ᴍᴇᴛᴇᴏʀ sʜᴏᴡᴇʀ - 𝐜.𝐣 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

meteor shower

[a/n: movie version! also, just pretend part of the roof is flat.]

key:

(y/n) - your name

(l/n) - last name

(e/c) - eye color

(h/t) - home town

(s/c) - skin color

"Mooom," Coraline groaned. "I'm bored."

Just a little after a year after she had discovered the little door in the wall, Coraline remained difficult to satisfy—even though her disinterest in her life had caused her to fall into the malicious, bony hands of the Beldam—but that didn't mean that she was as unhappy as before the events of the Other World.

Adventure was the one thing in life Coraline couldn't live without. She thrived off of it. Everywhere she went, she searched for excitement in every corner, alley, and crack between the creaky, wooden floors. When she'd go out exploring in the woods, she'd check inside every rotting log, every bird's nest—that she could reach, of course—and underneath every patch of moss.

So any person with common sense could understand Coraline's frustration when she was trapped inside the house.

On a rainy day.

In the middle of summer.

In response to Coraline's complaining, Mel only grunted.

"Can't I just go outside?" Coraline asked. She already knew what the answer would be, but it was worth a shot.

Mel sighed. "It's pouring buckets out there, Coraline, and you know how I feel about mud."

"Well, I have nothing else to do," Coraline protested.

Mel glanced at her daughter briefly before going back to typing. "Read a book."

"I don't want to read a book." Coraline scowled at her mother, who currently was purposely ignoring her glares. She turned back to the window above the sink, her head resting in her hands. Coraline grumbled more quietly, "Besides, I've read them all."

"Draw," Mel suggested apathetically.

"All of my markers are dried up."

"Solve a puzzle."

"But that's boring!"

"Well, if you having nothing else to do besides bother me non-stop, then I suggest you go to your room and find something to do yourself!" Mel snapped, her voice crescendoing.

Normally, Coraline would spit a snarky response back, but today she just wasn't feeling it. And without another word, she marched out of the kitchen and up to her bedroom. Pleasantly surprised, Mel continued to type.

━━━━

Coraline stared at the rain pattering against the glass of her window with a dead fish stare. She sighed heavily.

"It's not even raining that hard," Coraline grumbled. Just then, the rain harshly intensified; it sounded as if firecrackers were going off against her window. Coraline sighed once more, defeated, and slid down one of the bay windows. She huffed, then picked at her blue nail polish.

The tired groan of a vehicle's engine came from outside. Coraline perked up. She sat up on her knees, pressing her hands against the cool window.

It was a faded yellow taxi. Coraline watched the car as it poorly drove up the dirt road, hastily making it into the driveway. Mud flew into the air as gravel crunched beneath the wheels. The engine continued to whine until the cab's driver turned the key, allowing it to take a quick rest; the windshield wipers ceased to wave and the headlights shut off.