Okay, the basic story of Coraline is going to stay the same. But she is sixteen and a rebel. Wybie is sixteen, too, but he's HOT. Think of Taylor Lautner…sigh… And Coraline REALLY likes him, but he just talks and talks about things she doesn't care about…okay… Here we go!
Of course it was raining! I mean, sure, why would anything good happen today? First, I had to say goodbye to my two best friends…Second, we're—as in my parents and me—just moved into a new house/apartment thingy…Third, the place was pink. The building was freaking PINK! That has to be a bad omen…
But, at least there are two bathrooms… that way I won't be yelled at in the mornings.
As my dad pulled up to the pink apartment thing-dob, I saw the movers were already waiting for us. Great…now—after two days of doing nothing but packing—I have to unpack all of my crap.
"Coraline," My mother called to me from the front seat, "Please, I beg of you, be nice to the movers. They are helping you, you know." She turned so she could glare at me slightly.
"I know, mom, I know." I sighed. "How 'bout I grab my crap and just go pick a room?" I grinned slightly.
"Hmm? No. How about you help us all out by helping us carry all the boxes in." Dad smiled at me from the rear-view mirror.
"Sure," I replied with fake enthusiasm, "That'll be great!"
"That's the spirit, honey." Mom smiled.
"Sar-cas-m, mom." I rolled my eyes at her as I got out of the small blue-gray car. My dad must of popped the trunk, I grabbed my big green suitcase and headed for the house.
"Coraline, didn't we just talk—"
"I'm just making sure this one gets to my room safely," I interrupted my mother.
"Okay, then."
I entered the house through the creaky wooden door. It was nice and cheery in here! Not… The walls were all different, but all the same. They were painted dull, light colors and looked ancient. There was an old, wooden staircase, so I went up. There were only three doors; one into the master bedroom, one to a bathroom—MINE—and the other into a smaller, gray room. That's probably mine, too…
I entered the dark room and flicked the light on. It flickered for a moment before lighting up the room, showing me that the walls were a dull purple shade, not gray. Not that that was any better…
I sighed as I threw my case onto the lumpy grey bed. Was the anything in the house that wasn't gray or dull looking?
I opened it and pulled out the picture of my two best friends; Twyla and Jojo. (AN: Heh heh…) God, I missed them so much… I set it down on the small, gray dresser next to the lumpy, gray bed.
Gray is officially my LEAST favorite color EVER!
Lalalalala…
After the movers had left, and dad had so stiffly tipped them, I decided to go exploring. There had to be something to do out here.
I grabbed my black rain coat and boots. I slipped the jacket on before sliding the boots on over my orange and red stripped skinny jeans and I buttoned the jacket on my way down the stairs.
My boots made a 'Squishy' noise as I walked. I yelled to my mother before leaving the house, "I'm going outside, okay?!"
I didn't wait for an answer.
I noticed a small bush on the side of the walkway, I pulled a branch off. It was the shape of a wishbone. That would work…
The grounds around the complex were unnaturally empty, but there was said to be a well around. I really want to find it. The mud splattered as my feet hit the ground with a 'splat', the noise echoing through the trees and rocks. Everything out here was GRAY! God… it is officially the WORST COLOR EVER! There was so much room for gardening, so much empty, grey space that could be so beautiful improved… but it just sat there in all of its grayness and emptiness. I made my way along a thin path that leads up the small, rocky hill, waiting for something to happen. But, my hopes were most likely in vain.
I sighed, "Why is my life so boring?"
I kicked a small rock, watching as I fell down the steep ledge next to me.
TIP TAP, CRASH.
My head automatically turned towards the source of the noise. All I saw was the trees and rocks. No one, or thing, was there.
"Hello?" My voice echoed, "Who's there?"
TIP TAP, CRASH. More rocks fell…
"I can hear you!" I yelled louder this time, "Hello?!"
"MEEEEEEOWWWWW!" Something black hit me in the face, knocking me onto m back. Of course, I landed in the mud.
"AAHHH!" Well, duh, I screamed… wouldn't you? I grabbed at the dark thing and pulled it away, tossing it to the side.
"What the—" I turned my head.
The cat looked at me with curious eyes, tilting its head to the left. "Meow," He nodded his head, signaling to something behind me. I looked.
I heard the sound of an engine roar, and I gasped in shock.
There, on top of the small hill, was a man on a motorcycle of some sort. The bike was big but thin, and painted silver-gray—of course!—but he wore a helmet, I couldn't see his face. He revved the engine again, and I screamed. Again.
The man on the bike did a quick wheelie before head towards me at full speed. I screamed louder…
Just as I was about to break into a run, the biker twirled to a quick stop in front of me, splashing mud everywhere. Well, everywhere on me…
"What the hell are you doing, creep?" I yelled at the stranger in front of me. His chuckle was muffled by his helmet as the cat jumped onto his black trench coat.
"What? I can't hear you, creep." I began to walk away but a clearer, more beautiful voice stopped me.
"Hold on a minute," His voice was dripping with amusement. "Wait, I'm sorry, Miss." He chuckled again as I continued on my way, "But you should've seen your face…"
"Argh," I stopped stubbornly, "Listen, creep, I—" I turned around, planning on shouting in his stupid creeper face, but I had to remember to breath for a moment.
He had obviously taken the skull helmet off…
The boy…man…boy in front of me had dark, tan brown skin. His sharp, defined face was angled slightly so that, even though there wasn't much, the light made him look tired. His mouth with full, and pulled into a smile. And the perfectly shaped nose in the center of his face was long and strong looking, sitting right in between the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes… He had shaggy black/brown hair that fell loosely around his head…wow…
"I—um, did you…um," I stuttered like an idiot.
"I'm Wybie," He stuck out his gloved hand for me to shake, "Not 'creep.'" He laughed again, the sound of it echoing in my head.
"I'm, um, Coraline. Coraline Jones; I, erm, just moved here." I tried to smile, but I could feel it come out crooked. Crap…
"Ah, the new kid…" The boy, Wybie, chuckled again. "You just moved into the Pink Palace, right?"
"Yeah," I relied shyly. "Do you live there, too?"
"Nope, my Grandma won't let me go near the place." Wybie said kindly, "She's kinda superstitious about that old place."
"Superstitious?" I asked, curious, "Why?" I sat down on a nearby tree stump; it made another squishy sound when I sat. What is it with this place and gray, squishy stuff?
"I'm not really supposed to tell you that," He said nervously, "My Grandma doesn't want to scare people away, ya know?"
"Ah," I said, disappointed. Well, at least that's something cool happening around here. "Will you tell me anyways?" I bashed my eyelashes a few times for affect.
"Um, sure. Why not, right?" It seemed to have worked… cool! "Well, my grandma's sister was, um, she disappeared when they were young. People said that she had just ran away—"
"That's not very scary, Wybie." I must have looked disappointed because he quickly picked back up.
"Well, that's not all! My grandma is convinced that she was stolen, taken by some lady. Grandma said that she could hear voices at night, talking to her sister. But one morning, when grandma woke up, her sister was gone."
"Oh wow," I said, shocked. "So when did she show up again?"
Wybie shook his head, "That's just it! She never did! Grandma waited and waited for her—her parents were so scared, dude—but she never came back. And the police had no leads at all. No one ever found her."
"So, what does that have to do with not being able to go near the PP?" I turned my head to the side, letting my short, bob-cut blue hair fall.
"Well, it happened in the PP, so yeah…" He placed his hand on his neck nervously, "In fact, it happened in your part of the house." Wybie grinned evilly at me.
"My house?" I thought about that for a moment, "Cool!" I stood up and began to walk home.
"Hey where are you going, Caroline?" He kicked his bike on and began to follow me.
"It's Coraline! Cor-A-Line! Not 'Caroline,' CORALINE!" I muttered all but the last part; I HATE it when people get my name wrong…
"Whatever, Coraline. But where are you going?" He continued to follow me.
"Home to explore, why?" I turned to face him, and he had his creepy helmet back on. So his voice was muffled as he spoke.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you…" Wybie said as he came up to my side, still riding his bike thingy.
"Well, I'll pretend I didn't hear that, because I don't care what you think." I smiled at him as I continued on my way.
"Can I give you a ride?" He asked sweetly, coming to a stop.
Why not? "Sure," I said, excited. I hopped on the back of his bike and held on to him tightly, setting my stick in between me and him.
"Whoa now, Coraline." He chuckled, "I'm not gonna go that fast, you don't have to choke me."
"Oh, um, sorry." I loosened my grip as my cheeks flushed.
It wasn't a long ride home, about thirty seconds really, and when we reached the PP apartments, I hopped off.
"Thanks," I said, holding my stick in both hands.
"Any time," Wybie chuckled, "Oh, and just some advise, get yourself a pair of gloves, Coraline."
"Why?"
"Because that stick your holding, it's poison oak." He laughed as he drove away.
"AH!" I let out a small squeal as I threw the stick into the woods. Just great! Great, great, great!!! Now what was I gonna do? My first day at my new home, and I already have poison oak…GREAT!!!
Well, there you go… Short but sweet! Should I write it? Yay or Nay? Review people! REVIEW!