Coraline's father had insisted on making a recipe for dinner. Again. She didn't know what had gotten into him lately. She was eating a meat pie and chips that she'd heated in the microwave.

"Coraline," her mother said. "We've decided to send you to boarding school for the next term."

"It will be good for you," her father added. "And the school is much better than the one in town."

( I'm not sure I want to go to boarding school. )