Just a few things you should know:
1) This is one of those 100-prompt things, and for my personal pleasure, and to just get writing again. I will try to post each day, but I am making no promises.
2) The Coraline oneshots will be based from the movie's perspective, not the book, simply b/c the movie has more plotholes =) (not offense, Selick...)
3) This will not have any romance between Wybie & Coraline. Call their "moments" what you like, but there will be none of this BF/GF stuff.
4) If you happen to be one of the Avatar fans that I usually write stories for, I'm sorry but this is not Avatar. =/
5) I don't own Coraline.

Beginnings.

Coraline scowled as she saw her favorite items being taken down the stairs of their apartment. She groaned at the movers as they loaded her stuff up on the giant rail. And she even cursed a little as she saw them carelessly shove her most prized possessions in the back of the large, orange moving van.

Fortunately, her mother either didn't hear or didn't care.

Her best friends were out of the way of the movers, on the rail of the second story of the apartments. They watched the hustle and bustle with Coraline, whose mouth was a thin line of disappointment and annoyance and utter disdain. She couldn't turn to face them, and instead glared at her mother, father, and any one of the poor movers who happened to look up at her small form. But despite her ugly mood, her friends stayed right next to her the whole time, just as she hoped they would.

Finally, it came time to say goodbye. She couldn't face them, for she knew she might cry; Coraline put her arms around her two friends, one on either side of her. Bringing their heads close to hers, she whispered in a small voice, "Are you coming this summer?"

The tall, thin boy smirked, his body bending down to her size. "'Course, Coraline. We're still the Three Trolls, aren't we?"

She looked over at his cramped form, his neck pulled down under her arm, before replying, "Hurry up and shrink, so I don't have to look up at you anymore." He chuckled.

"We'll miss you," said the girl.

Coraline nodded her head, and gave a fragment of a smile.

"Coraline!" The sharp tenor of her mother's voice rang out, unaware of having interrupted the three. "It's time to go!"

The blue-haired girl rolled her eyes and sighed deeply. With heavy hearts, they gave each other one last tight squeeze, and let go. They knew Coraline was not fond of physical signs of affection like hugs and kisses, so they made no extra attempt.

She walked down the stairs towards her expectant mother, who, when she realized her daughter was indeed complying, got into the driver's seat. Coraline opened the backseat door, and in one simple motion she sat down and slammed it shut.

Her mother turned around to look at her briefly, but after seeing the upset look on her daughter's face as she buckled up, decided not to say anything. She revved up the car, and in seconds they were moving out of the parking lot.

Turning around in her seat to look back through the window, Coraline saw her friends waving madly at her, still up on the second story railing. Coraline gave two small waves of her hand, smiled in a despairing way, and shifted back down into her seat.

"Or-ye-gan, here we come!" Said her father hopefully, but Coraline placed her elbow on the side of the car, propped her chin up with her hand, and said nothing. She missed her old home in Pontiac already, and as old familiar hangouts passed before her eyes, she did not wish to talk about beginning a new home, new friends, new life in Ashland, Oregon.

But she refused to look back either. She might've cried.