Chapter 2

She got in the car looking calm and cool as if nothing happened. She showed no signs of just how panic stricken she really was.

"How was school, hun?" Her dad asked after a couple minutes of driving in attempts to break the silence.

"It was ok I guess. I have to stay late after school tomorrow to make up more detentions." She lied. She normally wasn't so good at lying because the extra meds she took made her a little self-conscious.

"Really? I didn't think they had them on Fridays. I thought it was only Monday through Thursday." He had hinted, as if he could sense her lie. But by some miracle it sounded so convincing.

"It normally isn't but I have so many to make up that the teacher told me she'd let me stay tomorrow to make up for it then as well. She thought it'd also be a good idea to have me make up some class stuff then too. So I'll call you when it's over ok?" She wasn't lying on some things. She did normally do class make up with the detention teacher, but only during lunch on Fridays. She just didn't ever let anyone else know. If any of the other students found out she wouldn't have any work to ever turn in.

"Ok" he sighed, "just don't let it get later than 7 o' clock. That will give you 3 and half hours. I expect to see a better report card next time, understood?"

"Gottcha dad." She could barely believe it. She was going out with Sam and she successfully lied all within one day. "Hey dad, thanks."

"For what? Letting you stay after for a reason like that? I wouldn't be a very good father if I didn't what was best for my daughter."

She smiled at that. He never did anything without thinking of her. She really was her daddy's little girl, and she did nothing but make him worry. She wouldn't let go of her smile though. Because she didn't want him to look at her and frown too.

When she got home she ran upstairs and picked out an outfit for tomorrow. She did this for about an hour before deciding to wear an emerald green and silver necklace that she adored with a white V-neck and a knee length blue jean skirt with black flats. She liked the outfit and hoped Sam did too.

"Sarah, why you dressing up so pretty?" came a small voice from behind her. She turned to see toby standing in her bedroom doorway. Ever since the labyrinth she always did everything she could for toby without question. What could she do when she almost lost him forever from her own selfishness?

"I thought it'd be, you know, good for a change?" it came out sounding like a question. She could tell he knew she was lying but he simple ran to his pigsty of a nursery and came back with a paper bracelet with smiley faces on it. "Toby I love it thank you." She gave him a big hug before she told him that she had to do homework. He left her be while she did this for about 30 minutes. She was smart after all, so she knew all the answers, and that made her not take very long to do it. She decided to try to call up her friends again. It hadn't worked for so long but she never lost heart. She went to her vanity mirror and called out "hoggle, ludo, sir Didymus? Anyone there?" She tried for another half hour before her dad called her down to dinner.

She considered not eating but decided it'd be best not to overeat tomorrow. She didn't want to seem like a freak and a pig when she had a date. The memory of Sam asking her out made her smile.

After dinner she went back upstairs to read for a while. She could barely concentrate but she did manage to get through a few chapters before 9. She did her nightly yoga routine around that time and tonight was no exception. She does this for an hour before getting ready for bed. She plopped her head down on her pillow and thought of Sam. Soon after she fell asleep when the whisper came.

"Sarah" the spine tingling voice called. She ran through the labyrinth in hopes of finding him.

"Why do you hide? I'm right here. Please, show me, I need you to. Please!" What was she begging for in her dream she never seemed to know. All she knew was only he could show her what she needed. That she needed him for reasons she could not yet tell. "You can't die! You just can't do that when I'm right here!" wait, what was she yelling to him? Was he, the almighty goblin king dying? No way that could be right?

"Sarah" came the whisper, but fading. It was like he was going farther away. She ran faster, trying with all her might to catch up. However, it was all in vain. He wasn't here and she knew it.

"No!" she woke up screaming. That was the first and only time that dream ever appeared in such a way. She never before begged him not to die, because she didn't know he was. However when she woke up, she felt like it was true. She felt like he was dying because of something. She couldn't stop shaking. She wanted to cry. She wanted so much to run out of the house and just keep running. She just didn't know where she could run too.

The alarm said 7 o' clock. She needed to get up and get dressed. She just didn't know if she could do it. She didn't want to really. However when her dad yelled for her to get downstairs she couldn't help it. She loved her father and didn't want to scare him with the sight of her at this moment. She was whiter than an emo coated in flour and sweating more than a fat guy on a step master. Her obvious she was crying face is old news but it still added to the horror film killer she was portraying.

School flew by and she walked outside to go home. Her dad's car wasn't outside. She stared at the parking spot he was always in with a confused expression.

"Hey, Sarah! You didn't forget our date did you?" came a voice from behind her. She turned astounded and it hit her then. She was going out with Sam today.