Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls
Dipper's POV
Mabel and I were opening our presents that we got from each other. It was in the evening and the party for our 13th birthday had ended earlier this afternoon. We were in our room in the mystery shack that we would have to clean out in the morning. Making it appear like we had never been there in the first place.
I ripped the colorful wrapping paper off of my present from Mabel for our birthday. I could tell by the same of the package and its hardness that it was a book. What book could Mabel had have gotten me?
It looked like it could be a journal or a diary from a look at the inside of it. I flipped through the pages as a title didn't catch my eye. It was filled with blank pages instead of printed text that a book would normally have inside of it. I was confused for a moment then I released what it was.
"You got me a journal! This is amazing! Thank you, Mabel! It's wonderful!" I exclaimed excitedly. I put it down and ran over across the room and hugged my twin.
I could record any strange things I would encounter. Well, it wouldn't be much use until next time we were in Gravity Falls since Piedmont is a pretty calm place. Not much strange stuff goes down there. Definitely boring compared to this summer.
"Bro! Your welcome but look at the cover of the journal. I think, well hope you'll like it." She told me excitedly.
I flipped the journal over and was shocked at what I saw was on the cover. It was amazing and would be impossible to explain to people back in California. It was the perfect cover.
"I wanted to give you your own journal now that Great Uncle Ford's journals are gone. You can put your our discoveries in there." Mabel explained the cover to me.
"I didn't know what number to put there. It could be one and be the start of your studies of the unknown, or it could be four with the continuation of Great Uncle Ford's research." Mabel explained the lack of the writing of a number.
I knew which one this journal was and I got up. I got a marker off of our desk and wrote the number one on the front of the journal that she had gotten me. This was my research and the cover showed that.
Now lay on my lap the perfect birthday present ever. It was a red journal with a gold pine tree with the number one written on it with empty pages that I could fill with the unknown.
I knew that I would use this. Perhaps not much until next summer when I might be able to come back but I would use this and it would not just lie restless on one of my bookcases. No, it would be used even if it had to wait a few months.