Dear Mabel,
You see like the kind of girl that's really happy. Obviously. *sigh* Wish I could be like that.
Wanna know about me?
He felt as if he were making the biggest fool out of himself. He slapped his face immediately, making sure no one noticed. He violently erased that from his paper.
My life isn't as great as you think. Terrible mother, no friends. Hoping we could be friends someday.
Now he felt like he was a loner. And to be honest, Dipper was. He hadn't had friends since the incident. Buts that's for later.
He slapped his head repeatedly, but didn't erase it. He just thought.
My mother has a boyfriend, but he's too clueless to realize how much of a jerk she is. Oh well, that's my life. Yours seems pretty excited.
He smiled at that.
Maybe we could meet sometime. I think it would be nice to be friends, right? *sigh again* -
Dipper stopped writing and stuffed the envelope in his binder. He couldn't believe he had wasted forty-five minutes working on a four paragraph letter, just thinking how much he wanted to be friends with this girl. It was useless, and who knows where she could live? Across the state, country, maybe even world?
Good thing the letter wasn't due until tomorrow.
Dipper miserable slid through his front door after school, but only to be caught by his mother and Terry. "Sit down right now mister. And don't give me any attitude."
What did he do now? He knew he got into a fight at school earlier this week, but it was outside. Wasn't a big deal, was it? Or that math test he had flunked two months back?
"Dipper Pines, I am very upset with you and I expect better." His mother continued.
"What could I have possibly done to ruin your day now mom?" Dipper slouched on the couch, feeling ready for his discipline.
"I said do not have an attitude!"
"Okay, what is it?" His tone getting louder. His mother leaned forward on the couch, Terry laid back, looking predictable for what happened next.
"The principal called me today from school. He told me your grades are dropping dramatically, and you're not even trying! I mean, I don't even know what to do anymore Dipper!" She looked pretty upset, which was the first. Since when did she ever care about his grades.
"Obviously you have no clue what I'M going through. You have friends, you're not in school, you have no work, you have a happy life. And look at me, the way you treat me-" But he was cut off from the pain shooting through his face. His mother had struck him right across, leaving a swelling mark. Tears filled the teens eyes as he ran upstairs.
"I've raised you better!-" And his mother's voice was the last thing he heard before slamming the door and climbing into his warm bed.
Maybe this girl was the only chance he had. The only one that would treat him better than anyone. Who knows? His thoughts were interrupted by the drifting of his eyes closing.
~ "Just look at the sky Dipper." A girl next to him lay in the soft grass, and she pointed at the Big Dipper constellations. They spread out throughout the sky beautifully.
"They sure are beautiful." He said back to the unnamed girl. She had brown hair and eyes, and had blue and purple striped sweater on. Her skirt rest in the grass, and her feet sunk in with its softness. He couldn't help but stare into her eyes, as if they knew each other, but didn't.
"So Dipper, what's it like living in California?" She asked.
"It's alright. Life isn't so great."
"Ah, if only I were like you. I don't mean to rub it in, but I have a great life. You just gotta listen to your heart.."
"I don't listen to my heart. I listen to my head, I just think it's better."
"Well then, that makes two of us." She smiles, and everything fades.
"See you later." She laughs. ~
Dipper awoke from the ending of his dream. He looked directly to his alarm clock, but only to see that it was 1:00am. He realized he had definitely missed dinner, but he still had five hours to work on his letter.
He immediately jumped out of his bed and ran to his desk, scrambling for a pencil. As he pulled one from his drawer, he had completely forgotten about his window he had left wide open before he went to bed. Before he realized it, he heard a crumple of paper around him. As he sat up, he watched at the paper flew around the room with the strong wind as thunder boomed in the distance.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Dipper whispered to himself. Before it could fly out the window, he leaned over his desk and grabbed it.
"That was close." He slammed the window shut, but quickly ran to his door to lock it. He didn't need to be yelled at before early tomorrow morning.
"Now, back to work." He grabbed the pencil and started from where he ended last.
~I think I had a dream about stars last night, constellations to be exact. With some girl who seems to be like you, I guess. Well, I guess I'll talk to you later.
-Dipper Pines.
P.S. Wanna be penpals?
Dipper was tempted to just write that, but instead, he shoved it into his book bag and slipped back into bed. He looked at the clock, but only to see the numbers 1:56 blurred. "Huh?" He hadn't of realized of how tired he was from writing now even a paragraph. But before falling asleep he had forgotten about this whole delivering and receiving letters thing.
Not knowing it, Dipper left his desk lamp on, but it actually helped his eyes shut and fall fast asleep.
Dipper's alarm blasted at 6:00am, revealing an arm stretch from the covers and slam the alarm clock. "Don't wanna-" Before he finished, he thought of the letter and how excited he was to deliver it back to Mabel. He sat up quickly and got changed. In a matter of five minutes he was downstairs, earlier than he expected. Usually he'd get up five minutes before he was driven to school, but today, he got up an hour before.
"Dipper?" His mother walked in the kitchen, catching him making toast. "Why are you up so early?"
"Well for the past," He looks at his wrist as if he had a watch there. "thirty-two days of school, you've yelled at me to get up at six, hey look at the time!" Dipper pointed to the flashing clock on the microwave. "It's six-thirty, if you excuse me, I'm getting ready for my day."
"O..oh." His mother was shocked by his words. He wasn't this rude before. Of course they yelled at each other before, but his mother was absolutely shocked at this.
The sound of Dipper's friend pulling up to the driveway made him jump. He jolted awake from the couch, not realizing he had been asleep for thirty minutes. He grabbed his bag and rushed out the door, jumping into his friend's car.
"Man, shouldn't you be driving by now?" Jake asked his tired friend as he stared into the sky.
"I'm too lazy to drive to school. Besides, even if I did drive, I don't have the money for a car, and my mother would never let me drive her car." Dipper took a deep breath before looking at his friend. "She'd literally kill me if I put a scratch on that thing."
Once the two friends made it to school, Dipper jumped out quickly and ran into school, looking at the clock that stood on the wall. It was seven now, and Dipper knew that he would be late. He ran to his lockers, stuffed some books in, and grabbed the letter from his book bag.
"Class," Dipper heard his teacher say from the class. He slipped through along with the other popular kids, and slipped into his desk. He sighed in relief, but saw his teacher stare at him directly in the eyes.
"Today, we are going to be handing in our letters to send back to Gravity Falls."
Dipper thought in his mind, Wait a minute. If they were going to be penpals, won't they need to know each other's addresses?
He quickly pulled the letter out from his hoodie pocket, and wrote his address very sloppy under his p.s. statement.
"Before that though," His teacher was coming up to his isle now, collecting the letters one by one. "I will be proofreading, to make sure no funny business is going on."
Now Dipper knew he was going to have to erase it. What if the teacher didn't allow others addresses on the paper? He pulled out his pencil again and erased it, leaving some pencil marks behind. "Give it here Dipper, don't think you'll get away with last minute writing." His heart sank to the sound of his teacher's voice.
"B..but I didn't-" But his teacher swiped the letter from his hand and moved on the the next row. "Sorry.." He whispered to himself.
Dipper thought if he wanted a friend, he needed to get that address written down again. But how could he do that? His stomach growled at the word lunch. Lunch was a key word at this point. He knew what he had to do.
It was the period before lunch, and Dipper was starving. He wanted to get to lunch as soon as possible, but he had to get that address written down before anything else was done. Now he was in Algebra, making his way through the rough math problems, struggling as well. Now all he could do was stare at the clock, and wait for it to struck twelve-thirty. "Come on." He huffed to himself.
"Dipper, would you like to come up and do number five for us?" His teacher, Mr. Jenkins held out the Smart Board marker, waiting for him to approach the problem.
"Well, uh.."
30 more seconds…
"I guess so?" He stood, and looked at the clock. "I can try sir."
"Mr. Pines, I don't want you to try, I want you to do. Do this problem, or don't succeed at all." The entire class laid their eyes on him, then at Dipper.
"Okay." He said. He glanced once more at the clock.
3..2..1..
The bell shot off and students had already left due to their early packing. "We'll carry on with this tomorrow. Ah, Dipper, a word with you please."
Dipper stacked his books biggest to smallest and brought them over to his teacher. "Yes, Mr. Jenkins?"
"Dipper, your grades are dropping really bad. We are very worried about you, and we want you to at least pass this grade."
"But you don't understand how hard this is. I'm going through some stuff at home, and along with it here. You know, all the dramatic rumor stuff."
"That's fine. But we, as teachers, need you to start focusing more, okay?" He handed Dipper a small piece of paper. "Email me of you have any questions on homework, okay?"
"Yes, Mr. Jenkins." He slid the note in his pocket and gave a smile before walking out to his locker. When no one was looking, he stuffed everything in there except for a pencil. He walked slowly to his homeroom, and approached the door.
"And here is where you approach the most riskiest thing ever Dipper." He held his breath and looked through the glass of the door. The lights were off and it was very quiet. He grabbed hold of the knob, but when we began to turn it, it stopped, not even halfway through the grasp.
Locked.
Lucky for him, Dipper always kept his student ID card with him, just in case. He slipped it through the door and the frame and heard a slight click.
So far so good.
Before walking in he looked at the hallway clock, only to see five minutes had past. This should be quick. He thought, Lunch is only thirty minutes long, this should take about five out of thirty. The thought of mathematics made his head pound, so instead, he walked in.
Dipper walked over to his teachers desk, only to see a bunch of envelopes in a tin box. Maybe they're stuffed in their?
He went through the envelopes one by one, then found one that had his own name written in cursive. Bingo. Dipper quickly unfolded it as he placed it on the desk, and wrote down the address quickly. Perfect. She should have proofread them already, right.
The door to the classroom opened, and Dipper quickly grabbed the letter and hid under the desk.
Dipper what have you just done to yourself?
Footsteps walked to the closet and he peaked to see his homeroom teacher, organizing the supplies again. He ran from the desk and out the open door, without a noise.
All Dipper could do now was give out a heavy sigh of relief, and feel glad his hand wasn't holding that letter anymore.
