Beyond the Goblin City

Mr. Wallace. . .I Think

I haven't written as Jareth in a while so here. I'M WRITING TESS!
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Jareth's POV:
Aboveground. I hadn't been there in 300 years, except for when Sarah called me. I didn't know what to do, what to wear, how to speak. Sarah never seemed to mind what I did but she was, well. . .Sarah.
What do I pack?
Knock. Knock.
"Hello-Sarah?"
"I can help."
"How did you get here?"
"I've been transporting around my room for 2 hours. I was waiting for you to ask for help." She saw my questioning look. "I always had to help my dad pack."
I laughed. "Well, help me then."

Packing for the aboveground was easy. Only Sarah said I couldn't wear tights. Said they were. . .tight.
"Well that's the point."
"Trust me. You can't wear them."
"Fine." I pouted like a little kid. She got what I was trying to do. She walked over and kissed me quick. "One pair. And you can only wear them at the hotel.
I may or may not have done a little dance.

Sarah's POV:
Jareth is such a kid. We didn't want to arrive at my house, for fear that Grant might be there, so we went to California and took a plane. Apparently Jareth has never been on a plane and he almost did a backflip when it took off. Seriously. I had to hold down his shoulders, which was hard.
"You can turn into an owl! Chillax!"
"But this is different."
"How?"
"It just is!"

The funeral was typical. Dark, sad, and teary. I cries along with a few other girls and the 2 gay men in our class. Our old art teacher Miss Friedlander got up and told a sappy and tissue-filled story about him. We all new she liked him.

After the ceremony, Jareth and I waited until everyone was gone to go up to the coffin. I touched the edge carefully and Jareth touched my shoulder. I put my hand over his, and he started to pull me away.
"Wait I don't want to leave yet."
"I'm sorry we have to go."
"Why?"
"Go look at him again." So I did. He looked like he always had, just stone-cold this time.
"I don't see anything."
"Here." He lifted up one of Mr Wallace's suit lapels and there, of all things, was a black lighting bolt, similar to Rega's.
"Sarah, that's not your principal. Not unless your principal is my dad."
His DAD!?!?!?
"That lightning bolt is like a family crest. It's only black because he went rogue. He left about 25 years ago."
"That's when he started working at GBN."
Then he started TALKING. "Hello son. Hello Sarah."