A/N: Hey everyone! I'm SO sorry for taking so long, but I've had a major writer's block, and I've been really busy! Cookies and glitter to whoever continues reading! My apologies again!!

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"No!" Sarah groaned into her pillow. "It feels like I just went to sleep!" She sat up grudgingly, stretching. "I had such a horrible dream," She told her Wall of Friends. Her Wall consisted of all of her stuffed animals she had received as a little girl. Lancelot had recently been replaced by Alexander, a white rabbit. She smiled. "But it was just a dream."

She slid off her bed and stretched her arms up to the sky.

"Sarah!" Called Robert, her father. Sarah jumped. "Could you please come down here for a minute?"

She yawned, looked in the mirror to straighten her hair so she wouldn't look too crazy, and hurried downstairs into the kitchen where her father was. Then-

Pudding. Everywhere. On the walls, on the fridge, all over the ceiling and floor: Everywhere. It was probably the strangest sight she'd ever seen.

"Would you mind explaining this?" Robert was standing in the middle of it all, looking baffled.

"It wasn't here last night…" Sarah said, bewildered.

Last night…

"Oh no…no! It can't be!" Sarah turned and ran back upstairs without a word to her father, who still looked perplexed.

"What can't be – Sarah?! What are you-? Come back down here!"

Sarah skidded into her room, looking for a sign – she didn't know what, just something that would make her sure last night hadn't happened.

But there, on her bed, was a single pudding cup.

She slowly walked over to the cup – which seemed to be mocking her – hardly daring to touch it; certain it would be a teleporter-like-thing, which would instantly place her at the beginning of the Labyrinth. Attached to it was a note, scrawled in neat handwriting:

Sarah,

No, this is not by any means a teleporter to the Underground. I am incredibly sorry to dash your hopes. I am fully aware, however, that you could be under the absurd assumption that last night was a dream (and a magnificent one, at that). If this is the case, you assumed wrong. You have until One tomorrow morning to say your goodbyes. Make them last.

The Goblin King

Sarah could almost see his devilish grin, and hear his mocking laughter. It sickened her to think that a man would go to such lengths, just to torture a single girl.

"Sorry everyone," She told her Wall of Friends, trying to swallow tears. "As it turns out, it wasn't a dream. I'm really going to have to go." She sat on her bed, and looked at her hands. "I'm really going to miss you – all of you." She cocked her head to one side. "What's that? You want to hear a story? Alright. It will be my last."

She gently took each animal off of the wall, and placed them around her. "Once, there was a girl. This girl had everything she always wanted. Then, one day, the evil Goblin King took everything away from her, and kept her prisoner in his dirty castle. But the girl didn't loose hope, and knew that someday, her kind friends would rescue her. But months passed, and nothing happened. So the girl decided to take matters into her own hands. She found a way to escape out of her room, and the Goblin King was-"

Then, Sarah jumped up, for she had heard a terrible, blood-curling scream erupt from downstairs.

She rushed down, taking the steps two at a time, expecting to find Jareth torturing her step-mother in the kitchen…

But what she saw when she reached the kitchen, was Karen, on the floor, covered in pudding. Sarah had half a mind to laugh, but, out of respect (and also because of the fact that Karen looked about ready to blow up) she remained silent. Robert looked as if he'd been trying to clean up the mess, but now he was just staring at Karen, frozen in shock.

"My kitchen!" Karen wailed. "What have you done?! There's – there's pudding! And- and – everywhere…!" She looked up. "And on the ceiling, too?! Oh, Sarah, what have I told you about my kitchen?"

"But-" Sarah tried to explain.

"You know how Karen is about her kitchen." Robert said, seeming to regain control of his senses. He walked slowly over to where Karen sat, and helped her off of the floor.

"I-"

"Sarah," Seethed Karen, "I don't know why you did this, but you will clean it-"

"But I didn't do i-"

"I'm no finished! Don't make any excuses! Now I don't know why you-you…puddinged my kitchen, but you will clean it all up – every last speck! Robert and I were going to take you out tonight, but I suppose it will just be him and I now."

"That's not fair!" Sarah shouted desperately. "I didn't do anything!"

"You didn't, did you? Well who did? Can you tell me that? Who? A silly character from one of your stories? No – Sarah, no. It was you, trying to rebel against me." Karen sighed. "I've been trying to get along with you, Sarah, I really have. But you've made it so difficult! And this-" She gestured around the kitchen. "This is simply childish!"

"Now Karen," Robert warned. But Karen ignored him.

"Sarah, I want you to stop playing with your silly toys, and grow up!"

"Karen!" Robert touched his wife's arm. "Sarah," He looked at Sarah –almost apologetically. "Why don't you go up to your room, and let Karen and I talk."

Sarah didn't need telling twice; she hurried up the stairs, and into her room, slamming the door behind her. Then, the threw herself onto her bed.

"It's not fair!" She sobbed into her pillow. "No one listens! And the pudding..."

The pudding was a mystery, but Sarah knew one thing for certain: When the Goblin King took her away, she wouldn't miss Karen.

A/N: You know the drill: REVEIW!!!!!!!!!