Documenting the Falls
Chapter One
Okay, a fair warning so I'm not sued. I do NOT own Gravity Falls or else it'd be back on air already! Oh, and Thanks to Only a Guest for editing this story! Your awesome dude and,
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FSaS: Fine! Fine! Okay! Without further adieu, Documenting the Falls!
Time: 1:54 p.m.
Battery life: 100%
Date: 5/29/14
"Um, okay so. It's a long story how I got here," I started staring directly into the camera trying not to glance over at the ancient bus driver. "Let me just start by saying, I'm Clara Longmont, I'm 12 years old, and um, I'm a film fanatic.
"I've used this camera multiple times before to record several different events." I explained. "Although, I've never actually shown my face to this screen.
"This was an expectation though, because, well, it started about two days ago," I began, hoping the bus driver had terrible hearing so he wouldn't think I was insane. "My 18 year old sister, Thalia, is about to go to college on a scholarship at Harvard.
"My parents were going to tag along for the summer so they could have the Boston vacation they've always dreamed of or something like that," I murmured.
"So, I was to go to my Aunt Georgia's for the summer, who was almost as reluctant as my parents towards me." I continued. "If it wasn't for the fact she loved to experiment using my hair because she recently became a hair stylist." I shrugged.
"So I was told to pack up my bags and get a move on to Seattle for the summer. Landing me on a bus for," I glanced at my watch, "For another 4 hours and 8 minutes more!"
"Plus, I'm actually feeling pretty anxious," I leaned closer to the camera, lowering my voice to a whisper. "Because I'm pretty sure the bus driver could drop dead any second."
I pointed the camera at him for a brief moment- the tan, wrinkled face reflecting in the mirror. Flecks of white hair stuck up over the seat.
I turned the camera back towards me. "I'll report back if I live." I shut off the camera and stowed it away just as we hit large pothole.
"Please stay in your seat, darlin'," The old man instructed in a weary voice. "These roads haven't been paved in years, also there's some thick brush ahead."
I nodded silently, as I reveled and indulged in the sweet, pleasant silence. Being the only patron in the bus definitely had it's advantages.
As the bus puttered along the road, hitting potholes, bumps and cracks, I swore I heard a faint moan in the air, but I quickly dismissed it.
I say back reading my book for a few minutes until I heard the loudest thing in the bus all day. A scream of terror from the bus driver as he swerved into the trees.
My pupils dilated, I was terrified I couldn't even scream. Was this it? Was I going to die? God, don't let it be so!
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, so I didn't have to see my eminent end as I braced for impact.
Goodbye, world, I'm really going to miss you, and poptarts, also craft macaroni and cheese, and my books! Oh, why must I be separated from that of all things?!
Then I felt the black swallow me whole.
"You think she's alive, Durland?" I heard a deep voice mutter. "I don't know, Blubbs. She looks pretty dead to me," I heard a pause then smelled hot breath in my face. God, how much coffee has this man had?! His breath reeks!
I heard him clear his throat. "Hey?! You alive?!" He yelled directly in my ear. "Gah!" I shot up like a spring. "What the heck was that about?!" I protested.
"Well, I guess that answers that," The stubby, portly cop which I assumed was Blubbs, mumbled. I rubbed my head, for I had a horrible headache. "Where am I?"
I muttered as I tried untangling my mass of Hazel hair which always seem to stick out in every direction. "Where are you? Where are you? Why, you're in Gravity Falls!" The sudden realization hit me like a tidal wave. I wasn't in Portland anymore.
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