Pacifica Northwest had been the hottest thing in Oregon since sliced bread.

And of course, being born from a rich family was never a bad thing in her case, especially one that happens to be related to the great founder of the entire town of Gravity Falls, so throughout her life Pacifica had always been given a great deal of attention.

It was obviously easy for the young girl to obtain friends, not make friends.

Obtain them.

Because when your great relative is named the founder of a small town where news spreads quick, you will not go unnoticed. But just because Pacifica had friends, didn't mean they actually liked her. For the most part they just wanted to stay on her good side, because rich kids in small towns have quite a lot of power.

Also due to the fact that Pacifica was always and had always been molded to want. And what ever she wanted, she got with no further questions asked.

And tonight, Pacifica wanted that crown more than anything.

The only reason she even showed up to such a run-down place was because it was where everyone in town was at. And if there's a party, Pacifica will always make sure she'll be the life of it. And what would give her more attention than a huge, shiny, golden crown placed atop the head of the richest kid in Gravity Falls.

In fact, she probably didn't even need to compete for it! She knew no one would be brave enough to try to take that crown from her!

She cooly strutted up to the annoying buck-toothed guy behind the keyboard. Oh, what was his name? Jorge? Not like it mattered anyway. She took a quick glance back to make sure her posse was following close behind. You never know when you need them to help you gang up on an insecure girl.

She took off her shades and casually flipped out her foundation case to make it seem like she wasn't too interested in that party crown.

"I'll take that. Thank you very much..." Pacifica held out her hand impatiently waiting for the crown while making sure she didn't make any sort of eye contact with that buffoon behind the keyboard.

"I can't just give you the crown," The idiot held up the crown.

What? I always get what I want!

"It's sort of a competition thing..." The man said.

With a quick eye roll Pacifica picked up the microphone nearby and clearly spoke into it. She wanted everyone to hear this.

"Honestly, who's gonna compete against me?" She stated confidently into the microphone.

She did a quick turn and her moment just got better.

Of all people to be in her line of vision, it had to be the two biggest rejects of the entire town. Oh, this night was just going to keep getting better and better.

"Fork girl?" She pointed at the short, near-sighted, asian girl with forks taped to each of her fingers.

"Lizard lady?" She laughed, gesturing towards the bigger girl with the deeper voice and the gross reptile on her shoulder.

This would just be too easy!

She let out a loud laugh that echoed throughout the dance floor, she gave a quick glance to make sure her two friends were joining her in her mockery. She turned back around towards the DJ table and held out her hand again, he would definitely give her the crown now! No one would want to be humiliated if they spoke up.

Once again, I get what I wa-

"HEY! I'll compete!" A bushy-haired, brunette girl shouted, appearing out of nowhere.

This chick must be out of her mind! After the display I made, how could she have the audacity...

Before Pacifica could even make one of her cutting remarks, the wide-eyed girl had already turned eagerly toward her with a giant smile spread across her face. She had braces.

Ugh, brace face.

The girl held out her hand excitedly.

"I'm Mabel!"

Like Pacifica was going to play this game fair... HA! There's no way on earth she would shake that girl's hand.

"That sounds like a fat, old lady's name." She replied looking Mabel up and down with her classic smirk growing across her face.

Mabel continued to smile.

"I'll take that as a complement!"

Pacifica didn't even know how to respond to such an odd reply. So, the young blonde just smiled again.

"May the better partier win." Pacifica replied before making a dramatic exit with her posse.

After fading out into the darkness of the crowded dance floor, Pacifica made sure to break away from her small group. She needed to grasp what just happened.

Did someone really just volunteer to compete against her? Who does that?

I've never seen her around here before...

It was true, she knew almost everyone in this town, even if not by name, she could still remember their faces.

But, that girl. Mabel? Never heard of her or seen her before.

Pacifica laughed to herself, no wonder she volunteered to compete! She had no idea who she was dealing with.

And yet she stared deep into the crowd of the dance floor while beats of the dance music drummed throughout her ears. Young Mabel was moving to the sounds, fluid in every beat, her loose sweater hanging to the side and the large loops of the bow on her head bouncing, as if keeping the rhythm of her dance.

Gravity Falls was a nice town, but the people there were not the most appealing. This was one of the things that also had boosted Pacifica's popularity, her looks. She was pretty and she knew it, and she would always tease the young boys who would ask her for her number or to go on a date with them. Truth was, she didn't care for the boys in this town or anyone in this place, really. And she knew Mabel wasn't from this place because she wasn't messed up like everyone here was.

The blonde knew that girl wasn't from here because Mabel was beautiful and Mabel was confident.

And there is only room for one beautiful and confident girl in this town.