...That is...until the phone rang at 6 AM Saturday morning.
Her father had gone to work already and Karen had gone for an early morning jog, so Sarah was lucky because she would've killed her if she'd been home. Groggy, she got out of bed and went to the phone in the kitchen, nearly falling down the stairs. Who the Hell is calling this early? If this is a telemarketer...
She lifted the phone off the receiver and put it to her ear. "Hello, who is-"
"Sarah!" Fran yelled. "Are you ready?!"
Sarah cringed and covered her ear. "Ah! Fran, why are you yelling?! Ready for what?!"
"Don't you know what day it is?!"
"Don't you know what time it is?!"
"It's the day of the CONCERT!"
Sarah mentally whacked herself in the he
"Go on, Lulu," Fran said. "Go play."
After a minute of more bell ringing and no response, Sarah decided to try something. She reached out and took a handful of grass in her hand. "Here, sweetie, look." She began to run the blades of grass up and down along Lulu's back. She "eep"ed and spun around, giving her the chance to tickle her face with it. "See? It's not gonna bite you." Sarah finally t
Or does she...care?
I mean, "I won't let anyone hurt you" sounds like...I don't even know what it sounds like, but it was weird! What am I thinking, she couldn't care. She hates me! And I don't like her either!
So if you don't like her...at all...asked a voice in Jareth's head. Why are you internally debating whether or not she cares about you?
...Alright, there a things about her I like. Her determination, as idiotic and unrealistic as it is at times, her ability to easily make friends with most people, her ability to trust, and forgive,
It didn’t take Toby long to realize you ran home; so when he got there he turned the heat on, put the kettle on the stove, and searched the house for you already having an idea of where you would be. His heart broke more so when his intuition was right, he decided against moving you; instead he grabbed Lancelot from your room and placed him in your arms before removing your shoes and covering you with the quilt.
When you woke up you were in a field of flowers with your mother’s arms wrapped around you.
“(Y/N), sweetie is everything alright,” she asked in a soft, nurturing tone.
“No mom, everything’s perfect,” you said as you hear a dog barking and a boy laughing.
“(Y/N), (Y/N) where are you,” Toby yelled, but no response.
He ran back up to your room to see everything of significance still there. Toby called your cell phone, but it went to the answering machine.
Toby waited and waited and waited for (Y/N) to come home but (Y/N) never did. Toby decided it was time to get the authorities involved. He talked with them and they said they’d start searching right away. All Toby could do was wait. He prayed that you would return home or that the police would find you alive. The clock struck midnight and Toby went to bed. That night Toby did someth