Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth. If I did I wouldn't be writing this!
The light filtered through the window, illuminating the dust floating off from the antique books and rising into the air. Sarah coughed and swayed her hand trying not to inhale any more dust into her lungs, as she flipped through the pages of a leather-bound book. She worked diligently to put the finishing touches her history paper that was due later in the week. The library was nearly deserted on an early Saturday morning, and if you dropped a pin it would reverberate off the oak-paneled walls and wooden shelves.
She sighed as she wrote the last sentence of her paper and gazed up at the clock, it was only a quarter after eleven. 'No way am I going home this early.' She thought to herself. Her father had taken Toby with him to visit her grandparents, and as much as she would love to see her grandparents, her busy school schedule would not permit it. This also meant that her stepmother was at home by herself, most likely cleaning the whole house like a manic as she tended to do during the first weekend of each month. Sarah and her step-mother never get along very well, although Sarah had grown to tolerate her much better now except there was still the occasional argument between them. She thought it best to stay out of her way most of the time, avoidance was a tactic that Sarah knew very well and used often. It seemed that she isolated herself from the outside world, only letting a select few in.
Quietly she sat up from the small table where she was working at and started to gather her belongings into her satchel. "Maybe I'll look for a good book to dive into for the rest of the day." She whispered to herself. She started perusing the aisles but she had either already read it before or it didn't catch her interest. Deeper and deeper she traveled into the library stacks of books, finally reaching the fiction section. A small scarlet red book caught her attention; it was looming above her head on the top shelf. She reached out to grab it but could not reach it, she bit her lipped and thought for a moment on how to solve her problem. She put her right foot on the second row and slowly lifted herself up, fortunately the shelves were securely fastened to the wall so it would not fall. Sarah snatched the book and jumped down victoriously with a small smile on her face. The book was dusty and she wiped it off with her sleeve trying to decipher the title. The letters on the cover were worn, only a dull shade of gold resided within the lightly carved text. "Oh you poor thing, all forgotten and abandoned about; no one's probably read you in along time" she said. One thing that Sarah loved was books, especially old ones. She had started collecting them after her grandmother gave her a copy of Grimm fairytales that had been passed down for over four generations. Sarah viewed books as treasures that offered an escape from reality even if it was only temporary.
She walked over to the window and raised the book up to the sun, hoping the light would help reveal the title. She squinted her eyes and deciphered the cursive font, the title spelled out L-A-B-Y-R-I-N-T-H. She gasped; something about that word triggered a torrent of butterflies in her stomach to start fluttering. There was something familiar about the book, like she has seen it before long ago. She was overwhelmed by a feeling of deju va. Her breathing became shallow and it felt as if the walls were going to close in on her. Swiftly she dropped the book and raced out of the library, unsure of her destination. Never noticing the dark eyes of the white owl perched outside on a tree branch witnessing her every move.