CHAPTER TWO
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-The next day.
Sarah rose early in the morning, stretching before her window to greet the sunrise. She went into the kitchen and made breakfast for her family, a first. She usually would wake up late and make breakfast for one, while Karen muttered about "the inconsiderate teen" in the background. This morning however, Karen and Sarah's father woke up to the aroma of coffee and bacon. As they walked downstairs, they were surprised and somewhat shocked to see Sarah sitting at the table, eating her breakfast as she read the newspaper. "Good morning," she chirped. Her stepmother and father were floored. They were positive they were in for a long day of Sarah sulking and making faces at them, and instead she was in a great mood and made breakfast for the entire family. They tentatively sat down, nervous that something that they would say or do would trigger her to remember how angry she was the night before.
Karen, knowing she was on thin ice, decided to try anyways. "So, Sarah, did you and Toby have a good time last night?" Sarah stared at her while she was in mid-chew of her toast. She gulped it down and smiled slightly. "He was a perfect angel, we had no problems at all." Karen and Sarah's father exchanged glances. "Okay, who are you, and what have you done with my daughter," Sarah's father joked. "Dad. that is such a lame joke. I guess you can say that I had an epiphany last night, and it made me realize that I had to grow up. I can't be a kid forever." Her father stared blankly at her, then smiled as he rose and hugged his daughter. He had been worried about her ever since her mother left them three years ago, and for the first time since Linda left, Robert knew his daughter was going to be alright. "Well, as much as I'd love to stay and chat, I have a lot to do. I'll be cleaning my room if you need me." And with that, Sarah walked away from the table and upstairs, leaving Robert and Karen still bewildered to what happened to cause such a change.
Sitting on the floor of her bedroom, Sarah was surrounded by all the priceless keepsakes of her childhood. She picked up a figurine with a ball gown and wound it up. When she heard the song it played, she let out a cry and threw it into the cardboard box she had next to her. Sarah realized she had been holding her breath, and slowly exhaled. Next she put her wooden Labyrinth puzzle into the box, and two bookends that look similar to Hoggle. There were many more miscellaneous items, but she saved the most important thing for last. She held it in her hand for a long time, slowly rubbing her hands over the worn red leather cover. Sarah traced the gold lettering with her fingers, and knew it was time to move on. As she turned towards the box to put the book away, a slight breeze blew through her room, and on the tip of the wind, she heard her name "Sarah." it was the slightest hint of a whisper, she wasn't even sure she heard it. She stood up and walked to the window. It was already twilight (Sarah hadn't realized she spent so much time packing away her childhood belongings), and as she stared out into the haze, she could have swore she saw a white owl flying in the distance. "Goodbye, Jareth. At least for now."
Disclaimer, as usual, applies to this chapter.
-The next day.
Sarah rose early in the morning, stretching before her window to greet the sunrise. She went into the kitchen and made breakfast for her family, a first. She usually would wake up late and make breakfast for one, while Karen muttered about "the inconsiderate teen" in the background. This morning however, Karen and Sarah's father woke up to the aroma of coffee and bacon. As they walked downstairs, they were surprised and somewhat shocked to see Sarah sitting at the table, eating her breakfast as she read the newspaper. "Good morning," she chirped. Her stepmother and father were floored. They were positive they were in for a long day of Sarah sulking and making faces at them, and instead she was in a great mood and made breakfast for the entire family. They tentatively sat down, nervous that something that they would say or do would trigger her to remember how angry she was the night before.
Karen, knowing she was on thin ice, decided to try anyways. "So, Sarah, did you and Toby have a good time last night?" Sarah stared at her while she was in mid-chew of her toast. She gulped it down and smiled slightly. "He was a perfect angel, we had no problems at all." Karen and Sarah's father exchanged glances. "Okay, who are you, and what have you done with my daughter," Sarah's father joked. "Dad. that is such a lame joke. I guess you can say that I had an epiphany last night, and it made me realize that I had to grow up. I can't be a kid forever." Her father stared blankly at her, then smiled as he rose and hugged his daughter. He had been worried about her ever since her mother left them three years ago, and for the first time since Linda left, Robert knew his daughter was going to be alright. "Well, as much as I'd love to stay and chat, I have a lot to do. I'll be cleaning my room if you need me." And with that, Sarah walked away from the table and upstairs, leaving Robert and Karen still bewildered to what happened to cause such a change.
Sitting on the floor of her bedroom, Sarah was surrounded by all the priceless keepsakes of her childhood. She picked up a figurine with a ball gown and wound it up. When she heard the song it played, she let out a cry and threw it into the cardboard box she had next to her. Sarah realized she had been holding her breath, and slowly exhaled. Next she put her wooden Labyrinth puzzle into the box, and two bookends that look similar to Hoggle. There were many more miscellaneous items, but she saved the most important thing for last. She held it in her hand for a long time, slowly rubbing her hands over the worn red leather cover. Sarah traced the gold lettering with her fingers, and knew it was time to move on. As she turned towards the box to put the book away, a slight breeze blew through her room, and on the tip of the wind, she heard her name "Sarah." it was the slightest hint of a whisper, she wasn't even sure she heard it. She stood up and walked to the window. It was already twilight (Sarah hadn't realized she spent so much time packing away her childhood belongings), and as she stared out into the haze, she could have swore she saw a white owl flying in the distance. "Goodbye, Jareth. At least for now."