A/N: Phew! I have been typing like crazy to get all of this off notebook paper and onto the friggin' computer because I'm leaving for the rest of this week and wouldn't have a chance to get this typed up any sooner and onto . So I'm sorry if there are a lot of errors, I tried to find most of them but some might have slipped past me, the sly little boogers. So hope you like and reviews are always much appreciated. I'm seriously in love with reviews, so don't feel shy. Thanks for the support and enjoy! Oh and by the way you get browny points if you know the song and band that my chapter title is based off of. If you do, your awesome!

Chapter 3

Just Another Manic Monday

The next day past by quietly; there were no signs of goblins or strange mishaps at all. Megan felt unnerved, not knowing what to expect or how to handle any of this mess. If it were a school bully she knew what she would do, get them first. Sneak into their house and dump spiders, frogs, or dog dung into their bed (preferably dog dung). Egg their car if they had one. Spike their carton of milk with a load of laxatives and let them spend the rest of the day in the restroom. There were loads of possibilities if it were just anyone.

But this wasn't just anyone. She was dealing with a…. Well, she didn't know what she was dealing with was the problem. And it wasn't like she could waltz on over to the Goblin King's castle and spread havoc. She felt defeated, like a fierce lion caught in a cage with no way out. Like a wild wolf jammed in a trap just waiting for the hunter to come. Like an elementary kid kept in from recess on their last day of school. Hopeless was the word! She felt completely and utterly hopeless. Not to mention pathetic as well.

But thankfully the next day was a school day and Megan actually looked forward to it, which was unusual, but understandable. She wanted to get the whole goblin mess off of her mind and seeing her friends would do the trick. They seemed to make her forget everything. But that didn't mean everything like your problems and issues like most people would say. It meant everything! Spending so much time with her friends made her forget her age, her address, and sometimes even her own name. They were that wild. But Megan liked it that way, because she was just as crazy as the rest of them.

Megan sat all alone in the sophomore hall, doodling a picture of an owl in her art notebook. She was always the first student to school not because she wanted to be, but because she had to be. She woke up at 6:00 every morning to get ready and leave by 7:00 to catch a ride with her dad. Her father, being the principal, always had to be early. But it was worth it, instead of taking the bus that was jam-packed with annoying little elementary kids.

Looking up she saw her dear friend, Heather, sauntering down the hall. Heather was the most mellow and kindest of the group. She was small-framed and had dirty blonde hair with big brownish-orange eyes. She waved as a wide braced grin spread across her face.

"Hey! How was your weekend?"

Megan smiled and waved back, not knowing what to say. Though she told her friends mostly every deep dark secret that she had, she couldn't tell them about the Goblin King. Not yet, they would think she was insane. Well more insane than they already thought she was.

"Fine" she replied coolie.

"What happened to your forehead?"

"Oh…. I just… Fell off my bike, that's all."

"You were riding your bike in the middle of March?"

"Do I always have to be questioned for my motives?" Megan smiled at her remark.

"Haha, no, riding your bike in the snow is cool. Well, talk to you later. I have to go back to the drill team room and clean up. We were practicing our props dance."

"That's awesome, can't wait to see it. Later." Megan then returned to her drawing. Her classmates began to fill the halls, conversations and laughter emanating from everywhere. Feeling bored and distracted Megan looked up and scanned the hall.

Of course there was always the popular group standing nearby as if to mock her. She didn't envy them at all. She had just as cute and in style clothes as the lot of them; maybe even more in style clothes then all of them. She had just as pretty hair; in fact she had prettier hair than all of them. Her figure was just right, like all of theirs, she had naturally beautiful features, unlike most of theirs, and she had more talent than all of them. At a glance she looked like she could fit right in with them and that was the thing that bothered Megan the most. She could have been one of them. Perfect, always there to please the adults, the one that was always talking to the top athlete, the one that all of the other girls hated. And she despised the thought.

Turning the other direction she saw a familiar face moping down the hall. It was her sister from another mister, or more like her long lost twin, Jennie. She had the same long strawberry blond hair as Megan and the two were always confused for one another. She had freckles that were dotted all over her skin, a figure that was packed with naturally born muscle, and narrow, glaring, icy blue eyes. Jennie was the definition of tom-boy and you knew that if you valued your life you wouldn't dare even look at her or she would blast you to pieces with one single glare. She came up to her locker beside Megan and heaved an annoyed sigh.

Megan smiled, "What happened this time?" knowing it had definitely been a rough morning for her friend. As Jennie began a big long rant on how she hated her huge family and how her 'old fart' cat had barfed again on something that belonged only to her, Megan noticed another familiar face.

It was her top frenemie, Jennie's boyfriend, Jaxen, who was walking down the hall. He wasn't bad or mean or anything of the sort; in fact, he was the complete opposite of the two words, the complete opposite. He was so good and kind it made her want to barf. How could someone ever be so…innocent?

Megan had made it her official job to torture this brown haired, blue eyed kid. She glared at him as a creepy and conniving grin ran across her face. He stopped in his tracks, fear and suspicion filling his face. Jennie noticed Megan's odd expression and turned around, seeing that Jaxen was there. She whipped around, flames shooting out of her eyes.

"TWIN! Stop scaring Jaxen like that! You're such a jerk!" Being called a jerk by her friends so many times Megan simply shrugged.

"How can I help it? He's such a wimp. He'd probably be scared to death if I were only holding a toothpick."

"I think we all would be scared if you were holding a toothpick, Megan" Jaxen timidly replied, while wrapping his arm around Jennie's waist. Megan grinned at the compliment and turned back to her drawing.

"Hey, what happened to your head?" Jennie asked, all the while hugging Jaxen back.

Megan reached up to touch her bandaged forehead, "Oh this? Um… I ran into a door." Megan figured they wouldn't question her if she said something that wasn't so out of the ordinary. Jennie rolled her eyes and the couple laughed.

"Typical Megan" Jennie replied as the pair sat down and proceeded their cuddling from days past. Megan glowered at the two and dramatically gagged just too annoy them. Jennie gave her a warning glare while Megan simply and smugly smiled back.

The bell soon rang and Megan headed to her biology class. Remembering that they were going to dissect frogs she grinned to herself. Jaxen and her gross-a-phobic friend Tiffiny were in her class and they were loads of fun to tease.

While listening to the morning announcements, Tiffiny suddenly burst into the classroom; late as usual. As the long brown haired girl sat down in front of Megan, breathless and in a frazil, Megan leaned over to whisper in her friend's ear.

"Dissecting frogs today" she sang while a wide, devious grin was plastered to her face. Tiffiny slowly turned around with a revolted look on her face.

"Ew" she simply replied. Megan giggled mischievously and both Tiffiny and Jaxen stared at her nervously.

After taking a few notes and being told instructions the class moved to the lab part of the room. Megan stood near the bucket full of biologically bred frogs excitedly waiting to get her own. Once receiving her treasure she proceeded to annoy and disgust her comrades with it.

Finally settling down, Megan and Tiffiny sat down to accomplish their assignment. Megan was appointed to do all of the incisions and foul material while Tiffiny simply watched and took notes. Beaming with glee, Megan had been waiting for this moment her entire life. Being the odd girl that she was she loved learning all about animals. If she had the drive and motivation she would have been looking forward to becoming a veterinarian.

Megan picked up the razor, ready to make the first incision. The moment she pierced the frog's belly guts and pieces of frog exploded everywhere, splattering all over the two girls. Tiffiny squealed with disgust as Megan sat unmoving, stunned and still holding the razor. Everyone in the classroom gazed at them with bewilderment while Jaxen tried his hardest not to burst out laughing. The teacher ran to investigate what had happened and sent them to the office to get cleaned up.

As they were walking out Megan turned to Jaxen, "You know you wanna laugh" she grinned and he burst into a fit of giggles while trying to nod his head. Laughing along with him, she left the room with Tiffiny. As they walked down the hall Tiffiny held her slime covered arms out to not get it all over herself. She continued to repeat the same word she had been saying for the past five minutes, 'ew'. Megan simply grinned, knowing without a doubt who made that frog explode.

Tiffiny suddenly turned to her, "How dare you!"

Megan stared back at her puzzled, "What?"

"I don't know how you did it, but how dare you make that frog explode!"

"Me? You think I did that? Pfft, even I couldn't pull that off, Tiff."

"Don't try to deny it, I know it was you! Who else would want to make a frog explode all over me just to get a good laugh?"

"Oh, so I'm the villain even though Jaxen was trying not to laugh the entire time? So I'm the suspect no matter what because I'm just here to always take the blame?"

"Well Jaxen would never dare do such a thing….would he?"

"Hmm… You never know. They do say it's always the quiet ones." Megan grinned at her and shook her head, "No, no, it wasn't him. He wouldn't have the guts."

"So it was you?"

Megan rolled her eyes and sighed, "No, it wasn't me, okay? If I'd done it I wouldn't have had it explode mostly on me anyways."

Tiffiny giggled, "Well even if it was you it might have. You always seem to get the worst of your evil little plans."

Megan laughed as well, "You're probably right!" The two friends giggled.

"Wait, wait, wait! I've got it!" Tiffiny suddenly got a dramatically disgusted look on her face, "'I'm green! And I'm slimy!'" she quoted in a southern accent.

"Oh! I get it! 'That is not slime, that is mucus!'" Megan quoted back in a lower Spanish accent. The girls continued to giggle and snicker all the way to the office, continually quoting lines from Disney's the Princess and the Frog. All the while an unsuccessful Goblin King scowled at his crystal, his adversary being in a better mood than he'd hoped would result.

Lunch time had to be one of Megan's favorite times of the school day because of three reasons; 1: there was good food (except for mashed potato Wednesday) 2: her friends were always in hysterics by the end of the lunch hour and 3: she didn't have to use her brain during lunch.

And it just so happened that today was her favorite lunch; Tacos. She was proudly named the Taco Monster by her friends after eating five large tacos in one sitting; one taco being wolfed down in ten seconds after the bell had rang.

She looked down at the two beautiful Mexican slash American foods and licked her lips excitedly. Their gold shells shinned, juices from the meat seeping into their hard crusts. The well done ground beef sat neatly inside topped with crisp pieces of lettuce and grated cheddar cheese. Megan picked one up gingerly, her taste buds were ecstatic. She took a giant bite and sighed happily.

Glancing back down at her taco, she felt her face turn pale. The taco's golden shell was now crusted, a bit soggy and molding. A mess of who knows what seeped out of the shell, and pieces of hair and fuzz stuck out at acquired places. Megan threw the piece of monstrosity down, choking out the pieces in her mouth. Her friends stared at her with bewilderment.

"Megan, what's wrong?"asked Heather.

"M-my taco….it's…." she looked down at the disgruntled and spilled taco on the table. It looked normal, absolutely fine.

"I don't feel well…." she somewhat lied and pushed her tray forward, "You guys can have the rest of my food. I don't want it anymore." The gang looked at her worriedly but knew not to carry it on or she would get mad. Shrugging, they took what they wanted from her discarded tray.

Catching a ride home from her spring play practice, Megan tiredly unlocked the garage door. Exhaustion tugged at every part of her from only having a light breakfast and no lunch. Grabbing a glass of water on her way down to her room, Megan suddenly felt like something wasn't right. Peering down the hallway that led to her bedroom she could hear little voices and mewls from her cats coming from her dark room. Dropping her backpack she heaved a sigh of dread.

"This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?" she sarcastically asked herself. Trotting down to her room she flipped on her light to complete and utter chaos. Goblins of all shapes and sizes were spread out all over her room. They were covered in all kinds of colorful socks, some hanging from their ears or noses, some being used as sock puppets, and some partially being chewed. Megan felt her heart sink, those were her socks!

She then herd another strained mewl and a furious hiss. Quickly looking over at her bed she saw a pair of what she guessed were girl goblins holding her two cats, Charlie and Oreo. Charlie, a black cat with big green eyes, squirmed helplessly in the goblin's grasp. Oreo, her small and old black and white cat, had his permanent scowl on his face while his tale flipped back and forth irritated as the other goblin stroked his head.

For a moment the goblins and Megan stared at one another dumbly, surprised by one another's presence.

"What are you doing in my room?" she finally exclaimed and the room broke out into a frenzy. Goblins screamed at the top of their lungs as they ran for her closet, carrying her socks with them. She lunged forward, trying to tackle one. It leaped over her and swiftly disappeared into her walk in closet. Jumping up in time to see the two lady goblins trying to make off with her cats, she scrambled over to help Charlie. Grabbing his legs and trying to tug him away the lady goblin held her grip around his chest.

"Hey look! Shiney!" Megan exclaimed as she pointed at nothing. The goblin loosened her grip and glanced in the direction she was pointing. Tugging with all her might Megan fell backwards with Charlie in her arms. She got up in time to see Oreo battering the other goblin on the head with his paws. The she-goblin let go of him and ran away, the other lady goblin followed, scowling at Megan until she was completely gone.

"The closet door shut with a loud slam and her room was empty again. Dazed, she suddenly noticed that she was still holding Charlie when he began to wriggle uncomfortably in her arms. Giving him a quick kiss on the forehead she let him go. Oreo came up to her, mewling his high pitched kind meow. She picked him up and gave him a fond hug.

"Sorry I didn't save you first Oreo; I figured you could handle her on your own. Charlie on the other hand….." They looked down at the black cat who was lounging comfortably on the floor. His cartoon like eyes narrowed as if to say "don't make fun of me".

"Well….You know how Charlie is, the poor little pacifist." She sat Oreo down beside him. Oreo glared at his enemy and slunk over to Megan's bed. Megan rolled her eyes and stood up to check her closet. Opening the door just a crack she peeked inside the large closet. No goblins in sight. She heaved a sigh of relief and turned back to her open sock drawer.

Glancing inside she wasn't surprised to find it completely empty. Not only had the little monsters stolen her precious colorful, comfy socks but they had taken her boring white socks as well. Closing the drawer she suddenly noticed that another one of her drawers were partially cracked open. Her heart sank again and she yanked her second drawer open. It was empty as well and she sank to the floor overly stressed. They had taken her bras as well!

Jareth paced around his throne room quietly awaiting his goblins' return. He had sent his entire King's court to the girl's room. The usual ruckus that constantly accompanied goblins sounded through the corridors, sounding their arrival. They crowded into the throne room, wide grins filling their faces as they held their prizes triumphantly.

Jareth smirked at the odd socks. They were all sorts of strange designs and colors. Some had neon polka-dots, some had an array of rainbow stripes, and others had all kinds of animal prints.

"Ah, looks like the robbery went well" Jareth commented. The goblins nodded happily. A small, furry goblin raised his hot pink, leopard printed sock to the Goblin King.

"King want sock?" Noticing that the sock was dripping with drool Jareth shook his head.

"No, but thank you for your concern, Nadac." The goblin grinned at the comment and scuttled away. Jareth continued to observe all of the socks, tapping his chin with his riding crop.

"It seems that our opponent has a more interesting personality than I thought…." He paused, "Or I guess I could say a very 'colorful' one at that."He chuckled for a few moments at his lame joke when he suddenly noticed that one of his goblins had acquired a number of scratches. He sauntered over to the two goblin sisters to inspect the scratches closer.

"Bimble, what in the name of George happened to your head? You honestly can't tell me that this was the work of a mere human girl."

"It was the human girl's pet skunk, sire," replied her sister, Mimble.

"The girl has a pet skunk?"

"Mm-hm! And a pet mongoose too!"

Bimble rolled her eyes, "No she didn't, Mimble, those were just cats!"

"Nuh-uh! The one was black and white so it was a skunk and the other looked just like a mongoose! I'm sure of it!"

Jareth tapped his top lip with a gloved figure, "Well it would make more sense that the girl has pet cats rather than a pet skunk and mongoose" he replied.

"Yeah, Mimble, it makes sense more!" sneered Bimble.

"Ah, more sense, Bimble" corrected Jareth.

"More sense, sense more, same thing!"

"And it wasn't a cat it was a mongoose, I promise it!" exclaimed Mimble. Jareth rolled his eyes and decided that it would be useless to continue arguing with the she-goblins. He slunk up to his throne, sitting down he felt pleased with how well his plans were going the young girl would soon be groveling at his feet to stop tormenting her. He grinned at the pathetic image and looked over his throne room triumphantly.

Suddenly he noticed another type of clothing on some of his goblins' heads. He knew they didn't belong because they were just as colorful as the pilfered socks. Jareth strode up to his subjects to get a better look at the particles of clothing. Realizing what they were, his eyes widened. Flabbergasted, he slapped the top of his forehead and asked himself, "Why? Why me? Of all the monarchs of the bloody underground why do I have to be the only one that has to deal with these sorts of things?"

Crouching down to eyelevel with the cretins he sternly stared each of them straight in the eye. Placing a gloved hand on his chin, he proceeded to question them.

"May I ask, what do you think those things are on your heads?"

"They're ear protectors!" exclaimed one excited goblin.

"And ear warmers too!" explained another. Jareth groaned and rubbed his eyes tiredly. Inhaling to keep himself calm he looked each goblin straight in the eye sternly.

"Those are used for neither one of those purposes."

"Then what about that?" asked a stout goblin that pointed behind Jareth. Reluctantly glancing behind he saw two goblins stretching a bra to full length while two smaller goblins sat as passengers in the two cups. One of the goblins let go of his strap and the little goblins went soaring through the room and out a window. All the while everyone watched with 'ooos' and 'awwws' and cheered once the two goblins flew out the window.

Jareth groaned again and pinched the bridge of his nose, "No…No! No! No!" He rose up menacingly, "Now hand them over. I don't want you idiots parading those things around before they become a fashion statement. Now give them here!"

"But why?" asked one little goblin.

"But why? But WHY? Because I said so, that's why!" The goblins speedily handed over the particles of clothing, scared to death that they might be sent to the bog if they asked any further questions. Once Jareth had collected all of the bras (holding them the least he could) he quickly transported them back to their rightful place; out of his kingdom!

"Now, if anyone ever steals a br- ear-warmer again, they will be sent to run laps in the bog. Do I make myself clear?" All of his subjects nodded in understanding. Jareth strode back to his throne and slumped down into it. Holding his forehead in his right hand he wished he was in Soho or something, anywhere rather than with all of these idiots.

But he didn't have time to mope. Conjuring a crystal, he began to plot more plans to torture the girl. Gazing inside he saw her baking cookies. Odd…. Her mother, a medium sized woman with short, curly, black hair entered the kitchen. Home from work he presumed.

"What are you making cookies for, Megan?"

"I have a choir party tomorrow and I was assigned to bring cookies."

Jareth pondered this for a few moments. So these were special cookies, eh? Well he couldn't just let them go to waste, could he? A malevolent grin spread across his face.

A/N: Please review! I'd like to see what people like the most and what some might like to see. Thanks for reading!