Chapter 1 – An introduction of some kind

Ah, yes.

The grand and superb Northwest's family annual high-society shindig ball-soirée. Such a beautiful event. Everything had been made perfect for this unique occasion. Many commoners of this modest town have spent hours dreaming about sharing such an overwhelming fanciness for as much as a split-second with these gods of modern society.

Actually, most of the pre-teen aged girls have charred an intimate hug with their television screen with the hope of creating, by the contact of their cheek with the Northwest's daughter's recorded pictures, some sort of magical exchange of lifestyles.

Because this over-makuped 12 year-old blond was probably one of the richest girls in all of Oregon, and one of the luckiest, for that matter. She was going to be one of the hosts of this magnificent party, get to meet all the rich people, all the out-of-league boys, drink all their fancy wine, eat all their fancy food in her fancy silverware with fancy fancy people.

Puh. Just because she happens to be the natural child of the richest family in town.

What a rip-off.

Yet, this girl, so rich she would be able to whip her valuable tears with 100$ bills, was feeling down as this grand party. The visible proof of this last statement was how interestingly sad she seemed to find her shoes. Now, to be fair, there might have been a good numbers of reasons of why her 12-year-old sized high heels would make her cry. First off, an army of previously unwelcomed commoners had just barged in and was completely wrecking the fancy party. But that wasn't why she was crying. It wasn't either because she had just ashamed (or honored, depending on the point of view) her family name by opening the door to the mansion and allowing all these people to joyously destroy her house. Nor because these joyous people were jumping in their cider fountain and scratching their backs with the family's silver forks.

No, what was making this famous and glamour girl feel so bad was how this incredible mess – which she was actually enjoying, surprisingly – was probably never going to occur again. Her family would make sure of that. And the boy, who had tried so hard to cheer her up, eyeing her at this very moment with concern, couldn't change anything about it.

That, was why she was sadly looking at her feet.

An uncomfortable silence had fallen between her and her guest, who was simultaneously the boy who had partially saved and destroyed the event. She had just told him how she knew this wouldn't last. But a half-smile crept upon his face.

"Hey, guess what we're standing on."

Suddenly, she realized something she hadn't noticed about her feet, to busy feeling depressed about the fate of this world.

They were muddy. No wait. They were muddy AND they were ruining a certain carpet that happened to be her parent's favorite pattern. She smiled devilishly.
Feeling like she was getting revenge for her family's unethical behavior, she squashed the smelly mixture upon the carpet as if it were they stupid face while her accomplice purposely made a platter of drink splatter on the floor with an apologetic "Whoops!".

They both laughed at their rudimentary twelve-year-old sense of humor before Pacifica, feeling like she had acknowledged her need for revenge and was starting to fear the wrath of her parents, announced she needed to get someone to clean it up.

Later that night, as she was waving goodbye to both the boy and her hyperactive twin sister, she happened to think that she had just spent one of the best evenings of her life (even though it had been a threat to her life at some point). Nevertheless, she was now starting to think that the Pines family – even though they were obviously to affiliated with the other commoners that crawl the streets of this town to actually be her friends – was, well… Maybe… Not so bad. I mean, when you put aside their shameful lack of money, that is.

"Pacifica my dear!" resonated with anger an adult male voice.
Ah, now was the time for her sentence, she though with a sigh. Oh well. Might as well get it over with.

"How DARE you let in those…! Those…!

- Hum, people…?" she tried, hesitant,

- They nearly KILLED us!" He went on, refusing to acknowledge them as human beings. "Lack of manners, money and/or of basic refinement classes is the beginning of decadence in our society! And rubbing elbows with these creatures might infect us with it!

- I agree with you father, honey." Confirmed her mother as she invited herself in the conversation, ignoring a quail that seemed to have elected her disemboweled hair as a new nest. "You have disgraced our family name. Why did you…? You know."

- Hum…" She tried again, "Save everyone's life…?

- Yes… Why not. Let's call it that. Anyway, it was wrong. And I hope you learned your lesson, missy! And I am sorry for doing this, but you need proper punishment. No credit card for a week!

- Wait, what?" Pacifica panicked, "But…! But mom…!

- Listen to your mother, Pacifica." Replied her father with a tone indicating the end of the conversation. "We must make it clear to you that a Northwest cannot go on doing whatever it wants, especially during social events. We are not...! You know... People! Now go put yourself to bed, we have a lot of cleaning to do tomorrow."

Pacifica groaned. Letting all the town's people in might not have been such a good idea after all, considering the mess they left behind. Cleaning up? Yuk! She had to watch the servants do it! and it was absolutely exhausting. She had to actually stand up, give directions and tell them to hurry up. Ugh! There better be icy tropical juice or Jesus Christ she wouldn't survive!
Letting out a heavy sigh, she started towards the stairs when her father shot a sharp glare at her as if he had suddenly remembered about a squashed insect decorating his impeccable car.

"By the way, dear.

- Yes, father?"

He squinted his eyes, as if trying to sound more professional about his inquiry.

"That boy lacking proper clothes with a hygiene problem, what's-his-name…

- Oh, you mean Dipper?" She finished with a smile, happily reminding herself of the nerdy boy.

"Yes, yes," he waved away with a roll of his eyes as if wondering why bother giving a name to someone with so little money. "I saw you pretend to get along with him – well played, well played. I just hope you didn't make him believe he was, you know… Invited to come back, in any way, or that you had any intentions of losing your time hanging out, or whatever young people call it these days. I mean, it's not like you appreciate him, or anything, right?

- Are you kidding me?" She laughed it off a bit to nervously, "Of course not! I mean, he is kind of sweet and cool to be around and stuff (for someone so unused to tuxedos that he started having an allergy), but I mean come on – can you seriously imagine me lying awake at night thinking about a guy like him?"

That night.

"…"

"Somehow, I do seem to find the irony in this."