Coraline had always been a bit - as her parents say - ill-mannered. Not a brat, or downright cruel, (although, at times it may seem like it) but always carrying around her attitude and sharp tongue. The move from Michigan to Oregon only added resentment to the top of that list.

Still, there’s not much she can do but sulk, and sulk she will. She’ll use every opportunity to remind her parents of her boredom. The only slightly intriguing thing were the “dreams” she’s been having of her other mother and other father. If they even are dreams, that is.

To make matters worse, there was you; a girl roughly her age living nearby. Your insistence to annoy her every chance you got (at least, that’s what she interprets your erratic appearances as) further sours her already irritable mood.

You never seemed deterred by her harsh attitude, which only annoyed her more. In fact, you seemed almost oblivious of her irritation altogether. She brutally butchered your first name a couple times; it was purposeful, but that seemed to fly over your head.

However, as much as she despised your presence and everything about you, at least there was someone in this place she could talk to—aside from the crazy old people who lived in the Pink Palace. You were weird, sure, but then again, everything about Oregon has been weird thus far… not like she’d ever tell you that, though.

“We’re not friends,” she constantly reminds you, despite the fact that she sticks around anyway. That’s because there’s nothing better to do - or so she says. If she truly believed that, you think, she wouldn’t be complaining to you about her parents and their refusal to believe her right now.

“It’s stupid. They’re stupid. They never listen to me.” Coraline huffs, crossing her arms bitterly. She tosses small pebbles into the mud. “It’s so boring here. What do you even do all day?” She asked, furrowing her brows.