I know I have so many other stories to complete but I just can't get this one out of my head, so enjoy a little Gravity Falls story that may or may not have been thought of already!

I own no one in this story but Max. I also don't own Converse shoes.

Introduction

My name is Max Jones. Well, Maximilian, but I don't like my full name very much. I wear an orange long sleeved shirt with brown stripes and blue jeans. I have light brown hair and I also like to wear my favorite red Converse. I'm here to tell a story even I can't explain well but I'll try. It all started when I was heading off to school in Aurora, Illinois. I loved mornings, mostly because they were so cool, especially at this time of year, during fall. I had everything in my black and green backpack and left my house. I guess I could say I live a pretty normal and fair life. I'm an only child, and I have normal household chores to do with an allowance. I've been living happily with my parents and honestly, starting high school wasn't really a problem for me. I can be a bit shy, but I seem to warm up over time. I was actually pretty excited to have a little more freedom than usual.

Sorry, I got a little carried away there. Anyways, everything changed when I headed for the road to cross. I looked both ways and began to cross. Apparently, this drunk dude came along and, yeah. The last thing I remember were the headlights of his truck flashing before my eyes. A scream had escaped my mouth, then, nothing. Things went pitch black. I don't remember much, but I do know it happened so fast I don't even remember feeling any pain. Of course, this lead into my story here. Enjoy.

I awoke with immense pain in my head. My eyesight was blurry, and that made me confused at first, because i've never needed glasses. I found myself to be laying down and I sat up, only to feel more pain and pressure in my head. I held the back of my head as I stumbled to my feet. I tried to blink away the fuzziness and noticed I was surrounded by trees. Kinda weird for a city boy who was just crossed a paved road a few seconds ago, right? Well, I forgot what had happened and that made me even more scared. I rubbed my eyes on my sleeve and took shaky steps forwards, trying to balance myself through the blurry and dizziness. But to no avail. I once more blacked out and fell to the ground.

I came to but had no energy to open my eyes right away. I felt warm, and I was in something soft. I let out a small groan after feeling my headache come back. I then could hear distant footsteps on what sounded like wood.

"I think he's waking up." a voice said. It was a boy.

"He's cute!" another voice said, but in a whisper. It was a girl.

"Mabel, now's not the time." The other voice said.

I let out another groan as I felt more pain come back to me in the back of my head.

"Hey, man, take it easy. You're fine." said the male voice.

I didn't dare try to open my eyes. I still felt exhausted and I didn't want to meet these people just yet. I wasn't ready and a bit scared.

"Kids! Leave 'im alone and come down here!" an older, gruff voice called.

"Comin'!" The male voice called back and I heard the footsteps move away. "He was trying to wake up!"

I needed more rest. I fell asleep again without realizing. I heard nothing more.

Sorry it's pretty short, but I also gotta get working on the plot for HSP 2! I guess this was a pretty good start for an intro to the story.