(I literally couldn't stop thinking about this. Like I got his idea and I was like WHOA THAT'S A GOOD IDEA! This story will probably be one of my longer and more emotional stories, just letting you know! For anyone out there who may get a little emotional when sad/happy things come up!)

~Silver P.O.V~

The wind slowly blew through the curtains, causing light objects in the room to flinch or spin. The sound of light pages turning echoed throughout the completely silent room, causing obvious disturbance.

I stirred under the light bed sheets, thoughts slamming into my head like a hammer and nails. The rummaging thoughts forced me to sit up from bed, as I turned the see the drapes blowing in the wind. My socked feet made contact with the ground as I walked over to the window, intending to solve the issue of disturbance.

I flinched as the wind made contact with my skin, recoiling back from the window I rubbed my arms and shivered. After about a minute of standing in one place I walked back to the window, firmly grasped it, then brought it smashing down to the edge of the windowsill. Brushing the light layer of dust off my hands, I walked back towards the bed smiling at the thought of more sleep.

"UP AND AT 'EM!"

I slammed my eyes shut at the voice that made my head throb. I lightly rubbed my temples as I let out a long yawn, upset that I wouldn't be getting anymore sleep. Although it was mid November, and the clocks were turned an hour back, sleeping was still a major issue. In fact, it always was. Nothing had ever changed since everything did change. A weird sentence to process but yet it was highly understood.

Not moving from my current position was obviously the bad choice, due to the loud stomps and thumps that were making way to my room. The door was thrust open with extreme force that I was almost blow back by the aftershock.

The tall slim women stood in the doorway, her red hair had already been tied up previously. Her arms were crossed as she scowled at me, "You shouldn't be lollygagging, it's no wonder you're still here." She scoffed and snapped around, "You'll never get out of here with that kind of attitude. Now let's get a move on!"

She angrily slammed the door behind her, leaving me in complete anger and depression.

I suppose I deserved it, but she would always target me with the same insult. Oh you're too stupid for this, Oh you're too pathetic for that. It was really...irritating, annoying, confusing, I could never find the right word...

Angela wasn't the only one who treated me like that, a few other people did. All for that same reason: because I'd been an orphan for 8 years straight with absolutely no luck at all. But it wasn't my fault, I didn't even know why.

Most of the time it was because of my parents. I was the only one left when they disappeared, so apparently a baby can kill two fully matured adults in there late 20's. Yep, that made a lot of sense. But, knowing that those actions weren't possible, I ignored the threats and insults with ease.

With all the insults I received it was an absolute miracle I had friends. But to me, they weren't just friends. They were the people who knew the truth, and that's what mattered to me the most.

Take Dipper and Mabel Pines for example. I just by luck ran into them one day, and after a long depressing talk and a few angry words it sort of worked itself out. I don't know how, but, it just did. And I was quite glad the miracle occurred, I might not be in the same place I was now without it.

I wasn't at this Foster Home all the time, more less than none. We were allowed to leave every day from 8:00AM to 12:00PM. Our curfew was really late, and Angela didn't really care about our safety and or health. She was a bitch. But no one admitted that to her face. But every holiday we stayed here, Christmas, Halloween, Summerween, Thanksgiving, you get the jist. But we didn't celebrate, Angela, for some reason, didn't want us sneaking off and celebrating with others. Which was a stupid rule to make. Since I haven't had a real Christmas. Like never. But it wasn't something I normally got hung up about, when I told people they would mostly gasp or say something like how great it was to spend the holiday.

But I would only send back a simple shrug, not like I cared anyway.

The others here had all experienced holidays, out of the 18 girls here I was the 'outcast'. I never talked to anyone, and no one talked to me, it was a constant schedule, continuing in infinite loops.

I slipped on my plain black t-shirt, putting on my jeans and finally slipping on my sweatshirt after my hair was put up and my socks and boots were on. I quickly ran downstairs and landed on the floor with a soft thump. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar, but I didn't see anyone there. Hm, the probably already went out for the day.

That thought was crushed as soon as high pitched screams came from the living room. I quickly fast-walked over where all the girls were sitting in front of the TV. I looked up and my eyes met the screen.

Two adults were on there, looking quite similar even though one was female and the other male. Although the hair color style of yellow in the front and brown in the back was not very appealing. They seemed to be twirling... canes? What was this nonsense?

"This year and this year only folks! At the Gravity Falls LeafWood festival! The Illusion Twins!"

The TV then switched on to another channel.

"Did you see that guy?" One girl smiled flipping her hair, "He's so cute!"

"Cute? I think handsome would be the best description~" Another giggled. I slowly backed away, trying to hold the newly eaten granola bar from coming back up from my stomach. These girls were 12, 13, and 14, and yet they were hitting on some 20 year old guy? That is what you call nasty, ugh, that's gonna cause me to gag all the live long day.

But now in mind, The LeafWood festival was on Friday through the whole week until the next Friday. Though I already had plans to go with Dipper and Mabel I would probably be thrust into the tent with those two 'magicians' even though I have no intentions on wanting to go. Those two looked a bit off to me, but that was I feeling I preceded to ignore. If I were to tell the girls they would only say, 'Oh you think he's cute too~'. Which my response would be, 'hell no that guys freaking twenty something and I'm only thirteen, get the facts right you morons.'

I walked out the door and closed in behind me, shoving the wrapper into my pocket, planning to throw it out later. I went to the shed and unlocked it with my key that I had shoved into my jean pocket. The doors heavily creaked as they opened, speaking for them that they were old and needed to be fixed. But that was something I'd always put off.

I walked into the shed and flicked on the light, revealing the sparking motorcycle that sat in font of me.

It wasn't the old kind, it was the new, slimmer version of the vehicle. With a dark gold paint job and a perfectly good, running engine I used it quite often. Angela didn't care that I had it, she just said don't get a speeding ticket or else she'll burn it. Yeah, she was one of the harsher types... But I've had this thing for 3 years, and I had to say, I could ride it pretty well.

I grabbed my goggles off the wall which contained two lenses with a decently thick 'gold' frame. I found then in the pit where I found the cycle, then I replaced the strap with a small leather belt that hadn't fit me any more. To me, whenever I rode I felt like I gave off a steampunk vibe. It was probably just me though, since no one else had said the same thing before.

I quickly hopped on and fastened my goggles, making sure my brownish blonde hair was tightly put up so the hair tie wouldn't fly out. After turning the key into the ignition I flew out the shed doors, making my way onto the completely empty street. After a few seconds my speed increased, with only one destination on my mind.

The Mystery Shack.