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      Jareth sat upon his throne, wondering if any other silly little girls would wish away their little brothers or sisters. He enjoyed his little game very much, and had learned that creating himself a myth on earth was as good a way 2 attract potential "visitors" as any. He was a sadist, in a way, even if he had to wait for the girls to ask. And it was ever so boring waiting for them. Some people he knew though were worth waiting for.


      Carol and Emily were really quite silly. They laughed at almost anything, cried at everything else, and fancied almost anything in leather trousers and a trenchcoat. They were easily excited, very giggly, but they had found themselves a slice of happiness in each others friendships that very few other people could boast of. They were very important to each other.
    They often played some very silly games, even though at 16 years old they really should have grown out of it. Their philosophy on life would have been the envy of many great minds, even though it was so very personal and changed slightly occasionally. They had short and long lasting teenage obsessions, like any teenage girl, and, like any teenage girl in the real world they were not the most gorgeous people in the world. Despite the understanding of most teenage girls, however, Carol and Emily knew that this was not the be all and end all of everything. They were both very special though, and very beautiful to the right eyes. Beauty is measured beyond the clearness and symmetry of the face.
    One of the silly games they liked to play was focused on the characters they had seen on a film. The Labyrinth was one of their teenage obsessions, which they both believed they would grow out of by the time they left for university, if such a thing ever happened. They dreamt of a Goblin King that came in the night, who was a perfect gentleman, if rough, and who loved them very much. This should have ruined their friendship through jealousy, were it not for the deep knowledge of both of them that such a character did not exist. They occasionally wished themselves or each other away, finding the whole process hilariously amusing.


      Unfortunately life wasn't fun when they were at school. To be accepted in a school is a difficult job for any teenager, and if you're different in any way to what is accepted and fashionable at that point in time, then chances are you'd be hassled about it.
     Carol and Emily were Bowie fans, and at their school this piece of information was the ticket others used to mess up their lives. They were constantly picked on, played tricks on and subjected to annoying jokes about them. Although there was never too much harm being caused, it was enough to hurt, but really it caused more anger than pain.
     After a particularly bad day at school, they went to Emily�s house and talked about the day�s events. The more they talked the more angry they felt, and upset as well.
     �I don�t understand this,� Emily told Carol. �We�ve never done anything to upset anyone.�
Carol smiled at Emily, �Don�t worry,� she replied. �As long as we�re together we�ll be OK. You know we�re strong when we�re together.�
      They both smiled and sat, lost in their own thoughts.
      �I wish Jareth would hurry up and take us away,� Carol grinned, �at least then we�d be away from all of this. Shame he doesn�t actually exist.�
          �It�s worth another try,� Emily replied. �Come on.�
          So once again the girls called on the goblin king, rephrasing the sentence, changing names round, wishing each other away, then themselves, and still nothing was happening.
          Eventually they gave up in the realization that it was quite pointless. They sat back down and just thought to themselves, thoroughly depressed by their lives, and wishing there was more justice.



     From his realm Jareth watched the two girls.
     Neither of them really believed in his existence. They didn�t have any real faith in him. Jareth felt slightly angered at this, the thought that he was merely something to giggle and laugh about. He was more than that. He�d show them.
     He watched as they sat back defeated and lonely at their attempts. He thought them slightly pathetic. He wasn�t going to pluck them out of their lives at that very moment just because they requested it. He didn�t follow anyone�s orders. Of course he�d come and take them eventually, but when the time was right.
     Besides, it was quite amusing watching their lives take course. They were strong together, and Jareth looked forward to seeing what would happen when they were separated. Separation would break them down.
     And of course, they both shared that same weakness: him.