Hello dear readers, thanks for checking out my story :). Well enough of my yapping and on to the fanfic,

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Gravity Falls or any of it's characters.

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I sighed dramatically, my hands and back pressed against the door behind me. I looked at the stuffy room my twin sister and I shared temporarily for the summer. I was wondering then why my life - no, my summer- had to be ruined. What did I do to deserve this?, I thought out of irritation.

My shoulders slumped, my eyes half lidded from laze, my curly brown hair probably sticking out in many directions.

I dragged myself across the room and fell face flat into my fluffy-cloud-like pillow. I laid there thinking about the events that had caused my stressed and downward mood, back to three hours ago when my gruncle Stan decided he wanted me to be a 'normal kid'.

~a few hours earlier~

My brown orbs moved as they scanned the wrinkled & old-with-a-yellow-tint pages that filled the brown leather book on my lap -a golden, six fingered, hand printed on the cover- in great fascination at the context I read.

As always, the journal proved to be the most interesting thing this summer had introduced to me. I loved a good mystery book, better yet, solving the mystery myself; solving the mysteries of gravity falls. And of course, discovering new things, with friends.

"Yeesh, reading that thing again?" Asked an all too familiar grumpy voice. I tilted my face, slightly, upwards, to face the shabby old Stan. I smiled despite his tone of voice when referring to the journal his brother wrote.

"Yup, it's basically like the only fun thing to do around here in this town; solving mysteries, discovering cool things that shouldn't even exist! Which are actually real unlike those obviously fake creatures you display in the shack(no offense)." I said seriously.

Stan chuckled, "None taken, all that matters is that those 'fake creatures' bring in some dough." He said rubbing his right thumb and index.

I rolled my eyes before we both burst into a fit of chuckles.

BAM!

I turned my position on the couch to look at the brunette with splinters sticking out on her face, hair, and hands -not to mention the be-dazzling gun in her left hand- who just came through the doorway.

I squinted my eyes at the bright sunlight showering in from the doorway.

She placed her hand on the door knob behind her and closed the door behind her. She began making her way to the two of us who were in the living room, the loud squeaky noises coming from her light blue sneakers with white untied shoelaces causing my eyebrow to twitch.

A bright smile was plastered across her face. She wiped the beads of sweat shining on her forehead with the back of her right hand.

"What the heck happened to you kiddo?" Stan said looking down at Mabel's turquoise sweater -the words 'To cool for school' with a yellow dog, sunglasses on his eyes, tongue lolling out, printed on it- and white skirt with dirt stains slashing all over it.

"I was busy giving a makeover to the fellow trees of the forest, they really need some sequences to brighten up their day!" She exclaimed in her usual hyper tone of voice. "After I began giving each and everyone a hug as a 'you're welcome' to them I ended up covered with their piercing splinter kisses."

She had her hands on her hips (sequence gun still in hand) and a face expression so happy, as if she had cured some sort of disease or accomplished bringing world peace .

I pinched the bridge of my nose, "Mabel, we are not kids anymore, you are fifteen and you're still giving trees makeovers?"

A hurt expression crossed her face, I knew then I made a huge mistake. Oh great, here it comes-

"You're not one to talk! You're still the same nerdy boy who keeps his nose stuck in between some mystery book we solved ages ago! You barely make any friends or do anything that doesn't involve that stupid mystery book." She spat the last part with a pointed finger shaking at the worn out book still placed on my lap.

I bit my lip slightly, she was right, I hadn't made any friends, I only had the ones I've had since the last three summers. I had also had my growth spurt, I was now as tall as Wendy, the flame haired girl I used to have a crush on when I was twelve. Sigh, memories.

Okay, now back to the present.

I glared at my sister, ever since we had 'grown up' (not really, just in height) she had become more moody.

"Hey hey kids!" Stan spread his arms, hands stopping my sister and I from going at each other. I looked at Stan happily, Stan may do things for his own benefit most times but sometimes he can be a help. Well that's what I thought.

"If you're gonna go at it let me get my camera first, I can make money out of this!" He said running away and up the stairs to go get the camera.

A pregnant silence entered the room. The tension in the air was so thick I could almost feel it.

CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH

I look away from Mabel's piercing glare and find the man with a greenish shirt with a question mark printed on it, munching loudly on a bag of popcorn, standing by the doorway, right next to the flame haired girl with a green checkered shirt reaching for the bag as well.

I sigh then look at the direction of the stairs where Stan is thumping his way down, camera in hand.

I look back at Mabel who now has a neutral expression masking her face.

Yadi Yadi yada... a few more arguing words later, bam! My gruncle took Mabel's side

"Dipper, your sister's right, you do spend too much time on that nerdy journal." He says rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 'And you spend to much time...' I inwardly began cussing. I mean, who is he to talk? He spends it inside watching that dutchess show wearing nothing but his striped boxers and dirty white undershirt, and slippers!

"Why not do something normal like um... play with Waddles, go to the gym (you really need to), or heck, even dress up in a wolf costume and earn your ol' gruncle Stan some spare cash, eh eh?" He elbowed me suggestively with a wide smile.

I crossed my arms, furrowed my eyebrows, and narrowed my eyes at him. My sister who had been quiet suddenly had an evil grin spreading across her face. Sinister even. Someone's had too much fun dip lately.

"Yeah.." she dragged the word while rubbing her chin, eyes slit. "You know, gruncle Stan, normal kids don't necessarily play with pigs or wear wolf costumes, but you know what they are forced to do over the summer?" She says this with a swing of her arm. I roll my eyes as she inches closer to Stan, raises a hand and whispers into his ear. "They go to summer school."

Yeah...my sister sucks at whispering.

"What!? No way! No no no no!" I say clenching my fists at my sides. Soos and Wendy finally step in.

"Woah Woah dudes! Don't take it that far!" Soos says waving his hands.

"No one deserves to suffer the horrors of summer school." Wendy says with a shiver. Looks like someone knows from experience.

"That's all I need to make up my mind; the protest from teens... and a Soos." Stan says. He grins at me, "Kid, you are going to summer school."

At that moment, my world collapsed, the summer fun ended and a new hell began, a distopia, a catastrophe, hell froze, angels fell from the sky, a storm raged inside of me, and amongst it went my only hope to have fun this summer.

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Well that's it for today, I will most likely update sometime next week. :)

Don't worry, I'll be taking things slowly in my story. Please tell me what you think, I accept ideas, thoughts, positive feedback or constructive criticism.

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