Sarah
"Gravity Falls" fanfic
Sarah's POV
I was created by a man named Stanford Pines. I was created, the day after Stan opened the portal to a new found power. He created me to protect his niece and nephew. I have all of their best qualities. Not to mention their good looks. He used his power to sculpt me of magic, spells, and potions. Even without having met Dipper and Mabel I feel like I'm their sister. I love them. And I'm meant to protect them from all harm even if it means giving my own life. Today is the day I will meet my new family. It is April 18, 2014. Today is Dipper and Mabel's fifteenth birthday.
Dipper's POV
"Mabel! Grunkle Stan wants us downstairs now; he wants to give us something!" I yelled up to my sister who was of course taking forever to decide what sweater she wanted to wear for this birthday. We're fifteen now but she still takes at least an hour getting dressed.
"I'm coming Dipping sauce! You should be happier, it's our birthday!" She yelled, running down from the attic wearing a neon pink sweater with a sparkly cake on it. I was surprised she found a sweater that had a cake with a number fifteen candle on top. She smiled and her braces showed. Yes, that's right. Mabel still wears braces. I waited until she jumped the last step and we walked into the kitchen to look for Stan. Mabel looked at my clothes as if they weren't enough for the celebratory mood.
"What are you wearing?" She asked me, and frowned. I looked down at my navy vest, orange shirt and shorts. I pulled out a bow tie from my vest pocket and slipped it on around my neck.
"Is that better?" I asked her. She took my cap off, messed up my hair, and then put my cap back on backwards. I frowned at her.
"Why'd you do that?" I asked her. She narrowed her eyes and smiled mischievously.
"Wendy's coming to our party later of course!" She yelled in my face and I put my hand over her mouth, praying to myself that Wendy wasn't there yet. She licked my hand and I pulled away disgustedly, rubbing my hand against my vest.
"Ew, Mabel why do you still do that?" I asked her. She frowned.
"I swear, it's like you turned into Mr. Grumpy once we turned fifteen this morning! Just yesterday we were playing attic mini golf and you were actually smiling," She said. She sat on the chair by the window and looked out. I felt bad instantly.
"I'm sorry Mabel I just have a bad feeling about today. It's like I can feel the ominous in the air," I confided in my sister. I didn't know what it was but something felt different when I woke up today. Mabel turned around and we shared a hug before going into the living room where Stan was waiting. He was smiling widely, and for a second I thought he stole our gift. He's always happy getting something for free. I didn't see any boxes or cards anywhere and was confused. I looked at Mabel and saw her eyes scanning the room for gifts.
"Happy fifteenth birthday kids," Stan said and he motioned us in to a hug. We hugged him and then backed up expectantly, waiting for our gift.
"Guys, I wanted to tell you. I'm not going to be here as often because of uh, 'business opportunities', so I got you a 'nanny'. Sarah, come on out!" Stan announced, pointing to the door into the shop. The door opened and a tall, skinny girl who looked a lot like Mabel, stepped into the room. She had bright green eyes and chocolate brown hair that was fashioned in a messy braid. Her hair was tucked back under my cap, well not my cap, but a pine-tree cap the same color as mine. She wore a shooting-star sweater, just like the one Mabel has, a black skirt, and black flats. She was amazingly pretty. I tried not to stare at our new nanny, but I found that hard when she looked like an older version of Mabel that tried on my cap once and left it there. I realized I had just, by default, called Mabel 'amazingly pretty' seeing as our nanny looked just like her, and a chill ran down my spine. I threw up a bit in my mind and then tried to forget that. She smiled and I noticed that she didn't have braces like Mabel. Although, I didn't know what I was expecting, I mean it isn't like she's related to us. As soon as I got over the fact that she looks like she could be my older sister, Stan's words registered in my mind. He had gotten us a nanny. That meant he was leaving, for more than a little amount of time. Now I was angry, not at Sarah but at Stan. I knew there was a reason I didn't feel quite right this morning. Now I know why. I looked over at Mabel and she looked floored. I mean, she was the most surprised I'd ever seen her.
"You, you look like me?" Mabel said, stuttering in surprise. She looked both overjoyed and terrified.
"I guess I do," Sarah said, and her voice had so much grace. I guessed she wasn't from here, since her English was extremely fluent. Maybe from the Carolinas or Maine. Somewhere that had lots of class.
"How old are you?" I found myself asking.
"I'm nineteen." She replied, and again I was wondering where she was from. She looked from my cap to Mabel's sweater and smiled.
"I guess we already know each other pretty well," She said. Stan had a huge smile across his face and I was ready to ask why he was leaving, but I didn't want Sarah to hear.
"Grunkle Stan, can I talk to you in the kitchen?" I asked and Stan grumbled but followed me out of the room. I could hear Mabel and Sarah talking to each other and asking a bunch of questions. We got to the kitchen and I sat on the chair by the window that Mabel had sat in earlier. Stan sat across from me at the table.
"Don't tell me you hate her," Stand said. His wide smile from earlier had disappeared.
"It's not that I don't like her, but you're leaving on our birthday? Is business that important to you? Mabel might be happy now but once she realizes what you're doing she'll be crushed. I won't let that happen." I told him. I remembered how happy Mabel was today, and how it wouldn't be long before today became the worst day ever for her.
"Sorry Dipper. But the truth is, you have to be more independent. You need to realize you don't need me anymore. I already talked to your parents about it and their fine," Stan told me, getting up and leaving the room. When I got to the living room Mabel was hugging Stan while crying. She probably didn't expect him to leave immediately. Mabel turned when I came in and wiped one eye. I rushed over to her and hugged her. I didn't want her going into sweater town. Apparently Stan already had his briefcase packed, because he pulled it out from behind his favorite chair. Mabel and I stood with Sarah and watched Stan walk out the front door. I have to admit I let out a few tears, but I had to be strong for Mabel. So overall our fifteenth birthday was a mess. Hopefully tomorrow will be better for Mabel and me.