I don't own anything!! I don't even own my brain. (Don't ask) Now my Wichtleins read on.
There was a knock at the front door. The stepmother walked in to answer it. At the door stood a man with unruleable blonde hair. " Mrs. Williams? I'm Sarah's teacher, Mr. Brags. We spoke on the phone." She nodded her head and motions him in to the kitchen.
"Sorry that the place is such a mess." She said waving around. Mr. Brags just smiled at the woman. "Now about Sarah." Mr. Brags started. " I don't know what is wrong with her." Karen said tearfully, "We, her father and I, left her to watch the baby and she hasn't been the same. She's sad all the time and she doesn't talk anymore. I don't care about the cost I just wish that she can be happy again," she was sobbing now. Mr. Braggs tapped her hand and she stopped crying and her sadness was replaced by a blank look. " I will what I can do about that." Jareth said walking out the front door. There was never a mention of a Mr. Brags ever again.
- I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry
