My Teacher's An Alien
Part 1
Dipper awoke when he heard a grunt, and saw Waddles was on his bed.
"Waddles!" The tired boy groaned. "Why did you wake me?" He looked at the digital clock on his nightstand beside them. It read that it was 7AM. He looked back at the pig.
"It's seven in the morning. Too early to get up." And with that, the boy went back to sleep. Waddles bit Dipper's bed cover. He was going to pull it off of him, when Dipper grabbed it. He tried to pull it back, but so did Waddles. Pretty soon, the boy and pig were playing Tug-of-War with the cover! Dipper awoke then.
"What's wrong with you, Waddles?!" He snapped. "Don't you know that I don't want to get up yet? Why don't you bother Mabel, and wake her up?" He was about to pull the cover back, and go to sleep when his sister spoke up.
"I am awake, Dipper." She said. Dipper looked at her. "Mabel, why are you awake this early in the morning?"
"I woke up for school." Dipper's eyes widened. School? He and his sister had such an adventurous, odd summer, that he forgot that today was the first day back at school. "But, if you want to just lay in bed all day, and skip it, I'll go tell Mom. But, she and Dad won't be happy." Dipper jumped out of bed.
"Wait; I'm coming!" Mabel and her pet went to the door. "Okay, but you might want to get out of your PJs, and get ready first. You have bed hair, and it's not pajama day."
"I'll get ready. You go down for breakfast. I'll meet you there."
"Okey-dokey!" She and Waddles left the room.
"There you are, champ!" Dipper's dad told him as he saw him walk down the stairs. He was reading the newspaper. "It's about time. We thought you were never getting up, and I had to come get you, and you'll be late." Dipper shook his head as he sat down in his chair, ready to eat the scrambled eggs in front of him. He also had a glass of orange juice. His sister and parents had the same thing.
"No, Dad." He said. "I'm not going to miss a minute of the first day of school, or any day unless I'm sick, or something else." His dad put down the newspaper.
"That's good to hear, son." He began to eat. The twins' mother put slop in Waddle's bowl. Waddles began to chow down.
"Your pig really loves to eat, Mabel." She told her.
"He's hungry, Mom." Mabel responded. Their dad looked at the clock on the wall.
"The bus should be here soon." He said to his son. "You and your sister better get going."
"Right, Dad!" Dipper said. He took one last bite, and finished his orange juice. "Come on, Mabel!" He and his sister grabbed their backpacks and their pack lunches. They both kissed their dad and said they loved him.
"Come on, Waddles." Mabel said. Waddles grunted, and went after the new teens.
"I'll go grab the camera, and meet you there!" Mrs. Pines called after them.
The school bus left after Dipper and Mabel found their seats, sitting next to each other. They sat their lunches on the floor. The twins waved to their mom who waved back, camera in hand. Mabel had bought her new cellphone that she had gotten by her parents for her birthday. Both of her parents didn't want her to bring it, but Mabel promised that she'd be careful with it. She had taken a group selfie of her and her brother, and a selfie of just herself. Waddles was with Mrs. Pines.
"Look at that!" A girl, who looked like Pacifica but with orange-reddish hair said to her friend. She was sitting across from them. A girl was sitting next to her. "Someone's foolish enough to own a pig!"
"That's me!" Mabel said. The girl looked at her. "That's my pet pig, Waddles. I won him at a fair organized by my great uncle over the summer. Isn't he such the cutest?" The girl didn't answer.
"You must be new." Dipper said. "Are you a sixth grader? I'm Dip…Mason and this is my twin sister, Mabel."
"I'm not a stupid sixth grader. I'm an eighth grader."
"Hey!" Mabel piped up. "So are we! Maybe we are in some of the same classes, or all of them!"
"Oh, whoopee!" Her tone was sarcastic.
"So, did you just move? We didn't see you on here last year."
"I just moved here last month from Oregon."
"We were in Oregon the whole summer with our Grunkle Stan, that's our great uncle, in his mystery shack."
"Isn't that the creepy place in Gravity Falls?"
"That's right! So, you've been there?"
"Oh, I've been there."
"Do you like it?"
"No way; that place creeps me out!" Mabel frowned. "Mabel, right?" Mabel brightened up, and nodded. "That's an old woman's name. My great grandma's name is Mabel. She's the only Mabel I know."
"Not anymore! So, what's your name? You look like someone we met in Gravity Falls."
"You mean Pacifica? She's my sister. Well, half-sister anyways. My parents split a few months after I was born." Mabel frowned again.
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
"Don't be sorry! I'm not a kid who's sad over this. Parents divorce, that's life sometimes."
"Oh." She was about to say more when she added. "Oh, and my name is Atlantica."
"Atlantica?"
"Yeah, I know, stupid name."
"Well, it's better then nothing." Atlantica shrugged.
"I guess. At least I don't have an old lady's name. Now, don't bother me anymore." Mabel felt hurt, but accepted it as Atlantica talked to her friend.
"Okay!"
At the school, Mabel and Dipper went to their lockers to put their backpacks in. Mabel got out the picture of Waddles out of her backpack, and taped it onto the inside of her locker.
"Now whenever I open my locker, Waddles will be there!" She said.
"And he'll be there when you get home." Dipper added. Mabel smiled as she shut her locker door. "I know! But, since he's not allowed in school, this is the next best thing!" She locked up her locker.
"Okay," Dipper said after he shut and locked his locker. "Let's go to homeroom. I can't believe we have the same homeroom again."
"I know; that's three in a row!" She then saw Atlantica looking at her schedule, a few lockers down. "Hey! It's Atlantica! I'm going to go see if she needs help finding her room."
"Sounds good to me. Meet you in homeroom!"
"See you there!" Dipper went towards the stairs, and Mabel went towards Atlantica.
"Hey, Atlantica!" Mabel greeted. Atlantica looked up at her and groaned.
"What do you want?" She wanted to know.
"I was just wondering if you want me to show you to your first class. It's very easy to get lost around here."
"No, I don't need help. I'll find all of my classes by myself."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Okay, but it's no big deal. I can…" Atlantica then got into Mabel's face.
"I said I can find my way by myself; understand?!" Mabel laughed nervously.
"Right-o; you go, girl!" Atlantica then left. Mabel was about to leave when someone bumped into her. She fell down.
"Kit!" A girl with a Korean accent scolded, who looked lot like Kit, the girl who bumped into Mabel. "You got to watch where you're going!" Kit saw that she had bumped into Mabel.
"Oh my gosh!" She cried, also with a Korean accent. "I'm so sorry; I'm so clumsy!" She helped Mabel to her feet. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Mabel answered. "I'm fine. Thanks." She then noticed maps of the school in the girls' hands too. "Are you two new here too?" Both girls nodded.
"I'm Reese." The other girl said. "And the one who bumped into you is my clumsy sister, Kit."
"Are you twins? You two look exactly alike." Kit and Reese nodded again.
"We're identical twins." Reese answered.
"Cool; my brother and I are twins too, but we're fraternal twins."
"It's hard to be identical if you two are the opposite gender." Kit put in. Mabel chuckled.
"I guess you're right." She changed the subject. "Are you two from Korea or something? Both of your accents sound like a friend of mine."
"We're from South Korea." Reese explained.
"My friend Candy is from there." Both girls smiled.
"Are you talking about Candy Chiu?"
"Yeah! She's one of my two best friends. You know her?"
"Know her? She's our cousin!" Mabel was shocked about this.
"No way; that's so cool! Candy never mentioned her cousins moving to California."
"Well, she might have had a busy summer." Kit said. "That it never came to her mind."
"Well, my brother and I did have a pretty cray cray summer." Reese looked at her watch.
"Kit," She said to her. "We're going to be late."
"It's okay." Mabel told her. "The school's pretty chill if you're are a little late to all of your classes the first two weeks of school; especially if you're new. You'll be fine." Reese sighed in relief.
"Oh, that's a relief. I never was late to a class in my life. My sister however, was late from time to time at our old school."
"Reese!" Kit cried. "She doesn't need to know everything!" Mabel laughed.
"It's okay. Sometimes I'm late too because I like to socialize."
"Like you are right now?" Reese observed. Mabel laughed again.
"Right! So anyways, do you want me to walk to your class?" Both girls smiled.
"That'll be great! Thank you, Mabel."
"Then follow me!" And so, she and the girls went off.
"It's about time, Mabel!" Dipper said to his sister as soon as she, Kit, and Reese entered their homeroom "Where have you been? Atlantica has already been here for five minutes."
"Sorry, Dipper." Mabel apologized to her brother. "But, I was talking to my new friends, and showing them to our homeroom, and I snapped a group selfie of us too." Dipper looked at Kit and Reese. "Oh, this is Kit and Reese. They're Candy's cousins, and are twins. Kit, Reese, this is Dipper."
"Dipper, huh?" Kit said. "What a strange name. Then again, we just moved to America last month."
"My real name's Mason." Dipper explained.
They were about to talk more when their homeroom teacher quieted everyone down.
Mabel sat by Dipper at lunch, along with Kit and Reese.
So, you're Candy's cousins?" Dipper asked the identical twins. The girls nodded.
"We came to be closer to her." Reese explained. "That, and our dad found a job here in America."
"Do you like it so far?"
"Well, it's way different from our home country. But, yeah, America's a good country."
"Yeah, I love America too."
"Well, duh!" Kit said. "You live here. You're more used to it then us."
"13 years, baby!" Mabel said.
"Where did you learn English?" Dipper wanted to know. "Both of you speak really well at it."
"Thanks." Reese thanked him. "Ever since we learned that we were coming here, my sister and I learned the language all summer, checking out books from the library and such. Our parents aren't very good at it yet. So we just speak Korean at home. They did sign up for a class though."
"That's good." Mabel spoke. "So, if I go to your house, your parents and I won't understand each other?"
"Well, if you go to our house, one of us will probably be the translator. So, it'll be good."
"Oh, okay."
"May I sit here?" Someone asked. They all looked up, and saw a girl. Dipper was immediately smitten with her. Although still getting over Wendy, this, Dipper felt, this girl was her answer.
"Hello!" Mabel greeted. Kit and Reese said hello as well. Mabel nudged her brother.
"Oh, hi!" Dipper responded.
"So, may I sit here?"
"Of course you may." The girl sat down.
"By the way I'm Maria." They all said their names. When Dipper said his nickname, Maria was even more interested.
"Dipper?" She questioned. "As in The Big Dipper and The Little Dipper?" Dipper nodded. Maria beamed.
"Steller!" She said. "I love astronomy! I know every constellation in the known universe."
"Well, maybe you can teach me sometime."
"Maybe I will."
"You know, I have The Big Dipper as a birthmark on my forehead."
"Get out!"
"No, I'm serious."
"Can I see it? That is if you don't mind." Dipper nodded again.
"Sure!" And with that, Dipper took off his hat, and pulled back his hair, revealing The Big Dipper shape birthmark on his forehead.
"That's so whack!" Dipper blushed as he pulled his hair back, and put his hat back on.
"Yeah, it is pretty whack."
Mabel went to her last class of the day, which was science. Atlantica, Kit, and Reese were also in the class. The teacher looked at the clock, and told everybody to take their seats, which they did.
"Greetings, Ea…I mean, kids, and welcome to science class." The teacher began. "I am Kiki Lexi Smith." Kiki had short black hair, skinny, and in her late early 30s. A student raised her hand. Kiki saw this, and was confused.
"Why is your hand raised?"
"Because I have a question." The girl replied, hand still raised. Kiki was still confused about this.
"I have a question too. Why is your hand still raised? You know, you can still ask the question without your hand raised like that. It seems like such a waste." The girl shrugged.
"Because that's being polite I guess. Instead of, you know, having hundreds of kids talking at once." Kiki thought about this.
"I guess that makes sense. Okay, what is your question?"
"So, what should we call you?" Kiki looked more confused.
"What do you mean? I told you. Kiki Lexi Smith. That is my full name."
"Normally the teachers are a Mrs., Mr., or Miss., then say their last name."
"Why?" The girl shrugged again.
"It's just the way things are. It's common decency."
"Okay, then I'm Mr. Smith." A few kids laughed, even the girl. Kiki didn't get it. "What?"
"You can't be a Mr."
"And why not?"
"Because you are a female! A Mr. is a male. Are you married, or single?"
"I have a brother, a father, and a mother. That is the only family I have, along with relatives."
"Then you are Miss. Smith." Kiki nodded.
"I guess I am. Then, yes, I am."
There was a long silence until the girl raised her hand again. Kiki called on her.
"So, what will we be learning?"
"Learning? Oh, yes, this is a school. You need to learn here. I will be teaching you all about integers. How to subtract add, divide, and multiply them." She called on the girl yet again.
"That's math. This is science. We need to learn about science." Kiki nodded in agreement.
"Right." She went to her desk to look at her lesson plan. She smiled at her class. "We'll be learning the chemical makeup of your atmosphere. "Mabel raised her hand, and Kiki called on her.
"Are you new here? You seem to be out of it; like everything is strange to you." Kiki nodded.
"Yes." She answered. "I am new. This is my very first teaching job, and I hope I do a good job." A few kids were impressed.
"Cool; what a small world! First, Atlantica, then Kit and Reese, and now you. I think this is the word record of the most new people to school in just one day!" Kiki smiled again.
"I think the first ever school had the record of most new people."
"Oh, I guess you're right. Oh, and you need to do roll call."
"So, how was your first day of school, kids?" Mr. Pines asked his children as they were all eating dinner. Waddles was eating his slop in the corner of the room.
"Dipper got a girlfriend!" Mabel blurted.
"Mabel!" Dipper told him in shock.
"Well, you did."
"That's interesting." Their dad said. "But, let Mason tell me first, then you Mabel."
"Okay, Dad." Mr. Pines looked at his son again. "Mason?"
"It was a real busy day, Dad." Dipper answered. "I got homework in most of my classes. I have a little left after dinner."
"Wow; they really piled you with homework on the first day? This is eighth grade; school will get harder from here on out. You kids just try your best, and make your mother and I proud." The twins nodded in understanding.
"Will do, Dad!" Dipper promised him. "Oh, and that 'girlfriend' is Maria. She's really nice, and likes astronomy."
"Did you tell her about your nickname, and how you got it?" Dipper nodded.
"And how about your day, sweetie?" Mrs. Pines asked Mabel, both parents looking at her.
"Fantastic!" She explained. "I met three friends today, all of them new here, and related to our friends all in Gravity Falls!"
"Really!" The mom said with interest. Mabel nodded.
"And it was my science teacher's, Miss. Smith's first day, too."
"Well, if you're going to a new school," The father observed. "make it the first day in a new school year, and you won't be alone."
"And it really showed that she was new at teaching too. She wanted to teach us integers, almost skipped roll call, and gave us the sixth grade science textbooks instead of the eighth grade ones!"
"Goodness! Well, she's new, so that's expected. She'll learn as the days go by. Don't give her a hard time, sweetie."
"I won't! I'm already finished with my homework. After dinner, I'm going to email my friends and video chat with Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford about my first day." Mrs. Pines nodded with approval.
"Sounds good, sweetheart."
The next day at school, Mabel and her classmates were all busy working on a worksheet as they looked at their textbooks for the answers. Mabel flipped the page, when she accidently got a paper cut. She quietly yelped in pain. Mabel looked at her finger, it was bleeding. She got out of her seat, and looked for the hall pass, which had an image of a beaker on it. Mabel didn't see it on the hook on the whiteboard tray with the markers. She sighed, and went to Miss. Smith's desk.
"Miss. Smith?" She questioned. But her teacher didn't answer. She just stood there with a blank expression on her face. "Miss. Smith? Miss. Smith!" Started, Miss. Smith looked at her. Mabel showed her teacher her finger. "Miss. Smith. I have a paper cut, and need to go for a Band-Aid. Do you know where the hall pass is?" The teacher had a blank expression on her face again. "Miss. Smith? Yoo-hoo; Miss. Smith!" Miss. Smith went back into reality, and looked at her.
"I'm sorry." She apologized. "I was talking to my Mom."
"Talking to your mom? How? I didn't see you talk into a cellphone." Miss. Smith smiled.
"Never mind about that. Now, what do you need again?" Mabel told her. "May I look at your finger?" Mabel was hesitant about this, but showed her teacher her finger. Miss. Smith grabbed it, and examined it. Mabel tried to pull away, but Miss. Smith had a firm grip.
"Uh, Miss. Smith? What are you doing? Can you let go of me now?" Miss. Smith then pulled the finger closer to her lips and breathed into it, concentrating. Her eyes were closed. "Miss. Smith!" Her teacher opened her eyes again, and let go of Mabel's hand. She looked at the student.
"Are you sure you need to go to the nurse still?"
"Well, yeah, I…" Mabel looked at her finger, and was shocked. Any trace of blood was now gone. She was confused. "That's weird! I was sure my finger had blood on it due to a paper cut."
"Well, I don't see any blood now. Are you done with your assignment?"
"Almost. I have one more question."
"Well, hurry if you don't want homework! Five more minutes until the final bell." Mabel nodded in agreement.
"I can do that!" She went back to her desk as Atlantica came back to put the hall pass back on the whiteboard tray.
At the Pine's house that night, Mabel told her family what had happened.
"So, what do you think happened, Dad?" Mabel asked he father shrugged.
"I don't know, sweetie." He admitted. "Maybe you dreamed it?" Mabel was shocked about this.
"You think I dreamed about getting a paper cut?"
"We're not saying that." Her mother told her. "We just don't know what really happened is all." Mabel got mad. Hot tears were streaming down her face.
"You DO think I made it up! Well, I didn't! I really did get a paper cut, and then it healed all on its own." She ran off, crying.
"I'll go talk to her." Dipper offered before his parents could react, and followed his sister.
"I believe you." Dipper told his sister on the stairs. Mabel looked at him.
"You do?" She questioned, wiping away a tear. Dipper nodded.
"Yeah, but I'll pay closer attention to your science teacher, Miss. Smith. Judging on what you said about your finger healing after she touched you doesn't add up. Something tells me that something's up with her." Mabel saluted.
"Will do, brother!"
The next couple of weeks, Mabel listened to Dipper's advice, and spied on Miss, Smith, and it was true. Strange things have been happening each day with her. Things like: a floating chocolate pudding cup going to her teacher, her teacher vanishing right away at the end of the day, an injured bird outside suddenly healed in seconds, looking in the distance in a blank expression, among many more strange happenings. Once Miss Smith suddenly started talking in a language that Mabel and her classmates never heard of.
"WAIT!" Mabel shouted, running after her disembarking school bus one day at the end of the day. "COME BACK; I HAD TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!" She then sighed. She had missed the bus. "Darn my bladder; you made me miss the bus home. Oh well, better go and tell the office." She was about to go back into the building when she saw something from the corner of her eye.
"What is that?" She wondered out loud. She went closer to it, and hid in the bushes. She saw a UFO. "Is that a UFO?" She then saw Miss. Smith. "What's Miss. Smith doing here?" The UFO opened its door. Miss Smith looked all around, and then, to Mabel's surprise, transformed into a purple alien. Her alien form had a big head, big black eyes with no pupils, and was 2 feet shorter then her human form, which is over 5ft. She then went in, the door closing behind her. Mabel's eyes widened.
Oh my gosh! Mabel thought in utter stuck. I can't believe it; my teacher is an alien!