Sarah Williams was the first and only friend Franklin Hartford ever made when she moved to a new town to live with a new foster family.
Since Sarah walked right up to Franklin on her first day of freshman year of high school to introduce herse...
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It doesn't seem real to me. This whole magical place feels like a wild dream that I'm going to awaken from soon. That everything I've been through means nothing if I'm going to wake up in Sarah's room. What a waste.
No, no I don't believe that. There is no way I just created all this on my very own. I may be imaginative but there is no possible explanation for why I did this.
Not even this dwarf with a serious face who is telling me this is the end. My life might come to a close while in the dark green forest. Somehow I feel empty. I never had a true family, I will not be missed.
After meeting and almost getting eaten by Zatho and then running into those funny dangerous birds, there is no energy left in me. The spirit I came here with had been drained dry.
Sarah must be on her way right now to the castle at Goblin City Center. I wish I were there with her. The only reason I'm here is for her. We went in this together as best friends. But we had a small argument and there might not be enough time to fix it.
I won't ever get to see those dimples the next time she smiles. No more sleepovers for us.
I shook my head free of these negative thoughts to peer again at the overwhelming calm of the spooky forest. There is no time left to feel sorry about the little things. My life was good and that is enough.
"My king will arrive soon to send you off your way." I bring my gaze down upon him to only find a cloud of purple smoke where he once stood. There was no chance to question him on what he meant by that. The hair on the back of my neck is now sticking up straight. A gust of wind blew my hair briefly. The king has arrived.
"Hello, Franky." That familiar sinister voice greeted me.
I'm not so quick to turn around. His voice has stunned me in place. I never wanted to hear it again. But the effects from his very presence do this strange number on my entire body. Moths have started to float around in the pit of my stomach. Is that wrong?
"I did not recognize the severity of your injuries," Jareth speaks with sympathy. As if he is guilty and concerned. Not the conversation I was expecting from him. The curiosity within me grew a little just then.
"Why didn't you tell me that other girls died before I met that monster?" This time I actually faced him. Shock vibrates down in my weak bones. His bright eyes are holding an unusual amount of emotion. There is no lead as to where they come from. Do I even want to know?
His gaze shot over to my bloody shoulder. By now the bleeding has stopped though I have no feeling where the wound is located. The cuts on my face sting with every expression I make.
A shiver flew over me from that icy stare. Just as I had witnessed those slight emotions, they had gone in a blink. It was really unfortunate, maybe he could use those more often.
