Hey people!!! This is my first Laby fanfic, so please don't be mean!!!!!
I'm a very fragile child. I break easily under flames!!!! ( I hope it's
at least kinda original. Lemme know if you want more. (
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The party the night before had gone long into the night. Sarah slept late the next day, not achieving consciousness until far after the sun had risen. She awoke slowly, with bleary eyes, as shattered memories of her dream ran through her mind. A crystal, a dance, owl's eyes, blond hair. She shook those thought from her mind and went to check on Toby.
Toby also seemed to have slept late. He lay with a soft smile on his face, a smile of contentment. Sarah lightly brushed his hair back and went downstairs for breakfast. The sunlit kitchen was peaceful in the noon light. Sarah picked up the sheet of paper on the table and read it quickly, with no surprise. "Sarah, went out to eat lunch and go shopping. Be back late this evening." Sarah sighed. Well, at least she had the house to herself.
After breakfast, Sarah went up to her room. She felt the need to change it the way that she had changed overnight. She had grabbed a large box, and started to put her old toys and stuffed animals into it. Her hand brushed the red Labyrinth book as she put away the music box with the dancer. Something inside told her to open it. To read those words one last time before she put it away forever.
Sitting on the floor, oblivious to the box and everything else in her room, she began to read the story she knew by heart.
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The party the night before had gone long into the night. Sarah slept late the next day, not achieving consciousness until far after the sun had risen. She awoke slowly, with bleary eyes, as shattered memories of her dream ran through her mind. A crystal, a dance, owl's eyes, blond hair. She shook those thought from her mind and went to check on Toby.
Toby also seemed to have slept late. He lay with a soft smile on his face, a smile of contentment. Sarah lightly brushed his hair back and went downstairs for breakfast. The sunlit kitchen was peaceful in the noon light. Sarah picked up the sheet of paper on the table and read it quickly, with no surprise. "Sarah, went out to eat lunch and go shopping. Be back late this evening." Sarah sighed. Well, at least she had the house to herself.
After breakfast, Sarah went up to her room. She felt the need to change it the way that she had changed overnight. She had grabbed a large box, and started to put her old toys and stuffed animals into it. Her hand brushed the red Labyrinth book as she put away the music box with the dancer. Something inside told her to open it. To read those words one last time before she put it away forever.
Sitting on the floor, oblivious to the box and everything else in her room, she began to read the story she knew by heart.