Oh my twitchy witchy girl, I think you are so nice...
Throughout Coraline's short life she had always been underestimated or overlooked. The Other Mother had thought it would be easy to sew buttons on her eyes, to kill her and to keep her forever. The Other Father had thought she wouldn't hurt him to escape. The Other Mister Bobo thought she could be seduced by the idea of being able to do anything she wanted. Even her own busy parents, Mel and Charlie, overlooked her at times. But she defied all their expectations.
Today was a classic example of what Coraline Jones could do when she put her mind to it. She may have only been twelve years old but she certainly knew how to plan things and plan things far in advance. For weeks now, the explorer on her explorations of the island had been collecting seeds and shoots and cuttings from the island just like how her parents had taught her. She'd kept them carefully labeled in little paper sachets that she'd made from really boring books and she'd kept them safe ready to be planted on her birthday.
Coraline Jones wanted nothing more than a garden that she could play in, that she could grow things in and finally she was going to get one (no matter if her Spy father-Adam not Charlie, Charlie was boring and a bit embarassing where as Adam was just cool-liked it or not.) Patting The Cat, an ill tempered black haughty almost feral looking thing, Coraline brought the seeds outside to where everyone could take them and enjoy themselves.
Finally the plants and flowers and seeds were ready to be planted. There was plenty of fresh juices and food thanks to her betrothed Bill Weasley and her friends Polly and Bridge and Elizabeth (Coraline in particular loved the mango biscuits-cookies-biscuits!) There was promised entertainment in many forms. And Coraline had made Robin coloured party bags (which included a handmade soft oddlooking toy or a small model, a book from the bookshelf, a t-shirt from the clothesbox, sweets, cake and a thank you note) for the children. She'd even made a special black one for Wednesday.
She had also thanks to Dean, who despite hunting ghosts was now her favourite person on the whole island, received a birthday loan of mammoth proportions. He'd gotten her a BOUNCY CASTLE. Coraline might have been twelve but she still loved bouncy castles and slides and other kid things. Coraline in exchange had made Dean his own party bag as a special thanks.
Wearing a pretty and flouncy pale pink dress over her white shorts, Coraline looked very pretty and very pink (having so far managed to succesfully evade sun cream from any and all adults that came near her.) Looking at the plants and then at the bouncy castle Coraline stood there quietly whilst she made her decision. Smiling, Coraline kicked off her white wellington boots and ran screaming for the bouncy castle. Throwing herself on the castle she let let out a girlish scream and jumped happily, throwing herself back and forth across it doing somersaults and leaps and cartwheels.
[[Happy 12th Birthday Coraline Jones! Miss Coraline invites you ALL to her birthday-planting-fun party! Timed WAY BEFORE the dance recital. Tag one, tag each other and have a good time!]]
Today was a classic example of what Coraline Jones could do when she put her mind to it. She may have only been twelve years old but she certainly knew how to plan things and plan things far in advance. For weeks now, the explorer on her explorations of the island had been collecting seeds and shoots and cuttings from the island just like how her parents had taught her. She'd kept them carefully labeled in little paper sachets that she'd made from really boring books and she'd kept them safe ready to be planted on her birthday.
Coraline Jones wanted nothing more than a garden that she could play in, that she could grow things in and finally she was going to get one (no matter if her Spy father-Adam not Charlie, Charlie was boring and a bit embarassing where as Adam was just cool-liked it or not.) Patting The Cat, an ill tempered black haughty almost feral looking thing, Coraline brought the seeds outside to where everyone could take them and enjoy themselves.
Finally the plants and flowers and seeds were ready to be planted. There was plenty of fresh juices and food thanks to her betrothed Bill Weasley and her friends Polly and Bridge and Elizabeth (Coraline in particular loved the mango biscuits-cookies-biscuits!) There was promised entertainment in many forms. And Coraline had made Robin coloured party bags (which included a handmade soft oddlooking toy or a small model, a book from the bookshelf, a t-shirt from the clothesbox, sweets, cake and a thank you note) for the children. She'd even made a special black one for Wednesday.
She had also thanks to Dean, who despite hunting ghosts was now her favourite person on the whole island, received a birthday loan of mammoth proportions. He'd gotten her a BOUNCY CASTLE. Coraline might have been twelve but she still loved bouncy castles and slides and other kid things. Coraline in exchange had made Dean his own party bag as a special thanks.
Wearing a pretty and flouncy pale pink dress over her white shorts, Coraline looked very pretty and very pink (having so far managed to succesfully evade sun cream from any and all adults that came near her.) Looking at the plants and then at the bouncy castle Coraline stood there quietly whilst she made her decision. Smiling, Coraline kicked off her white wellington boots and ran screaming for the bouncy castle. Throwing herself on the castle she let let out a girlish scream and jumped happily, throwing herself back and forth across it doing somersaults and leaps and cartwheels.
[[Happy 12th Birthday Coraline Jones! Miss Coraline invites you ALL to her birthday-planting-fun party! Timed WAY BEFORE the dance recital. Tag one, tag each other and have a good time!]]