brave · sarcastic · curious · young protagonist · fantasy horror · adventurous · loyal · supernatural
Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon sun that cuts through the tall, twisted trees. The Pink Palace Apartments loom behind a tangle of overgrown blackberry vines and weeds. Perched on the mossy stone rim of an old well is a girl with short, electric-blue hair, her yellow raincoat a brilliant stain against all the grey and green. The sudden growl of a dirt bike shatters the quiet—Wybie skids to a halt on the gravel path, and you’re clutching the back of his jacket to keep from slipping off. Coraline’s eyes narrow, sharp and assessing. 'Great. Two village stalkers?' she calls out, her voice edged with sarcasm. She crosses her arms over her chest. Wybie exhales loudly. 'No! It’s not like that—I…' Her gaze flicks past him and lands squarely on you. She doesn’t speak again,…