The Choice
Dipper's P.O.V
It was a beautiful summer's morning, the air was fresh, the birds were chirping and the sun was shining bright, perfect for an adventure.
I go down the stairs to see my sister making pancakes for breakfast. "Hey Mabel" "Hey Dipping Sauce, you're up late". I look to my right to see she was right, it was 8:37. "Haha yea I stayed up late last night reading" I replied. I look over at the stove to see the pancakes starting to burn, but Mabel was to distracted playing with waddles to notice.
"Um Mabel your pancakes are starting to burn" I told her. She looked over to see I was right. 'Oh no! now there ruined!" she complained. "Its ok, I can make them, so you can play with Waddles" I offered. "Really? Thanks Dip" she said but as she swung around to face me her arm hit the pan and her sweater lit on fire. "AHHH DIPPER HELP!" she was swinging around so much that in the blink of an eye the curtain was on fire.
"Mabel we have to get out of here!" I screamed over to her, but I could no longer see her, there was too much smoke in the air. The air was beginning to get sticky and stuffy so I started to find the door and get out. Once I was outside I noticed that Uncle Stan had already made it out, but where was Mabel?
I looked back at the shack and heard Mabel screaming. "I HAVE TO GO BACK IN" I screamed to Uncle Stan, but as I started running in I felt a strong tug on my shirt. I looked back to see Uncle Stan with a worried look on his face. "No way kid it's too dangerous" "But, but" I started to say but I was cut short. "no buts kid, the fire brigade are on their way, they'll get her out" I put my trust in Stan and hoped she would to make it out, alive.