34Coralines mother was shocked by the sudden out burst from her daughter. Even as small as Coraline was, she certainly had a voice. But the shock quickly passed, and anger rolled in, but, because she decided that she didn't want to fight, she just acted like it didn't happen. And, just went on.
"Yes. Now, pack up and start moving, you got till' ten." said her mother.
Coraline looked at the clock up on the wall. The clock read nine, so she hurried down the hall. Making sure to stomp her feet on the way, just to irritate her mother, and slammed her bedroom door.
Mothers POV
I watched as she walked, or rather ran out of the kitchen, stomping her feet, and slamming her door. I couldn't put my finger on her reaction. She loves her friend Wybie, and always wants to sleep over, of course I never let her. But, then, wouldn't she want to go? Id on't know. Lately she freaks me out, always changing.
I was snapped out of my thoughts we she she came back down stairs, her bag was packed, and her hair neat and straight. She looked nice, though her face didn't, I hated to see her sad. But I showed no emotion. Charlie just came in, and the car was all packed. I grabbed my own suitcase, and we all hurried out the door.
Coraline got into the car, slamming the door to show once again her anger. But didn't let I get to me. I kept a straight face and got into the car myself. I could tell this was going to be a long car ride, as Coraline started with her protest.
Wybies POV
I was both scared and nervous. On one hand, I might be able to win back Corqalines friendship, and to she might the crap out of me. But I hoped for the best. I straightened up my room, as Gran instructed, and kept an eye out for Coraline. Out of all the passing cars, none of them seemed to be hers, which added to my anticipation.
Finally, I saw it, her grey buggie pulling into the drive way. I rushed down the stairwell and almost ran over my grandmother. She was to slow. I could hear the footsteps, and opened the door to meet them. They all had smiles except for Coraline. She had on her death glare, ut seemed to pierce right through you.
This is going to be a long week.
i gonna have soooo much fun with the next chapter. oh, and old English sucks, and british humor. just saying.