Okay, so...ah...I just thought that I'd go ahead and get this over with now; my computer is crap and sometimes it doesn't let me upload things onto the Internet from my documents, so, yeah... Anyways, I hope this is any good. I think I have what's gonna happen at the 'party'(okay, really it's more of a ball)but maybe some suggestions would be nice.

Loud laughter lures me into the kitchen, my dark blue, spaghetti strap nightgown sweeping against my ankles. Before I go down, though, I grab my silk white robe and slip on a pair of dark blue princess looking slippers. Running my hand along the garland that wraps around the railing leading down the staircase and look at the Christmas decorations stung all across the room. None of these were here last night…what day is it? Christmas break started the sixteenth but I don't know the day today. Could it really be December nineteenth? Only seven days until Christmas. Wow.

"Mom," I walk into the kitchen and again I'm greeted by a grinning David Bowie and my mother. "Mom, what's today?" Pulling my robe tighter around me I peek over at David. What's he doing here again?

"It's the twenty-first dear," She grins at me, her golden curls twisting their way out of her braid. "Happy birthday."

David takes a sip of something in the coffee cup, steam twisting it's way from the cup. "Happy birthday, Sarah."

I blush. "Thank you, Mom, David." I bite my lip, turning my head then looking back. "Why do you keep calling me Sarah?"

"I don't know," He warms his hand against his cup. "I guess you just strike me as a Sarah."

"Oh,"

"Mariah," Mom says, taking my attention form the celebrity before me. "David was just telling me about a Christmas party, tonight. He wanted us to go, for a birthday party."

"But what about Dad?"

"I already talked to him; they're going to Pennsylvania to spend Christmas with Linda's family." She says and stand up, going to a teapot on the stove and grabs a white coffee cup, and pours hot water into the cup and dumps a packet of hot cocoa into it. "Come have some hot chocolate. I'll make you some French toast, too."

I watch as she sets the cup at the seat across from David and she heads off to make me my birthday breakfast. I sit at the cup and take a sip, allowing it to warm up my throat and stomach. "A party, huh?"

David smiles at me and sets his cup down. "Yes, plenty of delicious food, extravagant decorations," he glances down at his cup. "Some other people of your interest may be there as well."

I take a sip. "Such as?"

"Jennifer, Jim, Toby…Jareth." I laugh at the last name he said. Maybe him knowing about my…intense liking could be a good thing.

"Is it a formal thing?"

He purses his lips. "More like Jareth's ball."

"Is it?"

"Well, no, but I figured that since it's your birthday and we were having a party anyway, we could make it more in your honor."

"Why?" Really? A party in my honor? From a celebrity I've known a day? More than that, but the person that portrayed the most marveling person ever? Oh. My. God.

"If we have to repeat the same Christmas party one more time, I will die." I giggle. "So I figured to use you as an excuse to change it up a bit."

"Awesome, thanks!" I take another drink, getting a little hyped up for this party. "Wait, so…do we, like dress up for it…like masks and the dresses and stuff."

"Of course!" He stands and picks up his cup, setting it on the counter next to my mom with his hand still on it, leaning against the counter. "The more you dress up, the better." He looks at my mom. "But, I really must be going, Iman is sure to wonder where I am."

"Okay. Bye. I'll see you tonight." I say as my mom sets my French toast in front of me along the syrup. I give a little wave and David and my mom depart, heading toward the door.

I go to take a bite but before I even get it in my mouth I hear my mother bring up my name. "David, I appreciate what your doing for Mariah but I'd really rather you didn't encourage her…her obsession with this, so-called Labyrinth. It's unhealthy and she believes it so much already."

"I'm sorry, Drew. So you wont be coming?" Concern dripping from every word.

"It's her birthday, so yes, she can go, but…."

"I understand. Bye, Drew." I hear the door open. "Good Bye…Mariah!" He calls out to me.

"Bye," I mutter, picking up my plate and dumping it into the sink, toast and all. Running up the staircase, my mother calls out my name but I ignore her and slam my bedroom door shut.

A few minutes later, I'm lying on my bed with my blankets over my head. "Mariah? Mariah, dear? Honey, I wont be able to make it to the party but David will pick you up at six. I'll pick you up after at midnight."

"Go away!" I yell into my pillow. She either doesn't feel like fighting right now or just didn't hear me because she doesn't answer and I hear footsteps leading down the stairs.