Wybie's Story
(I don't own Coraline or Wybie, this is why Wybie first met Coraline, and kind of how he found cat barley mentioned though.)
Wybie got up from his couch; note that his T.V. was flickering cause of this storm. Wybie's mother had been off at the grocery store. His father was at work. His little sister was with his mom. And his two older sisters were at college. Their college was 15 miles away from the house. Cat, the cat, was there with him. Cat had just been a kitten when Wybie got him. There was a mean dog, and Wybie road his bike at it when he was ten. So now he's 11 and bored! His grandmother was home going over papers. She owned the pink palace. She wouldn't rent it to people with kids. But Wybie and his grandma's bonding time is: she would list off the people trying to rent the apartment, and Wybie would say which one he thinks would be cool. The first one was Mirky Sibo. He fought in the war. Wybie shook his head. Implying he was too old," Then he nodded to read on. "We got The Jones family." She said. Wybie jumped up, "Family?" he repeated. "Yes, a little girl, about your age, from a place called Pontiac Michigan. "Please, I know your sister and all was taken, but please oh please grandma." Wybie begged. "I thought you'd say that, so, I already got they just pulled up." She said. At our house, they pulled up? Wybie looked out the window; it was only a mother and a father. "The girl is at the house, just remember, and don't go in to her house, Wybourne." She said. Wybie nodded, ran out the back door to his garage and started riding his bike, Frankenstina. He was riding his bike until he saw a girl walk out of the side of the house. She had blue hair and a raincoat. She started walking down the steps. Wybie followed her. He brought out his Polaroid. He started taking pictures of her. Then, he rode his bike after her. She had reached the Well. It looked like she was talking to cat, and playing with a stick. Wybie zoomed down the hill.
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