A/N: Wee! I feel inspired! But, it just happens to be 3:58 AM at the moment. I'm pooped. Beddy-bies for me, right after this! Yup-yup!

The Labyrinth isn't done with you! Chapter Two: Just a regular, dreamy day. Sort of.

Sarah was, at this point, sitting on the city bus, crunching the last bits of her toast and cramming for her exam.

But she wasn't able to concentrate. It couldn't of happened, it just couldn't! The words swirled in front of her like Jareths' feathery cape that fateful, last encounter. No, no. It wasn't an actual encounter. It had never happened! She'd just convinced herself it was the result of yelling at her baby brother about the Goblin king, and falling asleep. No, she hadn't really gone back into her parents' room when Toby went quiet like she thought. No, she'd gone to her room and fallen asleep.

"Let's see... the density of any given substance is its mass per unit- Gosh, I wonder what Sir Didymus is up to now? Probably back defending the broken bridge. I hope Jareth wasn't too hard on him... oh, crap! ...Mass per unit volume. VOLUME!"

A couple nearby heads turned and peered at Sarah suspiciously as she talked to herself. One kid even whispered to his mother; "Mommy, why is she yelling like that?"

Sarah rolled her eyes, and banged her head on the window. Screw the test; she'd probably fail anyway. She shoved her textbook back into her backpack, and rose to her feet as the bus slowed to a stop. Along with a few other students at Kelsey High School, she shuffled onto the bus and began to walk the half block towards the tall, dank building.

Sarah doodled a picture of a crystal on the corner of a thick exam, not even started when half the class had already completed the first page.

"Okay Sarah, focus." She leaned forward in her seat, and answered each question to the best of her ability. It wasn't that hard, but she'd probably scrape a grade of 60 or so.

She groaned as she put her head down on the desk, waiting for the end of class bell to ring. It was second period, and she was in no mood for Physical Education the next.

She shuffled out of the class, to her locker to fetch her clothes, and- Oh, screw it! She was just going to skip and sit in the bathroom. And sleep, probably.

She didn't exactly sleep. She was sitting on the closed toilet seat the entire period, doodling with her pencil, 'I wuff Hoggle' and 'S.D rox my sox!'

(A/N: S.D Sir Didymus)

She was just drawing a sketch of Ludo, when she heard a group of girls walk in.

"Oh. My. Gawd. Seriously, did you see that Sarah girl earlier? She is such a freak; she was just walking through the halls as if she was off in another world. I was totally ignoring her, and she didn't even say hi!"

"Yeah, I mean, she was doodling all through that science final. What a dolt! She probably failed it. Dork!"

Sarah immediately recognized the voice as Jacklyn, a complete bitch whom she despised with all her might.

Sarah sighed, no longer listening to the talk she didn't care about. She had occupied herself with writing, 'Jacklyn Kenneth is a fugly slut!' on the toilet paper dispenser.

Sarah slowly stood, and crept to the door silently of the stall. She fished through her bag hanging on the hook, and pulled out that little red novel.

She opened it, and mouthed the lines she'd now memorized.

"Bring me the child. Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the goblin city! To take back the child that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great! You have no power over me!"

Uh oh. She's accidentally blurted out those powerful words, 'You have no power over me!'

"Who was that?" Jacklyn's voice jumped as she heard Sarah.

Sarah's heart skipped a beat, and she checked her watch.

Just her luck, the bell rang. Sarah jumped off, and slid out of the bathroom stall. "Hey Sammy!" Sarah greeted to Jacklyn's companion, who was almost as bewildered as she.

Sarah smugly stared into the mirror on her locker for the entire 12-minute break. Though halfway through, Craig, a snide egotist who swears too much, yelled at her and called her a useless, vain skank. Not that she heard him. She was too busy remembering the mirrors some of the dancers in the ballroom held... what she wouldn't do to be there again! Actually, one, she wouldn't go back. Not after what she had been through. Two, she hadn't actually gone through it. Why did she still think she did?

Sarah leapt nearly out of her skin as the end-of-break bell ended, and she finally began shoving her things into her bag. She didn't take any notice, however, when a red, leather-bound book fell to the floor...