First, I just want to say a large and resounding THANK YOU to the people
who have not abandoned this story! Your reviews are read and appreciated
to their fullest, I ensure you!!! May all of your dreams of gauzy gowns
and crystal ball-rooms be fulfilled!
Secondly, I wish to express my utmost apologies for the delay.
And for all those who care, I wish to express the noble sentimentt: I HATE SCHOOL.
That being said, on with the tale.
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Sarah only dared to pull her head away from its position buried in Jareth's chest when the sounds of cars whizzing by told her that she was close to her destination. Something in her did not WANT to pull away, however, and this bewildered her. What WAS that warm, fuzzy feeling in her stomach? Oh, that's right, she hadn't eaten much this morning, of course.
That had to be it.
Yes.
Sarah looked around. They were skimming the tops of the buildings at a height that though uncomfortable, was not mind numbingly terrifying. There, in the not so distant distance, she could see her college. It was only a junior college, yes, and she was only a dual credit student, being only 17, but it was college all the same.
[author's note](Bear with me here. I know that Sarah was supposed to be 15 in the movie, but I couldn't rightly do what I want to do with this story if she was too young. And college is needed because, well, you have to read to find out.)[/author's note]
Jareth alighted in one of the back paths at the college, right outside of the building in which Sarah's first class was held. Actually, the class had already BEEN held, but what was the point of being Fae if you couldn't mess around with time when you wanted to? Sarah he set down gently on her feet and then summoned another crystal. He rolled it around on his hands for a bit but she wasn't looking at it, her attention being focused on suppressing some slight nausea caused from her recent jaunt through the air. He stopped, disappointed that he wasn't being noticed, and offered it to her.
THAT got her attention.
What is THAT for?" She asked, disgust ringing through her voice. Didn't he know by now how she felt about being offered crystals? You'd think a guy could take a hint.
"Well, I WAS under the predisposition that you wished to arrive at your class on time. I guess I was mistaken?" Jareth goaded her.
"No, you weren't mistaken. Fine, gimmie the crystal."
"You forgot the magic word." Jareth grinned infuriatingly.
"PLEASE gimmie the crystal!" the words were more of a demand than a request, but Jareth handed the crystal over without comment.
Sarah took it and gazed deeply into it. Images flew past her. Images of sunny afternoons, ball gowns, and handsome men dancing with her in the evening. All the men had a suspicious resemblance to a certain Goblin King.
"Hmph, I hope he doesn't think that he's being subtle." She thought disgustedly.
"Jareth, I don't want to be shown dreams, I want to get to class on time!" she said, knowing that Jareth could hear her, even though she couldn't see anything but the visions in the crystal.
The atmosphere around her changed subtly and one last vision flew past her. The image was of her, Sarah, but in different clothes. In the image, she was wearing a tan colored body suit with leggings that looked strongly like suede and whose neckline dipped rather low and was kind of off the shoulder. Around her waist was a darker brown, wrap-around skirt, extremely short and also made of suede. She had on a dark green, long sleeved, short jacket that came down a little past her chest and didn't close in the front. She also had on knee length, green leather boots. Around her neck she wore a black choker from which hung a dragon's claw holding a crystal. Her hair had sparkles in it, and was let loose to hang around her face. Hanging around her hips was a thick, heavy belt of leather that was fastened with a huge silver buckle.
It was an outfit that she would've killed for only a few days ago, though she would've never had the guts to wear it. Still, even though she was trying to be sensible, right now she wanted that outfit.
Badly.
The image only flashed in front of her for a second, however, before fading into darkness. Suddenly, there was a flash of brilliant light, and a sensation of being in two places at once, and then she found herself standing outside the door to her class. The clock down the hall said she had exactly one minute in which to find her seat before her class started.
Sarah quickly opened the door and went in. The teacher wasn't there yet, and Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. She moved toward her seat when she noticed that her usually talkative classmates were completely silent. She scanned the room and was embarrassed to find that all of their eyes were glued on her. One handsome guy in the back suddenly let out a long, low whistle and everything erupted back into sound. Discussions started loudly around the room, and the girls in the front row all started whispering to each other frantically. Anne, Sarah's best friend, ran forward and dragged the bewildered Sarah to her seat.
"Sarah. Oh my gosh. Sarah, where'd you get that OUTFIT??"
"What outfit?" Sarah asked, totally at a loss. Then she realized that she had picked out different clothes that morning and wasn't wearing her usual flowing, poet's garb, "Is it really that bad? I mean, I know I normally wear more imaginative stuff, but I was trying to be sensible this morning and."
Anne cut her off. "S-SENSIBLE?? Sarah, I would KILL for those clothes!"
"What.?" Sarah looked down. Her jaw dropped. She was wearing that outfit that she had seen in the last vision. The one she had liked so much. Her face turned blank, then white, and then red anger clouded her vision. "THAT, THAT HORRIBLE EGOTISTCAL NIGHTMARE!" She hissed through clenched teeth. "Wait till I get my hands on him.."
"Who, Sarah?" Anne asked, drawing her attention away from Sarah's outfit with difficulty.
"Oh. uh. no one." Sarah said dismissively, trying to calm herself. One couldn't very well explain, even to one's best friend, that you were currently being stalked by a egotistical, magical, annoying (handsome, a part of her mind inserted. She ignored it.) goblin king out of faeryland. It just isn't done.
It was at this moment that the teacher arrived and all conversation had to be put off until a later date.
Her first class was world history, one of Sarah's favorites, so she tried to put Jareth and the absurd outfit he had stuck her in as much out of her mind as was possible and enjoy the class.
In point of fact, she wasn't upset about the outfit itself. As was stated before, it was PRECISELY the sort of thing she adored. It was the fact that it had been HIM who had put her in it. having to associate Ja-HIM with anything to do with her clothes was. well, let's just say her face shaded red periodically as her teacher, Professor Yu, called role.
Professor Yu was an English-born Korean, who was fascinated with history in general and mythology in particular, which was why Sarah liked his classes so much. See, most history teachers stuck to plain, boring facts, but Yu was different. He loved expounding on the various legends and myths that clouded the ancient history. He had a way of implying, though not actually stating (the College Board would never have stood for it), that many of the legends surrounding historical figures and countries were true. He and Sarah shared a deep love of the fantastic and magical.
Prof. Yu had just completed calling role when the door to the classroom opened and admitted a large, strict looking lady. Sarah had been daydreaming out the window while the Professor called role. She was focused completely on a spider's web that hung between to branches on the tree outside. She was imagining how Jareth would look caught tightly in it, a black widow (who looked oddly like herself) advancing on him with deadly intent.
Suddenly, the classroom door opened to admit a towering pile of gray hair. This interesting follicle phenomenon was balanced on the top of the head of Mrs. Sevear, the student counselor. Mrs. Sevear appeared to be in a huff, and she looked about her in a stern manner through heavy, tortoiseshell glasses. "Sorry to bother you, Professor," she said, sounding anything but sorry, "but I have a foreign student here from the British embassy who will be taking classes at this college for the duration of his visit. He will be taking this class first and a list of his other classes will be available at the counseling center. Also, the College Board has asked you to assign someone to show him around."
"Well. thank you Ms. Sevear." Professor Yu sounded rather startled, "We would be honored, that is to say, it is no trouble." he stuttered to a halt as Mrs. Sevear ushered someone into the room.
Anyone who, for some strange reason of their own, was watching Sarah instead of the amusing display near the classroom door would've noticed several things. One, Sarah had yet to turn her attention away from the window. Two, the second the word "British" entered the air, Sarah's body went taunt. And third, Sarah's foot was no longer tapping as it normally did when she was sitting and thinking.
In fact, a really close observer with a good vantage point would have seen that she was not daydreaming at all.
The expression on her face was one of dawning horror.
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Secondly, I wish to express my utmost apologies for the delay.
And for all those who care, I wish to express the noble sentimentt: I HATE SCHOOL.
That being said, on with the tale.
**********
Sarah only dared to pull her head away from its position buried in Jareth's chest when the sounds of cars whizzing by told her that she was close to her destination. Something in her did not WANT to pull away, however, and this bewildered her. What WAS that warm, fuzzy feeling in her stomach? Oh, that's right, she hadn't eaten much this morning, of course.
That had to be it.
Yes.
Sarah looked around. They were skimming the tops of the buildings at a height that though uncomfortable, was not mind numbingly terrifying. There, in the not so distant distance, she could see her college. It was only a junior college, yes, and she was only a dual credit student, being only 17, but it was college all the same.
[author's note](Bear with me here. I know that Sarah was supposed to be 15 in the movie, but I couldn't rightly do what I want to do with this story if she was too young. And college is needed because, well, you have to read to find out.)[/author's note]
Jareth alighted in one of the back paths at the college, right outside of the building in which Sarah's first class was held. Actually, the class had already BEEN held, but what was the point of being Fae if you couldn't mess around with time when you wanted to? Sarah he set down gently on her feet and then summoned another crystal. He rolled it around on his hands for a bit but she wasn't looking at it, her attention being focused on suppressing some slight nausea caused from her recent jaunt through the air. He stopped, disappointed that he wasn't being noticed, and offered it to her.
THAT got her attention.
What is THAT for?" She asked, disgust ringing through her voice. Didn't he know by now how she felt about being offered crystals? You'd think a guy could take a hint.
"Well, I WAS under the predisposition that you wished to arrive at your class on time. I guess I was mistaken?" Jareth goaded her.
"No, you weren't mistaken. Fine, gimmie the crystal."
"You forgot the magic word." Jareth grinned infuriatingly.
"PLEASE gimmie the crystal!" the words were more of a demand than a request, but Jareth handed the crystal over without comment.
Sarah took it and gazed deeply into it. Images flew past her. Images of sunny afternoons, ball gowns, and handsome men dancing with her in the evening. All the men had a suspicious resemblance to a certain Goblin King.
"Hmph, I hope he doesn't think that he's being subtle." She thought disgustedly.
"Jareth, I don't want to be shown dreams, I want to get to class on time!" she said, knowing that Jareth could hear her, even though she couldn't see anything but the visions in the crystal.
The atmosphere around her changed subtly and one last vision flew past her. The image was of her, Sarah, but in different clothes. In the image, she was wearing a tan colored body suit with leggings that looked strongly like suede and whose neckline dipped rather low and was kind of off the shoulder. Around her waist was a darker brown, wrap-around skirt, extremely short and also made of suede. She had on a dark green, long sleeved, short jacket that came down a little past her chest and didn't close in the front. She also had on knee length, green leather boots. Around her neck she wore a black choker from which hung a dragon's claw holding a crystal. Her hair had sparkles in it, and was let loose to hang around her face. Hanging around her hips was a thick, heavy belt of leather that was fastened with a huge silver buckle.
It was an outfit that she would've killed for only a few days ago, though she would've never had the guts to wear it. Still, even though she was trying to be sensible, right now she wanted that outfit.
Badly.
The image only flashed in front of her for a second, however, before fading into darkness. Suddenly, there was a flash of brilliant light, and a sensation of being in two places at once, and then she found herself standing outside the door to her class. The clock down the hall said she had exactly one minute in which to find her seat before her class started.
Sarah quickly opened the door and went in. The teacher wasn't there yet, and Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. She moved toward her seat when she noticed that her usually talkative classmates were completely silent. She scanned the room and was embarrassed to find that all of their eyes were glued on her. One handsome guy in the back suddenly let out a long, low whistle and everything erupted back into sound. Discussions started loudly around the room, and the girls in the front row all started whispering to each other frantically. Anne, Sarah's best friend, ran forward and dragged the bewildered Sarah to her seat.
"Sarah. Oh my gosh. Sarah, where'd you get that OUTFIT??"
"What outfit?" Sarah asked, totally at a loss. Then she realized that she had picked out different clothes that morning and wasn't wearing her usual flowing, poet's garb, "Is it really that bad? I mean, I know I normally wear more imaginative stuff, but I was trying to be sensible this morning and."
Anne cut her off. "S-SENSIBLE?? Sarah, I would KILL for those clothes!"
"What.?" Sarah looked down. Her jaw dropped. She was wearing that outfit that she had seen in the last vision. The one she had liked so much. Her face turned blank, then white, and then red anger clouded her vision. "THAT, THAT HORRIBLE EGOTISTCAL NIGHTMARE!" She hissed through clenched teeth. "Wait till I get my hands on him.."
"Who, Sarah?" Anne asked, drawing her attention away from Sarah's outfit with difficulty.
"Oh. uh. no one." Sarah said dismissively, trying to calm herself. One couldn't very well explain, even to one's best friend, that you were currently being stalked by a egotistical, magical, annoying (handsome, a part of her mind inserted. She ignored it.) goblin king out of faeryland. It just isn't done.
It was at this moment that the teacher arrived and all conversation had to be put off until a later date.
Her first class was world history, one of Sarah's favorites, so she tried to put Jareth and the absurd outfit he had stuck her in as much out of her mind as was possible and enjoy the class.
In point of fact, she wasn't upset about the outfit itself. As was stated before, it was PRECISELY the sort of thing she adored. It was the fact that it had been HIM who had put her in it. having to associate Ja-HIM with anything to do with her clothes was. well, let's just say her face shaded red periodically as her teacher, Professor Yu, called role.
Professor Yu was an English-born Korean, who was fascinated with history in general and mythology in particular, which was why Sarah liked his classes so much. See, most history teachers stuck to plain, boring facts, but Yu was different. He loved expounding on the various legends and myths that clouded the ancient history. He had a way of implying, though not actually stating (the College Board would never have stood for it), that many of the legends surrounding historical figures and countries were true. He and Sarah shared a deep love of the fantastic and magical.
Prof. Yu had just completed calling role when the door to the classroom opened and admitted a large, strict looking lady. Sarah had been daydreaming out the window while the Professor called role. She was focused completely on a spider's web that hung between to branches on the tree outside. She was imagining how Jareth would look caught tightly in it, a black widow (who looked oddly like herself) advancing on him with deadly intent.
Suddenly, the classroom door opened to admit a towering pile of gray hair. This interesting follicle phenomenon was balanced on the top of the head of Mrs. Sevear, the student counselor. Mrs. Sevear appeared to be in a huff, and she looked about her in a stern manner through heavy, tortoiseshell glasses. "Sorry to bother you, Professor," she said, sounding anything but sorry, "but I have a foreign student here from the British embassy who will be taking classes at this college for the duration of his visit. He will be taking this class first and a list of his other classes will be available at the counseling center. Also, the College Board has asked you to assign someone to show him around."
"Well. thank you Ms. Sevear." Professor Yu sounded rather startled, "We would be honored, that is to say, it is no trouble." he stuttered to a halt as Mrs. Sevear ushered someone into the room.
Anyone who, for some strange reason of their own, was watching Sarah instead of the amusing display near the classroom door would've noticed several things. One, Sarah had yet to turn her attention away from the window. Two, the second the word "British" entered the air, Sarah's body went taunt. And third, Sarah's foot was no longer tapping as it normally did when she was sitting and thinking.
In fact, a really close observer with a good vantage point would have seen that she was not daydreaming at all.
The expression on her face was one of dawning horror.
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