(A/N): Well, sorry this is really late!

Anyway, this weekend? Guess who made their Carnegie Hall debut, and walked on a Broadway stage?

DUMBASS ANSWER: OOH! OOH! PICK ME! PICK ME! I KNOW IT! I KNOW IT! SOME BITCH I'VE NEVER HEARD OF!

Well, the DUMBASS ANSWER is partially right. I'm some bitch you've never heard of.

The stupid thing is, we had to fly there. It was a two-in-one deal: I got to write a LOT of stuff for The Pamphlet (there are now officially... three? sub-subplots in the second subplot) including this ripoff for a chapter (it's important, yes. But it's filler. I needed it to be something flammable... don't ask, it will be answered...).

The second part was WAY funner (/sarcasm): I caught something on the plane going down there, and now I have some unknown disease fucking with me (possibly the flu?) that's giving me a 101.3 fever, a hacking cough, and a fire-hose nose (I'm too sick to write unique content XD).

Anyway, read this piece of crap, while I go do... something. I might play the Coraline video game for a little while, maybe. Or sleep. I'm really sick. And lazy.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: SPELLING

Coraline walked through the library, which, thankfully, used the same system of sorting books as a library she had been to so long ago, before the majority of books were burned and most information was stored somewhere in the Capitol...

After searching through the Y section of the library for a long while, Coraline found a book that seemed to stick out from the rest; its cover was just a bit duller in shade than the rest of the books, a bit more rustic, and the book itself was smaller, easily missed.

She pulled it from the shelf and it slipped from her grip to the floor, where it opened to a seemingly random page.

Stuffed between the pages was another small piece of paper similar to the one Coraline already had. On it was written:

The next letter is O.

Now you know.

Putting this piece of paper in her pocket with the other one, Coraline set off for the next letter, taking the small book with her.

She eventually had collected an additional four pieces of paper and a few extra books, after traveling to several different locations in the library:

The next letter is U.

Now you do.

The next letter is D.

Now you'll be.

The next letter is I.

Now ask why.

The last letter is E.

Now you see.

She tried to figure out what the letters were spelling.

Oudie? she thought. No... wait...

Coraline walked over to a nearby table and found a pen. Taking all the pieces of paper out of her pocket, she filled in the blanks on the first.

The first letter is Y.

Now Y O U D I E.

Coraline had a feeling she wouldn't like what was coming at all.

(A/N): Okay, so, review, or something? I'm too lazy and sick to put a real ending A/N on here.

Oh, by the way, I threw up three times in the hotel this weekend.

Just in case if you were enough of a pervert/stalker to want to know every little detail of my current misery.