole as the door opened.
Toby sat on the floor of his sister's room. He waited and watched each minute pass. There could be plenty of things he could be doing. It was a beautiful day outside, perfect for riding his bicycle or going to the park. He could sail a toy boat on the lake or fly a kite. All of those things sounded boring compared to the adventures he could have with Sarah and his new friends.
Maybe there's a good book in here to read, Toby thought to himself. Sarah always told him great stories and her books were the best. Even though Toby wasn't the best reader for his age he still loved to read and was up for any challenge. He would pick up the biggest book in the library if he knew it was going to be a great adventure with a happy ending.
Toby began to scan over Sarah's bookshelf to look for a book that would feed his imagination and boredom. Any book that didn't seem too interesting he would toss on the floor. I can always pick them up when I finish, he thought, Sarah will be gone a while she won't even know what happened.
There were many books. Some he had read dozens of times, others were some of Sarah's old schoolbooks and didn't spark much interest in the six year old. He flopped onto Sarah's bed and took in a heaving sigh.
"There's not any good ones to read!" He rolled over to hide his head under his sister's pillow when he hit something hard.
"Hey," he said sitting up and pulling out two small books. One had bright red leather binding with a golden design. It was titled, The Labyrinth. The other book was a bright blue and covered with magnificent sparkles. Toby liked to tilt in in the light and watch the book change colors and hues. This book didn't have a name. It didn't even have one on the back or the spine. This was very odd. He'd never seen a book like this. He set The Labyrinth aside and opened the mysterious blue one.
When he opened it he noticed Sarah's handwriting filled the pages. "Oh no, this must be her diary…I shouldn't look at it," he thought out loud. But Toby was compelled by the book. Sarah's handwriting look fancier and nicer than usually. It's like she took time to write in it. "If she didn't want anyone to read it, then she wouldn't have made it look so nice."
Toby got nice and comfortable and began to read. The pages were filled with things about Sarah's life. She talked about what happened at school and what kind of parties she went to. She even talked about Toby and her family and all of her friends from the labyrinth. Nothing seemed to be happening though. There wasn't really a story that Toby could pick up.
He was about to put the book down when he noticed a change in Sarah's writing. She seemed to be very angry at something and kept mentioning a name. The name was very familiar to Toby. He couldn't put his finger on it but he knew it had to be someone from the labyrinth.
I wanted to leave you with a bit of a cliff hanger! Can you guess who Toby is reading about...who Sarah is visiting? What about who gave Toby his watch?
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