The next day I was feeling rather content with myself. I hadn't heard any word if my little "present" had achieved his goal yet, but I felt quite confident that the Blue Issue was going to be taken care of. Even though I was happy, I knew that my Gramma wouldn't be if she found out that I sneaked out again yesterday, so I decided to keep my little secret to myself. I didn't stop me from being cheerful though, something I usually wasn't. So I decided to take advantage of the new found mood.

"Morning Gramma" I greeted my grandmother, who was wondering about the kitchen as usual. I didn't mind, I was too happy to bother with what she was doing. "Wybourn, I got a job for you."

Well that lasted.

My perfectly strait back of moments ago suddenly hunched as I dropped my shoulders. "What?" I moaned, hoping that she'd realize that I don't actually enjoy all these little jobs she gave me. Don't get me wrong, I don't helping out. But come on! Fixing the roof? Unclogging the toilet? Helping Grampa put his slippers on? There's a limit on these things you know.

"Wybourn I want you to give this to the Jones family" she said while handing me a parcel. I just looked at her flatly, "really?"

Gramma didn't notice though, or she didn't listen, instead she just went back to making breakfast. "The mails gotten mixed up recently, I'm going to have to talk to post office about it, but for now be a good sport and give it to them will you?" she asked, though in a way that meant she had already answered for you.

I rolled my eyes back, giving up. "Fine" I groaned.

After having my breakfast, which was very nice may I add, I went back up stairs and got changed into my one outfit. I was hoping that today Gramma would take me out to town so I could get some new clothes, but I'm not sure if that's going to happen. I could still ask though right?

After putting my T-shirt on and grabbing my coat I was about to go back down stairs, but I stopped when I saw Cat sitting on my bed. That's odd, he wasn't in my room this morning, and I don't think Gramma let him in.

Then again, he is always sneaking around. He must of found an open window or something.

"Hey buddy, how'd you get in?" I asked while rubbing my hand along his back. He licked my fingers before jumping from my bed and walking towards the door, waiting for me to get it open. "Okay, okay, I can take a hint" I laughed, walking towards the door and opening it.

The cat followed me as I walked out of my room and went down the stairs. He even waited for me as I put on my boots and said goodbye to my that done I left.

I walked towards the forest with the parcel in my hands. I was about to walk to my bike until I looked towards the Pink Palace and saw the Jones's car driving away from the road and going into town.

Well now I'm stumped. I didn't know whether to leave the parcel on their door-step or go back and tell Gramma. I decided on the latter, as it meant not having to go to that creepy house, filled with creepy people.

Still, it was a shame to waist a day. And hopefully the car driving away from the Palace meant it was going to be a Caroline-free one as well.

I walked back to my house and opened the door, leaving the parcel on the floor. "Gramma, the Jones's car just pulled out so I'm leaving the parcel here! Can I go out for a bit?" I shouted into the house. I couldn't actually see anyone, but the house was small, so I knew someone would hear. And only one person would actually reply.

"Fine! But be careful!" Gramma yelled back from one of the rooms. I just smiled and grabbed a scarf from the coat rack. "I will be!" I yelled back before shutting the door and walking down the small steps.

Cat was already waiting for me by the garage where my bike was, he knows me too well. I picked him up as I passed and held him in my arm before opening the door. I got out my bike and pushed it towards the path that led to the well. The cat decided to rest in my coat once again as I got on my bike and started to peddle.

I've always loved riding my bike. I don't actually know why though. Maybe I just love going fast, or I love the feel of the wind that made me feel like an explorer or something. Again, I don't know. But whenever I was bored, or felt unsure of something, I would just ride, and things seemed better? Is that weird? Oh well.

I eventually reached the well. It was dirty, and covered up as usual. Perfect.

I dropped my bike to the ground and sat on the stump that was next to the well. The sky was grey and miserable as always, but I didn't mind. The cat climbed out from my coat and lay down on my knees, falling asleep. I just smiled, letting him get on with it. It actually didn't seem like a bad idea though.

I held Cat before sliding from the old stump and onto the muddy floor. I rested my back against the remaining piece of the tree and leaned my head down on my shoulder. Cat was already comfy in my arms before I slowly nodded off into, what I thought was going to be, a peaceful sleep.

But then it started to rain.

I'm not sure how much time had passed before I woke up. But whatever the time I had to get home. I was, once again drenched, head to toe! Because Gramma wasn't mad at me enough!

Cat wasn't anywhere to be seen either. He must of run off as the rain started. Could of woken me up or something!

I quickly stood up on my feet and ran to my bike, trying to wipe the mud off my clothes as much as I could. Thankfully the rain made it easier then before.

I sat on my bike and rode all the way home, avoiding all the puddles on the way, even though they were so tempting. But I would be in enough trouble already! Still, it might be the last time I get to see them.

I couldn't help but sigh as I passed the trees in the forest and the rocks on the ground. All the little things I shall miss when my Gramma see's me covered in dirt once again. Perhaps in the next life I shall reunite with them, but for now it was time to say goodbye.

I finally made it back to my house, I didn't even bother to put my bike away, there was no need. I was probably never going to see it again anyway. I decided not to put it off this time. I was going to walk into that house and take my yelling/lectures/beatings/punishments and everything else Gramma was going to give me like a boss! Sides, when its over I could turn it into a rage comic.

So in I went. I walked into the house, dripping wet, and walked into the kitchen where my Gramma was standing.

She turned around and as soon as her eyes met me she started twitching from anger.

All I did though was sigh and accept it. "I'm sorry, I was outside, then I fell asleep and-"

"Where is the doll Wybourn?" Gramma cut me off.

For a moment I had no idea what she was talking about. "Say wha?"

Gramma edged closer, and with every step closer she got was a step further back I went, until I was actually against the wall. "The rag doll that used to belong to my sister when we were kids! Where is it?" she asked, slowly and harshly. Her eyes were literally burning into my head with a fiery glare. Sweat was falling from my forehead and my mouth was dried up. I gulped a few times, I didn't know what else to do. The woman may be old but she was scarey! Really, really Scarey!

I had only one option if I wanted to make it out alive, I had to tell her the truth.

"I-I uh... gave it to the new girl" I confessed, finished with an innocent smile.

I guess the smile didn't work as she the next thing I knew Gramma's hand swung at me and slapped me across the face!

I yelped as I staggered back and held my now red face. I just stared at her, completely in shock. "What was that for?" I asked desperately. I knew that she was angry, but I didn't think she was that angry!

Gramma grabbed my shoulders and started shaking me back and forth. "Don't you realize what you've done! That doll is evil! It's a monster! You've put that young girl's life in danger!" she yelled at me. She let me go with a slight push. All I could do was just stare at her though. "B-but it's just a d-doll-" I tried to reason, but Gramma didn't listen.

"Tomorrow you are going back to that house and you are getting me back that doll, do hear me?" she yelled once again, staring me down.

I didn't know what to say, so all I did was nod my head.

It seemed to be enough as Gramma softened up a bit, only slightly though. "Good. Now go to your room! Your grounded for the rest of the day!"

For the first time of my life, I was actually more then happy to go to my room as I made a mad dash up the stairs, just to get away from her before anymore damage was done.

Well, what had been a good day just went down the toilet, BIG TIME!

I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so ,so, so, so and a million more so sorry for not updating any of my Coraline fics sooner.

I have been so busy on my last year of School and so much has been happening that I never found time. And at one point I had even lost my Wybie obsession! It got replaced with Asterix the Gaul! But I got it back, yaay!

I still love Asterix though, I even started a fic for him :)

So yes, please forgive me and I love you and please review. Thank you xx