Wybies POV
She just walked right passed me, while keeping her death glare on me. I stayed with my grandmother and said hello to them, I could hear drop her bag on th floor, and step into the kitchen. Unlike Coraline, her parents had a smile on, and were in good spirits.
Coraline looked awful, like she hadn't slept in days. Sh had bags under her eyes, and the ooked in them was as if she was in a daze. Like everything she did was a dream. I just hope she's ok, maybe it's something I did?
Coralines POV
I wasn't happy at all, I felt dead, and I just want to kill myself. I gave him my best death glare that I could muster, and kept my poker face. Maybe if I ignore him, he won't bother me. One can only hope. I just walked passed him and kept staring.
His grandmothers house seemed so vintage. Sorta, like it was from the 1800s' or something. The floors creaked as I walked down the hallway, and I put my bag on the chair as I passed it. I decided to go explore. I kept walking down the hallway till' I came across the kitchen entrance. It wasn't as different as my own, only that the colors were different.
It was all a bright cheery yellow, with dark blue accents. It hurt my eyes at how bright it was, I hope the rest of the house isn't like this. Especially my room. I kept going and went into the living room, thankfully, it wasn't like the kitchen. It went back to more like a dusty 1800s'. I just sat on the couch and stared out the window. Watching the birds and the trees.
I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. I turned to expect either my mother and father or Wybies grandmother. I was wrong. It was Wybie, he came and sat down next to me. I was surprised that he did, I thought that he would be to chicken. " What do you want?"
Srry about the short chapter, it was basically a filler, but the next one will be better.