Documenting the Falls
Chapter 7
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"Spider bite?!" They all shouted. "Why didn't you tell me, kid?" Stan asked.
"I-I don't know." I stuttered.
He sighed. "You must of gotten bitten by one of the spiders in the closet," He shook his head. "It was just a little bite! How could it turn into that?!"
Dipper shrugged. "Well, we're going to have to drain the poison, and it ain't going to be pretty. Soos, get a knife and a turkey baster!" Stan called.
Stan held the knife to the bite. "Kid, I'm not gonna lie, this is going to be painful."
(-)
After Stan had drained the poison, which I'd rather not talk about. Let's just say, he didn't exaggerate the painful part.
He had instructed that I absolutely do not remove the bandages from my arm. Those being the only instructions, I decided getting out of bed would be okay.
Only to stumble and collapse on the floor like a new-born deer. I moved my legs into a straddle. Then used my arms to walk up my arms in between my legs and stand up.
"Uh, you okay, Clara?" Dipper's voice echoed from the doorway.
"Gah! Dipper!" I feel back on my butt. "You scared me," I waved a little. "Hey, Dipper."
"Hey Clara," he walked over and sat down in front of me. "I came to talk to you."
"Talk to me?" I never been asked to be talked to by anyone, so this was new to me.
"Yep, you," He simply stated. "So how's your arm?"
"It's fine, thanks for asking." I replied.
"Why didn't you say you weren't fine in the first place?"
I shrugged. "I don't know, I guess I'm just used to it."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I don't like to play victim, Dipper!" I shouted in a surprising feat of strength. "I've been called victim my whole life! I'm not going to prove those people right."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"I've already told your sister this story, she seems to have the ability to make you admit things."
Dipper chuckled. "Yeah, she does that,"
"So why don't we talk about something else?" He suggested.
"Sure," I smiled. "Let's talk about something else."
We ended up talking for like an hour, and even Mabel joined us. I really enjoyed their company, they were definitely the best people I could of ended up being with for a whole summer.
"You know, we need to figure out why this bite became so bad, so quickly." I suggested.
"Yeah, I would like to check that out." Dipper agreed.
"But what if we get bitten, Dipper?!" Mabel shrieked realizing that meant going back in the closet.
"Don't worry, we're going to be protected," I comforted her. "Mostly because I could've been killed!" I raised my bandaged arm up and flailed it around. "Just by this!"
"Kids! I can't find the remote and I refuse to stand up!" Stan shouted. "Kids!"
Dipper stood up boldly. "It's settled then, we go into the closet tomorrow!" He proclaimed proudly.
I sighed. "Dipper, your fly is down."
"Oh, thanks."
(-)
We stood outside the closet, all in long sleeve shirts, jeans, long socks, gloves and sneakers. Armed with brooms.
"On three," I whispered. "One, two, three!"
We yelled and charged into the closet, only to trip over one another and fall on top of cardboard boxes.
"There's nothing here but cardboard boxes," Dipper mumbled as he got up. "How can they're be nothing here?!"
I shrugged. "I don't know, but all I know is, that this plan was a bust, and I don't have another plan."
"I don't have a plan, either."
Mabel grinned and squealed with happiness. "This calls for a stakeout!"
(—)
Time: 10:45 p.m.
Battery life: 96%
Date: 6/01/14
"Okay, it is," I glanced over at Dipper. "Dipper, what time is it?"
"Uh, 10:45?" He guessed.
"10:45, hour 1 of the closet stakeout, and this camera, should record everything that happens during the night. I'm also here with Dipper,"
I pointed the camera at him and he waved. "Hi."
"And Mabel," I pointed my camera at her.
"I'm helping!" She smiled and chuckled.
"Yes, yes you are, now, I'm just gonna," I balanced the camera on a box. "Put this camera, on this box. Ah, there we go!"
I ran back to my sleeping bag, got in, and rolled over onto my stomach. Starfish style.
"Goodnight everyone!" Mabel yelled.
"Goodnight." Dipper and I groaned in unison.
Mabel ran up to the camera with a pink marker in hand, "I'm so gonna write on her face," She whispered.
I sat up in my sleeping bag. "Wait, what?" I asked.
"Nothing!" She slid down onto her sleeping bag, getting under.
I decided to ignore her comment and let myself give into sleep.
(—)
"Clara, Clara." Dipper shook me lightly.
"No, Ms. Kali, I'm not a boy! I'm a girl!"
"Clara!" He shouted.
I popped up in my sleeping bag, my boyishly bed head poking out in every direction. "What the heck, Dipper?! You better have seen the freakin' grim reaper."
He stared for a moment at my change from my usual mood.
"I'm not a morning person, okay?" I sighed.
"Did your teacher really think you were a guy?" He asked.
I groaned. "She called me, Collin, for months," I mumbled. "Then again she was an old bat with terrible eyesight, but never mind that! What happened?"
"I heard something," He explained.
I raised an eyebrow. "That's it? Okay let's check the tape."
After rewinding and a few minutes of fast forwarding, also watching Mabel write in marker across my forehead.
"Mabel!" I shouted. "Gah, it's too early for this!" I went to the bathroom and say the words, da bomb. Written across my forehead in pink, glittery marker.
I muttered to myself, for a few minutes as I tried to wash off the marker in vain. "You've got to be kidding me, Mabel. Why write on my forehead? Why not your brother?"
I continued to try and wipe it off. Then I saw a shadowy figure in the mirror. I paused in fearful silence and sprinted back into the room.
"What happened?" Dipper and Mabel asked in unison.
I panted. "I think I may have found something."
