I'm going a little bit of script so please forgive me, I'm trying my best
Your POV
"What do you mean uniform?!" Me and Coraline screamed at the same time, our mother glaring at us and rolling her eyes impatiently.
"I don't make the dress code, your new school requires uniform. What's so bad about-"
"Literally everything!" We shouted in unison, interrupting mother. She gave us a confused look
"How? School uniforms keep the focus on scholarship rather than anyone's appearance"
"Ew, you sound like a fucking head teacher" I replied, folding my arms and giving mom a disgusted expression
"It's not like uniforms actually prevent bullying and shit" Coraline added, I nodded in agreement
"Both of you, language! Ugh, can you two see I'm busy? I don't have time." She finished, going back to her catalog. Her fingers tapping away once more. Coraline and I sighed and decided to head to dad's study.
"Yo"
"Hey dad, how's the catalog going?" Coraline asked, waiting for an answer from the man. He didn't as he was too engrossed in his work, typing away and not realising that we were standing there.
"Dad." She repeated herself more impatiently, this managed to get his attention. He looked at us in the reflection of the computer
"Hello Coraline, hello (Y/N). And.. Coraline and (Y/N) doll?" He turned around in his swivel chair, noticing the dolls in our hands. His eyes were exhausted, dark eye bags made his face droop. He turned around and continued working.
"Do you know where the garden tools are?" I asked him
"It's.. it's pouring out there, isn't it?"
"It's just raining" Coraline clarified with a small shrug
"What'd the boss say?"
"Don't even think about going outside Coraline and (Y/N) Jones!" I giggled at Coraline's impression, dad replied with a small grin, also slightly amused
"Then you won't be needing the tools" Coraline and I groaned at this. As great minds think alike, me and Coraline grinned at eachother mischievously. I grabbed a door handle and she grabbed the handle within the hallway, swinging eachother back and forth. Making the door creek and groan. Dad sighed painfully and turned to us
"You know, this house is 150 years old." He began
"So?"
"So explore it! Go out and count all the doors and windows and write that down or list everything that's blue- Just let me work!" He pleaded, giving us a tired look before turning back round to the computer. We sighed and left, both feeling a bit pissed.
Time skip
So that's what we did, we counted everything. We also wacked the shit out of some bugs in the shower, so that was fun. Oh, and pressed a button that turned off dad's computer!
"One boring blue boy in a painfully boring painting" Coraline whispered
"Four incredibly boring windows.. and no more doors" I finished, glancing over my notes while reaching out for my doll. Yet it was nowhere to be seen.
"Uh, Cory, have you seen my doll?"
"You lost yours as well?" She asked, confused as I was. She ducked onto the floor and searched under the sofa
"All right, little me, where are you hiding?" She questioned, only to find it laying behind a tall empty cardboard box.
"Have you seen mine?" I asked her
"No, but I have found something.." she replied, pushing over the box to reveal the tiniest door I had ever seen. We stared at it, puzzled at its abnormal size.
"Hey mom, where does this door go?" I called to her from the living room
"I'm really, really busy!"
"I think it's locked." Coraline joined, hoping to get some kind of answer. Silence.
"Pleeaassee!"
"Uuggh!* Mother growled, standing up rapidly and stomping over to us with crossed arms.
"Will you two stop pestering me if I do this for you?" We nodded vigorously and she huffed.
"Fine." Leaving to get the key and a knife to cut the wallpaper covering the door. After a minute or so she returned, with my doll in hand.
"Oh, (Y/N), I found your doll in the key drawer. Thought you might want it" how did it get there?! I thanked her before she began to cut the wallpaper, outlining the edges of the tiny door. My anticipation grew by the second, gazing in curiosity to see what was behind the door. And there it was, wide open.
"What the f-"
"Bricks? I don't get it!" Coraline exclaimed, feeling as blue-balled as I did.
"They must've closed this off when they divided up the house" Mom suggested, yet that didn't excuse our annoyance nor our questions.
"For real? And why is the door so small?" I asked
"We made a deal, zip it!" Was all mother said as she stormed off. We sat in silence, staring at the door with so many questions on our minds. But seriously, how did my doll get in the drawer?
Wybie's POV
Ugh, why has she been on my mind all of the time lately? I can't like her, we only met like two days ago! She's just a friend, that's all. But, why do I feel this way? My stomach's all fuzzy and my chest is hot, like I'm excited but bittersweet about her. I need some water.
I sighed and tried to take my mind off her, walking to the kitchen and grabbing a cold, refreshing bottle of water. Grandma was watching TV, like usual. I stared at her for a few seconds, gathering the courage to talk to her about an.. embarrassing topic.
"H-hey, Gramma? Can I talk to you about something?"
"Of course baby, what's the matter?"
"W-well, there's this girl, a-and I feel.. you know.." I muttered, scratching my arm nervously and avoiding Grandma's eyes. I heard her smile in her voice
"You're growing up fast, Wyborn. Soon enough I'll see you get married!" She joked, her soft smile never faltering.
"What's her name?" She asked, sipping on her cup of tea
"(Y/N).. (Y/N) Jones.."
