Sarah glanced around the room, double and triple checking that every last item was packed in one of the brown cardboard boxes. She walked to her vanity and checked the drawers, assuring that all of her supplies were packed away. She nodded to herself when she was sure her work was done and walked downstairs to let her father know she was ready to begin packing the boxes into her car.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she had finally grown up. Moving out of her parent's house was just the next step in confirming it. She had already purchased a small starter home about half an hour away, which was in a perfect location. She couldn't help but smile with excitement as she made her way down the slick wooden stairs.

The smile seemed to fly from her face as the noticed her younger brother, Toby, peering up at her from the bottom of the steps. Was she really so absorbed in her moving out that she completely forgot about him? She quickly stepped down the last few stairs and held out her arms, insisting that he give her a hug. She held his tiny body tightly against her own, her eyes wet. She couldn't cry now. Crying would only alert Toby that something was wrong. She took a deep breath and placed her hands on her brother's bony shoulders, holding him away from her so she could look into his eyes. "I love you Toby, you know that, right?" she said quietly. He simply nodded and sniffled. "I can always come back and visit, buddy. I am still super close by!" she said, a smile lighting up her face. He nodded and smiled with her, then hugged her one last time before running off and plopping down on the couch to watch TV.

Sarah reminded herself of why she came downstairs in the first place and then set off to find her father. There was no way she could carry those boxes down by herself. All of her possessions had only taken up a couple boxes, but boy, were they heavy! She tapped her knuckles on the door to her father's office a couple times before slowly opening the door. Sitting at his desk, he was perusing through an old photo album. He looked up as she entered and cleared his throat before closing the album and rising from his chair. "What do you need, sweetheart?" he asked her, his voice slightly shaking. Sarah looked at him knowingly and walked to him. Wrapping her arms around him, she said "Dad, I know it must be hard." She pulled away slightly to look up to his face. "But I'm ready to do this now. I'm almost done with college, anyway. It's inevitable." She pulled away completely, almost forgetting, once again, why she needed her father's help.

"I have finished packing, and the boxes are all stacked up in my room. Do you think you could help me carry them down to the car?" she asked politely, still fighting the tears that were threatening to spill down her cheeks. He silently nodded and followed her upstairs.

The boxes were stuffed into the back of her small Volkswagen in just a few minutes. She slammed the trunk of her car and went back into the house, reminded to grab her coat from the coat rack as a shiver ran down her spine. Winter was almost over, but it was still nippy outside.

Her stepmother was still no where to be found, but she didn't feel like asking her father of her whereabouts. As bad as she knew it sounded, she was ready to get going. Her dad was seated at the kitchen table, unfolding a newspaper. Sarah went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water before walking to her father and placing a kiss on his cheek. "I'm going to get going, Dad." she said, her voice quavering slightly. The paper slipped from his fingers as he stood and enveloped her small frame in a hug. She closed her eyes and fought back the tears, not wanting to make Toby upset. Her father released her and walked her to the door, inviting Toby to come walk her out. Toby smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her along to her car.

Toby always liked the closing the car door, although Sarah never understood why. As he slammed the door shut behind her, she put the keys in the ignition, immediately turning on the heat to warm up a little. Toby ran to stand next to her father and waved as she began pulling away. Sarah smiled and waved as she pulled away, but as soon as they were out of sight, the tears spilled over and she gripped the steering wheel hard as she began the drive to her new home.

Hi, everyone! I'm starting this new fic and I'm honestly not quite sure where I'm wanting this to go just yet.

The rating is subject to change if I will it to, by the way.

As you can see, a title is not in place, but I think most writers usually don't have a title right off the bat, anyways.

I do hope you enjoy this as I write more, and please do not hesitate to give suggestions and write reviews. They are greatly appreciated!

Also, just wanted to throw this in real quick. Labyrinth characters are not mine. They belong to Jim Henson. I own all other characters :)

Thanks!