Prologue: Still the same…? I think not
Sarah Williams made fantasies come true… and nobody ever found out. She lived her dream, spun in the arms of her knight in shining armor (or tights, it's the same) and nobody noticed it. She was a completely different person and all still looked at her like if she was plain old Sarah.
For instance, her hair was one shade darker that before the Labyrinth. And her eyes looked sometimes red instead of plain brown. Like flames burning, she liked to think. And she was not the childish whining teenager… No, not anymore. She had grown up in one day, becoming the mature and strangely wise eighteen-year old woman that was staring back at her from the vanity mirror she was gazing at.
"Why people don't see it? I'm a total different Sarah… and yet I am the same… It's so confusing!" she sighed and threw herself on her bed, shrugging the whole "same and different Sarah" issue off.
School hadn't seemed the same cheerful and interesting place since… the Labyrinth. Since then the rumors about who was dating who and who cheated on who seemed dull and the parties were everyone got drunk and did thing that they would regret later seemed vulgar… A Masquerade Ball was much better: elegant and fanciful.
Maturing had changed her preferences: she still liked music, but she turned more to the classic side and the slow songs. She read even more than before and liked to loose herself in reverie… Thinking about many things, mainly herself and the Labyrinth and people around her. Like her father who didn't pay attention to her anymore.
It was something to be expected since the birth of Toby: the chubby, cute, little baby BOY. Of course, fathers go all crazy around baby boys, for the simple reason that the baby is a male, and reminds them of them at that age. Plus fathers communicated easier with son than with daughters…
That, of course was not excuse for a father to forget he had a daughter… but Sarah tried to think that it was ok, that he hadn't done it on purpose. She just… wasn't and interesting daughter. She didn't date, she wasn't popular, she didn't went to parties… she was quiet, never spoke more than three words. Even Karen had given up on her after trying two or three times to have a "girl talk".
But, really, after having seductive, arrogant, tight-wearing King of the Goblins looking at you with lust and making slight sexual innuendos for thirteen minutes a "girl talk" would be too naïve, wouldn't you think? Karen had told her to be careful around boys and never give in to what the wanted… Sarah had wanted to laugh at that moment. She had rejected THE Goblin King and her dreams, what boy could ever offer something more tempting?
Sarah shook her head to be rid of such thoughts. No good could come from accepting the fact that Jareth was tempting. Oh, no…
"Have you finished cleaning your room, Sarah?" Karen's voice asked her form the other side of the door.
"Almost" the girl answered in a low voice. Then she did a little movement with her wrist and a tiny little crystal ball appeared in her hand.
"Clean the room" she ordered and then tossed the crystal ball. When it shattered into pieces when it hit the floor the room become spotless and neat.
"Oh, yeah, I am not an interesting person…" she commented aloud ironically and then sighed "Yes, just plain old Sarah"
And she smiled, like maliciously, like if she was knew a great secret everybody didn't. And… she really did.
Sarah Williams made fantasies come true… and nobody ever found out. She lived her dream, spun in the arms of her knight in shining armor (or tights, it's the same) and nobody noticed it. She was a completely different person and all still looked at her like if she was plain old Sarah.
For instance, her hair was one shade darker that before the Labyrinth. And her eyes looked sometimes red instead of plain brown. Like flames burning, she liked to think. And she was not the childish whining teenager… No, not anymore. She had grown up in one day, becoming the mature and strangely wise eighteen-year old woman that was staring back at her from the vanity mirror she was gazing at.
"Why people don't see it? I'm a total different Sarah… and yet I am the same… It's so confusing!" she sighed and threw herself on her bed, shrugging the whole "same and different Sarah" issue off.
School hadn't seemed the same cheerful and interesting place since… the Labyrinth. Since then the rumors about who was dating who and who cheated on who seemed dull and the parties were everyone got drunk and did thing that they would regret later seemed vulgar… A Masquerade Ball was much better: elegant and fanciful.
Maturing had changed her preferences: she still liked music, but she turned more to the classic side and the slow songs. She read even more than before and liked to loose herself in reverie… Thinking about many things, mainly herself and the Labyrinth and people around her. Like her father who didn't pay attention to her anymore.
It was something to be expected since the birth of Toby: the chubby, cute, little baby BOY. Of course, fathers go all crazy around baby boys, for the simple reason that the baby is a male, and reminds them of them at that age. Plus fathers communicated easier with son than with daughters…
That, of course was not excuse for a father to forget he had a daughter… but Sarah tried to think that it was ok, that he hadn't done it on purpose. She just… wasn't and interesting daughter. She didn't date, she wasn't popular, she didn't went to parties… she was quiet, never spoke more than three words. Even Karen had given up on her after trying two or three times to have a "girl talk".
But, really, after having seductive, arrogant, tight-wearing King of the Goblins looking at you with lust and making slight sexual innuendos for thirteen minutes a "girl talk" would be too naïve, wouldn't you think? Karen had told her to be careful around boys and never give in to what the wanted… Sarah had wanted to laugh at that moment. She had rejected THE Goblin King and her dreams, what boy could ever offer something more tempting?
Sarah shook her head to be rid of such thoughts. No good could come from accepting the fact that Jareth was tempting. Oh, no…
"Have you finished cleaning your room, Sarah?" Karen's voice asked her form the other side of the door.
"Almost" the girl answered in a low voice. Then she did a little movement with her wrist and a tiny little crystal ball appeared in her hand.
"Clean the room" she ordered and then tossed the crystal ball. When it shattered into pieces when it hit the floor the room become spotless and neat.
"Oh, yeah, I am not an interesting person…" she commented aloud ironically and then sighed "Yes, just plain old Sarah"
And she smiled, like maliciously, like if she was knew a great secret everybody didn't. And… she really did.
