Chapter 2: What's this?
Coraline ran downstairs as she heard her mother's voice beckoning her down the stairs.
"Some boy? What boy? Better not be that… Wybie." She thought to herself with a quite dramatic roll of her eyes.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs she hopped off the last step, the floor groaning in protest causing her to cringe, this is why she hated old houses. She wanted to jump and explore all the nooks and crannies, but had an underlying fear that she would fall through the floor. Coraline shook her head to clear her mind once she realized she'd been dawdling. Just as she figured Mel was awaiting her with one hand on her hip and the other was outstretched towards Coraline, holding an oddly shape packaged wrapped in newspaper. Her facial expression was one of sheer annoyance and frustration.
"Coraline. I am trying to edit this catalogue. Some boy brought this… thing for you and interrupted my work!" She snarled in Coraline's direction.
Coraline hesitantly reached out and took the package from her mother. Mel's hand that had been holding the package returned to her hip and she let out an irritated sigh.
"Well? Are you going to open it or what?"
Coraline gave her mother a small roll of her eyes which Mel saw, but given the current situation, she chose to ignore. Mel watched closely as Coraline's small fingers hesitantly unwrapped the package, half nervous that it was going to be some sort of dead rat. Mel felt the chill return up her spine like it had when they first arrived. Why did it feel like something bad was going to happen? She was shaken out of her thoughts as Coraline let out a small squeak of surprise and held in her hand a doll that looked exactly like her.
"This is almost as weird as the little door mom! Look it has button eyes too!" Coraline shrieked happily.
Mel rolled her eyes. Her daughter had an imagination that's for sure. The mention of the cold black buttons brought her back to her almost trance like lost in thought state. Again she was brought out of it when Coraline let out a sassy and quite annoyed snort.
"Heh, I am WAY too old for dolls." Coraline sneered as she walked away with the doll tucked under her arm.
Mel shook her head. Coraline was turning out to be so similar to her in personality, especially at this age. She sighed softly, her mind drifting back to when she was young and she had spunk just like her daughter… Not blue haired spunk mind you, but she loved adventure. Briefly she seemed to get a flashback of holding a doll similar to the one that Coraline just received.
"Oh Mel, these pain pills are making you lose it girl. I think it is time for a break." She laughed to herself nervously, placing her hand to her neck brace to adjust it before going to sit in the recliner.
Soon she found herself drifting off to sleep rather quickly. Her dreams were filled with dolls, cats and oddly enough… Mud.