(A/N): Sorry for the really short chapter!
I know, I know, I could have VERY easily combined this with Chapter Four, but I was feeling lazy, okay?
Chapters will be longer later.
But, at the same time, this is a very important chapter, even though it's short. First thing, the third character speaks.
Who is it, you ask? Well, why should I tell YOU?
By the way, I've decided to cut the review count. I'm updating this faster than people are reviewing! But I'll still thank people, like this:
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CHAPTER FIVE: CONFIDANCE
Soon, Coraline found that she was sitting at a table almost completely covered in platters of food.
It was the small table in the kitchen, but it was still more food than she could remember she'd ever seen at once.
Her Other Mother and Other Sister were also sitting at the table, eating a bit and then idly chatting.
Coraline politely took and ate some chicken and potatoes, but not much. Even though she could have eaten a lot more (the 'chicken soup' she had had for dinner was less than satisfying, but it was all that she and Melanie usually had), she decided to be polite to these strangers and eat an average amount.
"What's bothering you, Coralne? You seem so quiet today," the Other Mother asked, as if she had known Coraline her entire life.
Now that the thought had occurred to her, she was really scared by it; however, eventually she decided that the Other Mother wasn't trying to creep her out, so Coraline confided her 'secret' with the Other Mother.
"Well, I found this strange pamphlet recently," she said, staring at her lap, "and I'm curious about it. It seems that it's something… important. I don't know. But I don't understand it."
"Maybe you could show it to Melanie tomorrow," the Other Mother said, and the Other Melanie (wait, which one was she talking about?) nodded vigorously. "She'd be glad to help you with it. But it's time for bed now. Let's go."
Coraline's Other Mother led her up the stairs to her restored (but Coraline decided to call it 'other', as that's what everything else in this world was called) bedroom, where Coraline crawled into bed and fell asleep.
Downstairs, in the library, a book fell open.
On its ancient paper, it read:
Her Other Mother reached out her free hand and beckoned, gently, with one white finger. Her pale lips mouthed, "Come back soon," although she said nothing aloud.
(A/N): Yay! Well, that end was exciting! By the way, that last part, in italics? It's not by me. No matter how much I would LOVE to say that it's me, it's not (CRAP!). It's Neil Gaiman and his excellent book, Coraline.
Sorry about this thing being so short, again.