About a month ago, I decided to watch Coraline. I did not know what I was expecting, but I do know I was not expecting to fall in love with the movie like I did. Not too long after I watched the movie, I watched move theories on Coraline. Most of which is from The Theorizer, and if you have not seen any of his theories you really should because they are awesome! They also inspired my fanfiction along with my nonstop thinking about Coraline. I do have the book of Coraline, but I have not found time do read it. Once I read it, I will probably put in a few things, but this story will most likely be based on the movie. Enjoy the first chapter! Rated T for abuse, so if you do not want to read it, it might be best to skip this story.

Chapter 1

Summer was a time when kids had no worries; school was out for three months, so they could do whatever they wanted during that time. Everyone loves summer! Most of the time, my brother and I did, but this summer had a different story. My mom's work decided to sent her all the way across the country, so not only the entire family has to move, but my brother and I get to spend "quality" time with our stepdad. The whole trip to our new home, my brother and I would write notes to one another, so we could have a conversation in private. He was the only person who knew what happen to me, and I was the only one who knew what happen to him.

I guess I better tell you my backstory. I'm Lindsay and I am sixteen years old. During my free time, I love to write. I will write anything, stories, poems, songs, anything you can think of to write, I love it. Writing is the only thing sometimes that can get me away from the bad thing. And no, I am not going to tell you the bad thing, you will find out soon enough. There is my baby brother, Samuel aka Sam for short. He is only eleven years old, and the right age to be annoying and always there for you at the same time. Samuel has artistic beyond anything I have ever seen. He loves to paint how he sees stuff from his point of view. We are both artistic, I am just better at expressing myself through words while Sam is better at expressing himself through drawings.

Next, we have our mom, Abby and our dad, Steve. Steve is our real dad, not the crappy stepdad we got now. Both our parents are loving and adventurous. They always pushed us to be our best, and we always try to be. One day, dad got hit by a drunk driver. He was in a coma for a week until mom decided to pull the plug. Ever since dad's death, mom has put most of her attention into her work. She works at a big company, and she now is the manger for their newest building in the middle of nowhere. What little attention mom had for anything other than work, went straight into dating. That is how we got, Aaron. Aaron watches over Sam and I while mom is busy at work.

"I hate how we had to move," Sam whispered to me during one of our many hours in the car.

Too make it worst, we will never get out of the house, not until school starts back up. That is in three months! I wrote it on my notebook, and handed it to Sam. He nodded his head once he read it.

Finally, after traveling 2,892.3 miles or 44 hours, we finally made it to our new "home," the Pink Palace.

"We're living here?" Sam said.

"Of course we are," mom said. "It's perfect! Only five minutes from town, so I can hardly get into traffic going and coming into work." Mom and Aaron looked at one another , like their whole life was perfect now. I rolled my eyes then I got out of the van. Sam came right behind me as we look at our new home.

"Our part of the house is the ground floor," Aaron told us.

"You mean other people live here?" I asked him.

"Of course, did you honestly think that we owned the whole place?"

I just walked away because I knew he would call me an idiot. Aaron and mom brought all the furniture of the house down. They came down early to find a house, and get settle in. Sam and I didn't argue when they said they were going to do that. We wanted some alone time, without Aaron. All we had to do now was bring the boxes inside, which held everything we could not live without while my mom finished up some stuff at the office before the whole family moved here. While carrying the boxes inside, I tried to look for our neighbors, but I could not see anyone.

"Well, that is the last box," Aaron said putting the box down in the living room.

"Now that the van and trailer are both clear, I am going into town to check on the business," mom told Aaron.

"What?" I said coming down from the stairs. "You are leaving us on our first night in our new home."

"If you mean I am going to go work for money that pays for your food, clothes, and shelter, yes I am," mom put her attention back on Aaron. "I will be back late tonight. Don't wait up on me." Mom gave him a kiss, and she left the house. Samuel was already in the kitchen, so I went in there with him.

"You both can get started on unpacking these boxes," Aaron told us.

We both headed towards the living room, just trying to do what he told us.

"I already don't like it here," Sam whispered sadly to me. "Mom is already gone! We literally just got here!"

"She is starting a new business. I'm sure there are tons of stuff to get done! I'm sure she would rather stay here with us, but the office needs her more." I did not believe anything I had just said, but I hoped Sam did.

"I doubt it,"Sam replied. He went to put some pictures up on the fireplace mantel, when he stopped short. "Why is there a door covered in wallpaper?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked turning to see what he was looking at.

"There!" He said putting at the door. "See! I'm not crazy!"

I walked over and put my hand over the door. "Get me something to cut the wallpaper. I want to open it!" Sam grabbed the scissors that we used to cut the tape on the box. Once I got the wallpaper removed, I tried to open the door. "It's locked!"

"But why is it here? What could be on the other?"

"A lot of dead bodies?" I joked.

"Do you really think so?" Sam said believing me.

"No," I said getting up. "This house is really old! Who knows why they put the door there. It looks like we will never find out why or what is on the other side." I just went back to unpacking, but I know Sam was trying to figure out why that door was there the rest of the time. Whenever Sam and I was ready to call it a day, we had all of downstairs unpacked, but we still had a little bit left of upstairs. By now, we were both hungry and ready for some dinner. "I can unpack them tomorrow or tonight." We just left the boxes where they were, and we hoped Aaron wouldn't see them. "How about you go downstairs and get us some dinner," I told Sam. As he ran downstairs, I went to both of our room, and I tried to imagine how to get the most out of the little space we had.

I was in such deep thought, I didn't hear when Sam enter the room until he spoke. "Lindsay, he's already drinking."

I tried not to seem scared, but I was. "Okay, stay here while I try to get us some dinner."

He nodded his head, and I slowly went downstairs. I acted like I need to throw away some trash. I grabbed some crackers and put them in my back pocket. I would get something bigger whenever Aaron passed out from drinking too much. "What are you doing?" Aaron asked blocking my way out of the kitchen. He took a sip of beer from the bottle he was holding.

"I was just throwing away some trash," I said trying to act like it was all I did.

"So what is in your back pocket then?"

"Nothing. I didn't take anything."

Aaron busted his beer bottle on the table from rage. "What did I tell you girl about lying!" With each word, he came closer to me.

"I...I didn't take anything! I swear!" I tried to back away from him, but I hit the back door. He pulled out the crackers where I hid them.

"What were these doing here?" he demanded.

"They were just going to be a snack! I promise!"

He slapped me across the face. "You know the rule, girl! No eating unless your mother is the room! She's not here now is she? Did your brother tell you to get these?"

"No!" I said trying to get Sam out of these. "I was just hungry. I came here to get something to eat. Sam doesn't know I am here."

"LIAR!" He yelled at me then he slapped my face. "Go to your room! You are grounded young lady. Just wait until your mother hears of this!"

I went up to my room, and Sam was looking at the stars when I came in. When he saw my face, he quickly came over to me. "He saw you," was all Sam said.

I nodded my head, "It's okay. It doesn't hurt too much."

"Yeah right," Sam said as we both sat together on my bed. He moved over into my arms, "I wish we never moved here. I wish our stepdad never came into our family!"