A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed! I wuvvle yeh all! This chapter is rated pg-13 for safety and a few swears. But nothing more than that big, bad B-word, I promise!

So sorry this took so long. I thought everything screwed up on me, because it wouldn't let me log on. Then I remembered about a week later that I changed my email address. eye twitch

Sapphire: Thanks! ...For some reason, it won't let me review your chapter 12, so I'll just say that I love it here. I love it!

Sparklingsilverangelwings: Yup, wrote it myself. oO Somehow, I still managed to get a 54.7 in Drama class last year.

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Ladyanivail: Yeah, my inspiration is pretty much gone at the moment, but hopefully it'll be back... right. Now. (Poof!) ...WH00T! :3

Ho-Kai, to chapter six! (Finally!)

Disclaimer: I do not own pop tarts, 'nor the Labyrinth, but I do own YOU! BWAHAHA!

The Labyrinth isn't done with you! Chapter 6: A wish granted

Sunlight streamed into Sarah Williams' bedroom, which immediately caused her to groan and cover her face with the pillow. Only a few minutes passed, before her alarm went of with that insufferable buzzing noise. She hit the 'snooze' button instinctively, which only made the alarm clock buzz louder and more frequent.

Rolling out of bed, Sarah quickly realized that she was completely tangled in the bed sheets. She lay still on the floor for a few moments, just grumbling, staring at the dust bunnies on the ceiling, and very much wishing she could just go back to sleep! Wait; there was that evil word again. 'Wish.' All her confusion started with that word. 'I wish the goblins would come and take you away, right now!' She glared at her alarm clock, which continued to buzz. Hmpf. Nothing, just as she had expected. She was crazy! She struggled to pull herself free from the captive binds of the sheets, which took a fair amount of time. Halfway through, however, she lost her patience with the noisy clock, grabbed it, and began bashing it against the floor. Despite her tangles, even. Finally, it shut up. She somehow managed to squiggle out of the bed sheets, and reluctantly got dressed. She picked up her silent, bashed up clock, and set it again on the bedside table. It was quarter to eight. 'Oh great. Whatever. Hey, is David Bowie playing at the- OH GOD! IT'S 7:45?! DAMMIT! HER CLASSES STARTED IN 15 MINUTES!' She shoved on her clothes for the day, and was out the door with a pop tart shoved in her mouth. She left too quickly, however, to notice that her alarm clock had disappeared...

(A/N: Ooh, spooky! :3 )

Perfect. She arrived at her bus stop JUST as it left. She'd have to run. And that she did. When she arrived at school, her face was red and she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She was brushing her frazzled hair with her fingers, just as Jacklyn, followed by her Bitch Brigade, came up behind her.

With a huge smirk on her face, Sarah was immediately reminded of Jareth. But even he wasn't that cruel-looking. And he was pretty damn mean. Of course, Sarah saw all this in her locker mirror, and pretended not to even notice that they approached. Not that that lasted very long. Jacklyn hated to be ignored, and shoved the book in her face.

"Here, Sarah, I thought you might want this back!" She snorted, and continued to her friends, "I'll bet she was crying all night, because she was missing her lovey-dovey Jareth!" She laughed, along with the three androids behind her.

Sarah snatched the book, and tossed it into the depths of her locker. "I dunno, you seemed quite infused with it earlier."

Their laughter halted abruptly. Jacklyn smirked. "Yeah, it's pretty good. It's a shame you're SUCH a cruel bitch, otherwise I might have even asked to borrow it a little longer! To erase those stupid little hearts, no doubt. Love yah!"

Sarah didn't have enough time to retort. She didn't have one, anyway. She watched them tromp away in her mirror, before she shoved her books in her bag and slammed it shut. She thought she heard the glass shatter at the force of it, but it wasn't like she cared.

Time passed, and her day didn't get much better. Jenna ran up to her at one point, and began talking nonstop about how she went out with a 30-year-old British man. Sarah stared, bewildered.

"Whut? Why would you do something like that? It's sick!"

Jenna giggled. "No, silly! You!"

Sarah groaned loudly. Perfect! So Jacklyn had not only found out her personal fantasy, but she'd also spread RUMOURS about her? Not that it wasn't to be expected, Jacklyn wasn't really the small-mouthed type. Wait... She remembered the photo of Jareth. He did sound somewhat British, didn't he? And he DID look about 30... even if Sarah knew he was ageless. No, wait. She corrected herself. Sarah dreamed that he sounded British, and she remembered from his picture that he looked about 30.

God, would Jacklyn never stop? So, she was blabbing about her dating someone sixteen years older. Great. Just great. But Sarah certainly HAD fantasized it, to say the least.

(A/N: C'mon, who hasn't?! Heh.

Well, I know Sarah is about 14, so she wouldn't be in 10th grade. But, I'm the all-powerful author, and I can do what I please. ((Blows raspberry)))

At lunchtime, Sarah proceeded to the 10th grade cafeteria, where already a food fight was forming. She ducked just in time to avoid some flying meatballs, which splattered into the wall. She sat down next to Jenna, who was talking with her friends and didn't even notice her sit down.

She was far too dreamy to worry about friends. Sure, she was friends with Jenna and her posse, but it wasn't like she really cared about them. It was just so she wouldn't feel alone all the time. Like when you're the one picked last for teams in gym class, or for a Junior High project you need to grab a partner, and nobody comes to you. She hated that feeling. And these people were basically the friends that stopped that feeling from ever hitting your gut, like it always did. Besides, she enjoyed her solitude, and they never bothered her, because they knew that.

Sarah didn't look up from her cafeteria-bought sandwich, and didn't even so much as blink when an empty milk carton landed on the table, and sprayed everyone with tiny droplets of chocolate milk. She did, however, look up when she overheard Jacklyn laughing with her friends.

"Oh. My. Gawd. I know! I mean, she's totally pregnant! Thanks to that old guy she had a little too much 'fun' with!" Jacklyn's voice rang out.

"Oh, but she's not that stupid. I'll be she got an abortion." Laughed one girl.

"Yeah, this is probably, like, her 5th one." Laughed another.

"I totally wouldn't be surprised, I mean-Wait! Shh! There she is! She can hear us!" Jacklyn giggled. Sarah began storming towards them. Sarah froze in her spot, however, the moment she heard the start of that dastardly comment.

"Hey, Sarah!" Jacklyn teased in a giggly, cruel voice. "I wish-"

Sarah's stomach gave a lurch.

"-The goblins would come and take YOU away, right now!"

The power went out, and the room just got louder in an uproar. Even the sunshine from outside didn't seem to work. Sarah heard a loud scream as she crouched on the ground, with her arms clamped over her head. Then, she realized, it was her own.

A loud hoot was heard, which caused the place to go silent.

Then a lot of inhuman giggling, and 'shh, shh, shh! Shad up! She said the words! Now we get her!'

Someone yelled out, and there was commotion in the far side of the room. Something fuzzy had clutched to somebody's leg, apparently.

Sarah slowly stood, and Jacklyn was freaking out about how psychotic this power-shortage coincidence was. Sarah whirled around, and narrowed her eyes at the face she couldn't see. (Thanks to the darkness)

"Thanks a lot, Jacklyn. That was no coince-" Sarah was cut off. The room was illuminated with moonlight, as if by magic. A large, ugly goblin had his hand clamped over her mouth, standing behind her.

Jacklyn screamed as Sarah was pulled backwards to the floor, and disappeared in a cloud of sparkly dust.

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