Carol sat on her bed and hugged her favourite soft toy. Emily was on the
computer in the corner of the room, scrolling through David Bowie web-
sites. Neither was particularly happy at being home and they dreaded the
next day, school again. They were silent, still trying to come to terms
with what they had lost and gained over the past two days.
"Jareth.stop!" Colette yelled, dramatically pushing him away and raising her battered arms. She tried forcing an invisible protective wall between her and the goblin king. He broke through it easily. He grabbed her by the throat, raising her slightly off of the ground. "You need to look a bit.wounded.if my plan is going to work.and besides.you deserve it." Jareth smirked, dropping her painfully to the floor. "I didn't have anything to do with it, why should I?" she pleaded. He beat her again, her painful cries falling on deaf ears.
"Leave her alone!" Ben stood defiant behind Jareth, but he was batted away like an annoying fly.
"And what do you expect to do with me once you've beat me to kingdom come?" She spat, wiping blood away from lip. "Put you on the fishing line and watch the fishes bite!" Jareth smiled, taking out his anger.
"I miss her, we shouldn't of left her," Carol murmured into her pillow. "It was her decision." Emily tried to hide her guilt. "She came to help us, and we're not in so much danger now, he can't use us anymore." "She wouldn't listen." "We can't just sit here.." "What else can we do?" Emily was frustrated and decided to take a walk .
The brunette wandered along the pavement miserably, taking in all the sights and sounds and promised never to take them for granted again. She rounded a corner and was suddenly pulled against a wall. She tried to get focus and found Colette standing in front of her, or what she though was Colette. "What.What happened?" Emily murmured tracing Colette's injuries. "It doesn't matter.he can't know I'm here. I came to warn you.he's gonna use me to get to you two.he'll hurt you, he's after you. Whatever you do, don't investigate anything out of the ordinary.and don't worry about me, don't do what he." She flinched as she felt a pain in her side.
"He knows I'm here.I gotta go." "Colette wait!" Emily called, but it was too late, her friend vanished and she was once again alone.
"How can we carry on when we know he's doing that to her?" Carol fretted, pulling her satchel further onto her shoulder.
"That's what Colette said to do, she said don't trust him, despite what he's doing," Emily spoke sadly as they neared the school gates. As they rounded a corner, Emily walked headfirst into Jenna Hapson. "Ugh! Get off me weirdo!" Jenna yelled, storming off with her cronies.
Normally the girls would make some gesture back, but they weren't up to it. What made things worse, the first lesson was French. The girls made their way to the toilets first, deliberately delaying their arrival to their worst lesson. Emily stared at herself in the mirror and sighed. She reached for the soap and found it wasn't there. She looked on the floor and found it lying there. She went to reach it but it slid away from her and suddenly lifted off of the ground. She stepped back in shock and watched as it made its way to the mirror. Carol looked up and gasped as the soap began to spell out some letters. "D.O.N.'.T. T.R.U.S.T. T.H.E. F.R.E.N.C.H. T.E.A.C.H.E.R.!" it read. "Don't trust the French Teacher?" Emily read it, a quizzical look on her face.
Both looked at each other and then realised that they were ten minutes late. They hurried to class and rushed to their seats. They were surprised when the teacher didn't even mention their lateness. It wasn't their regular teacher. It was an older woman, with large pouting red lips and a large, proud bosom. The girls gave each other knowing looks and sunk in their seats. "Now class," The woman began with a French North African accent, "I've decided that it's such a nice day, we should spend it with Mother Nature, so I will conduct the lesson outside, please gather your books," She beamed, ushering the rest of the pupils out of the door. Carol and Emily were the other side of the room and the last out. As they hurried to the door, it suddenly slammed in front of them with amazing force without any help from anyone present.
They gazed behind them at the French teacher and found Jareth sitting on the desk, reading a convenient French dictionary. "You girls are so easy to catch up with," He spoke clearly, not looking up from the book. "Where's Colette?" Carol immediately demanded, declaring what had been on her mind for the last 48 hours. "She's safe," He murmured, still taking more interest in the book. Carol growled under her breath and stormed up to her tormentor, snatching the book from his hands and slamming it shut. Jareth was taken aback but didn't show it. "Feisty aren't we?" He smiled, turning round to face her, "Is this the same mouse who gave herself to me only two days ago?" "I'm not a mouse.where's Colette?" "You don't give up do you?" He laughed callously, clicking his fingers and watching Colette appear.
She spread her griffin wings menacingly and then settled down when she realised where she was.
"I don't like French," She glared at Jareth through her black eye. "Neither do I.let's go and find something to eat.I'm famished." He smiled, transforming into a girl similar to the other 900 pupils, complete with uniform and ponytail. "I love single sex education, " He laughed, taking Carol and Emily by their arm. Colette transformed herself into her normal self, with the uniform and hiding the bruises, before following unwillingly. "It's not time for lunch." Emily spat, breaking free. The new blond girl smiled and, with a creepy overtone, murmured in Jareth's voice. "I'll make it lunch time!" She pointed at the clock and the girls watched in amazement as its hands moved round at an incredible speed and they saw girls and teachers rushing past them at what seemed like a hundred miles an hour. "Now for lunch," Jareth smiled and they headed down the corridor.
The dining hall was still very much empty apart from a few younger ones and Jenna Hapson and Co., who were always there when you really didn't want them to be. Jareth sat at a table and waited impatiently. "Where's the food?!" He scowled, "You have to go get it yourself!" Colette scolded him, sitting a few seats away.
"Aren't you eating?" He asked, with a face of mock concern as he rose to get a plate. "I don't eat - remember? You took that as well," Colette rested her head on the table. Seeing as it was only really ten o'clock in the morning, Carol and Emily also refused to eat and sat either side of Colette. "Are you ok?" Carol asked, when Jareth was out of earshot. "I'm fine." Colette lied, trying to close her eyes and sleep, another thing she was denied. "We need to get you away from him," "You can't.I'm ok.just don't fall for his plan.please," "Having a mother's meeting?" Jareth returned, carrying a plate of steaming food. He sat opposite them and began. They were silent as they watched him, all slightly disgusted at his general calmness.
Suddenly Jennah Hapson strode past confidently and deliberately shoved Jareth's chair with the yell of "Freak!" Jareth choked slightly and coughed. He turned around and glared at Jenna Hapson's back. "Prejudice eyes, prejudice mind, I shall release you from the fibres that bind.." Suddenly they heard a shriek from behind them and Jenna rushed past them again, this time clinging to her clothes, which were literally falling apart at the seams. Every strand came undone and she ran around trying to find sympathetic help, of which there was none.
Jareth, still disguised, stood, and motioned for the girls to follow him. Carol and Emily stuck close by him, keeping a watchful eye, but Colette lingered behind, miserable by the whole situation of being back in the depressing mortal world.
"Hey hey we're the Monkees!" Four girls teased from behind. Colette knew that the corridor was empty except for them and couldn't hide her look of delight. Slowly she turned and watched them scream. The girls couldn't believe what they saw as the creature before them flapped its leathery black wings and grinned with two rows of venomous white fangs. Colette smiled to herself again as she transformed back; straightening her uniform and watching them run down the corridor.
Mean while, Jareth was setting his plan in motion. "I know you are worried about your friend." He began, his voice surreally sprouting from the female form. Both girls nodded and looked at him for a solution. "I offer you a deal." He began.
"Jareth.stop!" Colette yelled, dramatically pushing him away and raising her battered arms. She tried forcing an invisible protective wall between her and the goblin king. He broke through it easily. He grabbed her by the throat, raising her slightly off of the ground. "You need to look a bit.wounded.if my plan is going to work.and besides.you deserve it." Jareth smirked, dropping her painfully to the floor. "I didn't have anything to do with it, why should I?" she pleaded. He beat her again, her painful cries falling on deaf ears.
"Leave her alone!" Ben stood defiant behind Jareth, but he was batted away like an annoying fly.
"And what do you expect to do with me once you've beat me to kingdom come?" She spat, wiping blood away from lip. "Put you on the fishing line and watch the fishes bite!" Jareth smiled, taking out his anger.
"I miss her, we shouldn't of left her," Carol murmured into her pillow. "It was her decision." Emily tried to hide her guilt. "She came to help us, and we're not in so much danger now, he can't use us anymore." "She wouldn't listen." "We can't just sit here.." "What else can we do?" Emily was frustrated and decided to take a walk .
The brunette wandered along the pavement miserably, taking in all the sights and sounds and promised never to take them for granted again. She rounded a corner and was suddenly pulled against a wall. She tried to get focus and found Colette standing in front of her, or what she though was Colette. "What.What happened?" Emily murmured tracing Colette's injuries. "It doesn't matter.he can't know I'm here. I came to warn you.he's gonna use me to get to you two.he'll hurt you, he's after you. Whatever you do, don't investigate anything out of the ordinary.and don't worry about me, don't do what he." She flinched as she felt a pain in her side.
"He knows I'm here.I gotta go." "Colette wait!" Emily called, but it was too late, her friend vanished and she was once again alone.
"How can we carry on when we know he's doing that to her?" Carol fretted, pulling her satchel further onto her shoulder.
"That's what Colette said to do, she said don't trust him, despite what he's doing," Emily spoke sadly as they neared the school gates. As they rounded a corner, Emily walked headfirst into Jenna Hapson. "Ugh! Get off me weirdo!" Jenna yelled, storming off with her cronies.
Normally the girls would make some gesture back, but they weren't up to it. What made things worse, the first lesson was French. The girls made their way to the toilets first, deliberately delaying their arrival to their worst lesson. Emily stared at herself in the mirror and sighed. She reached for the soap and found it wasn't there. She looked on the floor and found it lying there. She went to reach it but it slid away from her and suddenly lifted off of the ground. She stepped back in shock and watched as it made its way to the mirror. Carol looked up and gasped as the soap began to spell out some letters. "D.O.N.'.T. T.R.U.S.T. T.H.E. F.R.E.N.C.H. T.E.A.C.H.E.R.!" it read. "Don't trust the French Teacher?" Emily read it, a quizzical look on her face.
Both looked at each other and then realised that they were ten minutes late. They hurried to class and rushed to their seats. They were surprised when the teacher didn't even mention their lateness. It wasn't their regular teacher. It was an older woman, with large pouting red lips and a large, proud bosom. The girls gave each other knowing looks and sunk in their seats. "Now class," The woman began with a French North African accent, "I've decided that it's such a nice day, we should spend it with Mother Nature, so I will conduct the lesson outside, please gather your books," She beamed, ushering the rest of the pupils out of the door. Carol and Emily were the other side of the room and the last out. As they hurried to the door, it suddenly slammed in front of them with amazing force without any help from anyone present.
They gazed behind them at the French teacher and found Jareth sitting on the desk, reading a convenient French dictionary. "You girls are so easy to catch up with," He spoke clearly, not looking up from the book. "Where's Colette?" Carol immediately demanded, declaring what had been on her mind for the last 48 hours. "She's safe," He murmured, still taking more interest in the book. Carol growled under her breath and stormed up to her tormentor, snatching the book from his hands and slamming it shut. Jareth was taken aback but didn't show it. "Feisty aren't we?" He smiled, turning round to face her, "Is this the same mouse who gave herself to me only two days ago?" "I'm not a mouse.where's Colette?" "You don't give up do you?" He laughed callously, clicking his fingers and watching Colette appear.
She spread her griffin wings menacingly and then settled down when she realised where she was.
"I don't like French," She glared at Jareth through her black eye. "Neither do I.let's go and find something to eat.I'm famished." He smiled, transforming into a girl similar to the other 900 pupils, complete with uniform and ponytail. "I love single sex education, " He laughed, taking Carol and Emily by their arm. Colette transformed herself into her normal self, with the uniform and hiding the bruises, before following unwillingly. "It's not time for lunch." Emily spat, breaking free. The new blond girl smiled and, with a creepy overtone, murmured in Jareth's voice. "I'll make it lunch time!" She pointed at the clock and the girls watched in amazement as its hands moved round at an incredible speed and they saw girls and teachers rushing past them at what seemed like a hundred miles an hour. "Now for lunch," Jareth smiled and they headed down the corridor.
The dining hall was still very much empty apart from a few younger ones and Jenna Hapson and Co., who were always there when you really didn't want them to be. Jareth sat at a table and waited impatiently. "Where's the food?!" He scowled, "You have to go get it yourself!" Colette scolded him, sitting a few seats away.
"Aren't you eating?" He asked, with a face of mock concern as he rose to get a plate. "I don't eat - remember? You took that as well," Colette rested her head on the table. Seeing as it was only really ten o'clock in the morning, Carol and Emily also refused to eat and sat either side of Colette. "Are you ok?" Carol asked, when Jareth was out of earshot. "I'm fine." Colette lied, trying to close her eyes and sleep, another thing she was denied. "We need to get you away from him," "You can't.I'm ok.just don't fall for his plan.please," "Having a mother's meeting?" Jareth returned, carrying a plate of steaming food. He sat opposite them and began. They were silent as they watched him, all slightly disgusted at his general calmness.
Suddenly Jennah Hapson strode past confidently and deliberately shoved Jareth's chair with the yell of "Freak!" Jareth choked slightly and coughed. He turned around and glared at Jenna Hapson's back. "Prejudice eyes, prejudice mind, I shall release you from the fibres that bind.." Suddenly they heard a shriek from behind them and Jenna rushed past them again, this time clinging to her clothes, which were literally falling apart at the seams. Every strand came undone and she ran around trying to find sympathetic help, of which there was none.
Jareth, still disguised, stood, and motioned for the girls to follow him. Carol and Emily stuck close by him, keeping a watchful eye, but Colette lingered behind, miserable by the whole situation of being back in the depressing mortal world.
"Hey hey we're the Monkees!" Four girls teased from behind. Colette knew that the corridor was empty except for them and couldn't hide her look of delight. Slowly she turned and watched them scream. The girls couldn't believe what they saw as the creature before them flapped its leathery black wings and grinned with two rows of venomous white fangs. Colette smiled to herself again as she transformed back; straightening her uniform and watching them run down the corridor.
Mean while, Jareth was setting his plan in motion. "I know you are worried about your friend." He began, his voice surreally sprouting from the female form. Both girls nodded and looked at him for a solution. "I offer you a deal." He began.