The Lost and The Lonely
Sadly, this chapter has no Jareth. The next one will, I promise!! Disclaimer: I own nothing but Judith, and her family. Everything else is copyright Jim Henson.. (I wanna own Jareth! *sob*)
Chapter 1-
The sky was slowly turning dark. It was currently a pinky blue, fading away to black. And on a small field outside of a tiny city in New York, a 17-year-old girl was running around carrying a field hockey stick. "Blast!" she muttered. "Just my luck. Everyone else gets to go home, but I had to miss that last goal." She mocked her coach, " '15 laps and you can go home, Judy.' How many times do I have to tell people not to call me Judy!"
She finished up right after it got dark, and wondered what to do. After her parents had died 3 years past, she had loathed going to her aunt's house every evening, just to be yelled at. She walked down the silent streets, taking as long as possible to get home. Finally, she approached the looming white frame house badly in need of repair, her aunt's home. As soon as she entered her aunt spoke up, "Judith! Where have you been?! You promised to give John a bath! I needed you here 3 hours ago!" "I had field hockey practice," she retorted. "And I never promised, you ordered me to." She trod up the stairs, carrying her little cousin, John up the stairs. She plunked him in the tub and gave him a bar of soap. "Scrub," she ordered. "I'll be back in 5 minutes. She ran to her room, her sanctuary. Unlike the rest of the house, this room was spotless, and very organised. Judith flopped on her bed, and hugged her pillow. She felt something hard in the pillowcase, and pulled out a small red paperback book, the pages yellow around the edges. It was titled 'The Labyrinth'. "I wonder where this came from."she mused, and flipped through it. After a few minutes, she was enthralled.
-------------------------------------------1 Hour Later--------------------- -----------
"Judith!!! JUDITH!!!" Judith sprung from her bed, book in her hands. Her aunt's voice brought her back to reality. "I come upstairs, hoping John is in bed, and I find him in the tub, shrinkled like a prune! You were supposed to bath him!"
Judith quickly id her book under her covers, and lied, "Practise was tough. I must have fallen asleep as soon as I laid down. I'll be right there!"
She heard her aunt muttering about how ungrateful she was for 2 years of care and food. Judith walked over to her bookcase, and picked up a picture of her parents, the last perfect one she had. Her mother was young, 34, when she died, her father a few years older. She remembered her mother, Anna, as being perfect. Raised in London, she came to America as a French translator. She met Judith's father, David, at a small party of her friend's. They got married a year later.
But then, 14 years later, a fire started in their comfortable 4 bedroom home. Propane tank exploded, the police told people. Happens quite a bit. Sad, but not a big deal.
The next weeks of school were odd for Judith. Her parents' former lawyer was taking care of her parents' will. Everyone avoided her. Once one of the popular girls, she was labeled 'odd'. And now she was stuck with her aunt, who only took her in as to have a housekeeper.
Judith put back the picture and trudged down the stairs, to find her aunt glaring at her in the living room. "You are grounded. No more social events, no more anything, until you leave my home."
"It's not like I ever went out anyway!" Judith replied.
"Well then. How about I write your coach a letter, telling her to take you off the team," her aunt smirked, knowing she had gotten Judith. "Yes, that will do nicely."
"It's not FAIR," Judith shouted, and ran up the stairs, back to her room, her books, her sanctuary.
She flopped on the bed, and picked up 'The Labyrinth'. She opened it to her page, and saw something that caught her eye a few paragraphs down.
"I wish the Goblin King would come and take me away.. Right now."
Yes, okay! I'm a terrible writer, but please review! I want to know if I should keep on writing this story!
Thank you! *hug*
Sadly, this chapter has no Jareth. The next one will, I promise!! Disclaimer: I own nothing but Judith, and her family. Everything else is copyright Jim Henson.. (I wanna own Jareth! *sob*)
Chapter 1-
The sky was slowly turning dark. It was currently a pinky blue, fading away to black. And on a small field outside of a tiny city in New York, a 17-year-old girl was running around carrying a field hockey stick. "Blast!" she muttered. "Just my luck. Everyone else gets to go home, but I had to miss that last goal." She mocked her coach, " '15 laps and you can go home, Judy.' How many times do I have to tell people not to call me Judy!"
She finished up right after it got dark, and wondered what to do. After her parents had died 3 years past, she had loathed going to her aunt's house every evening, just to be yelled at. She walked down the silent streets, taking as long as possible to get home. Finally, she approached the looming white frame house badly in need of repair, her aunt's home. As soon as she entered her aunt spoke up, "Judith! Where have you been?! You promised to give John a bath! I needed you here 3 hours ago!" "I had field hockey practice," she retorted. "And I never promised, you ordered me to." She trod up the stairs, carrying her little cousin, John up the stairs. She plunked him in the tub and gave him a bar of soap. "Scrub," she ordered. "I'll be back in 5 minutes. She ran to her room, her sanctuary. Unlike the rest of the house, this room was spotless, and very organised. Judith flopped on her bed, and hugged her pillow. She felt something hard in the pillowcase, and pulled out a small red paperback book, the pages yellow around the edges. It was titled 'The Labyrinth'. "I wonder where this came from."she mused, and flipped through it. After a few minutes, she was enthralled.
-------------------------------------------1 Hour Later--------------------- -----------
"Judith!!! JUDITH!!!" Judith sprung from her bed, book in her hands. Her aunt's voice brought her back to reality. "I come upstairs, hoping John is in bed, and I find him in the tub, shrinkled like a prune! You were supposed to bath him!"
Judith quickly id her book under her covers, and lied, "Practise was tough. I must have fallen asleep as soon as I laid down. I'll be right there!"
She heard her aunt muttering about how ungrateful she was for 2 years of care and food. Judith walked over to her bookcase, and picked up a picture of her parents, the last perfect one she had. Her mother was young, 34, when she died, her father a few years older. She remembered her mother, Anna, as being perfect. Raised in London, she came to America as a French translator. She met Judith's father, David, at a small party of her friend's. They got married a year later.
But then, 14 years later, a fire started in their comfortable 4 bedroom home. Propane tank exploded, the police told people. Happens quite a bit. Sad, but not a big deal.
The next weeks of school were odd for Judith. Her parents' former lawyer was taking care of her parents' will. Everyone avoided her. Once one of the popular girls, she was labeled 'odd'. And now she was stuck with her aunt, who only took her in as to have a housekeeper.
Judith put back the picture and trudged down the stairs, to find her aunt glaring at her in the living room. "You are grounded. No more social events, no more anything, until you leave my home."
"It's not like I ever went out anyway!" Judith replied.
"Well then. How about I write your coach a letter, telling her to take you off the team," her aunt smirked, knowing she had gotten Judith. "Yes, that will do nicely."
"It's not FAIR," Judith shouted, and ran up the stairs, back to her room, her books, her sanctuary.
She flopped on the bed, and picked up 'The Labyrinth'. She opened it to her page, and saw something that caught her eye a few paragraphs down.
"I wish the Goblin King would come and take me away.. Right now."
Yes, okay! I'm a terrible writer, but please review! I want to know if I should keep on writing this story!
Thank you! *hug*