I have never used a public restroom before.

I have never dealt with the stink, the people, the lack of paper towels, the gross things on the floor. Nasty, gross, things.

I knew eventually I wouldn't be able to hold it any longer, so halfway to Portland I got off for a little while at the Subway and forced myself to go. After that somewhat of an ordeal, I rewarded myself with a sandwich... that... well… um… I have been trying not to be so snotty lately...You know, more like Mabel, positive and fun, but how do I put it... It sucked. Sorry.

The old Pacifica would have hated all of this. She would have snorted, and flipped her hair and made fun of the cashiers outfit and then gone to a five star sushi place instead. I guess I would hate it too, if I wasn't finally free. It still gives me shivers every time I realize it's done. No more uncomfortable, expensive dresses. No more parties. No more bells. No more crying in my massive bedroom completely alone. No more fake friends. No more friends at all actually, but that's okay. I've always been fine on my own.

The old Pacifica is dead. Weirdmageddon made me realize that there are bigger things than myself. Dipper and Mabel made me realize that I'm not just a pretty face. I'm worth something. It sounds sappy, but they changed my life. Mom and Dad wouldn't accept any of it. When I refused to accompany them to one more party like a trophy, they literally had the butler force the dress over my head. Shoved me in the car. Fuck them. If that's all I'm worth to them, then I don't feel bad. I'm done with my parents.

That feeling when I crept out of the house with my bag... Wow. It was so easy. A couple hundred dollars, some clothes, and my phone. I left a note saying I would be safe. I talked to Soos, Mabel and Dipper's friend, before I left. He was able to get me a fake minor's ID through Mr. Pines. He says the old geezer "knows people". He also said Mr. Pines wanted to congratulate me, tell me not to do drugs until I really need to, and to "Find my people" whatever that means.

When I got on the bus that early Friday morning, the Oregon mist pooled at my feet like it wanted me to stay… Or maybe that it just wanted me to remember it. God, this open road makes me nuts.

But, I guess it's better to be nuts than an uptight asshole.

I'm on my way to Portland. My mom's estranged Aunt Jay lives there, somewhere. I'll find her. I'll find my way.

And maybe, I'll find my people.

Author's note

Dang! That was fun! I might just write for Pacifica again! Once again, reviews are greatly appreciated and welcomed, they make me really happy. I wish I could write longer chapters you guys, but this just seems like the right size at the moment. The next chapter… Might be from McGucket's POV. Not sure yet. I still don't know I'll write from Gideon's at all. Robbie doesn't have a ton of material, but I'll scrape something up. The twins will either come last or I may decide not to do them at all and put in some more chapters about Pacifica, Wendy, and Soos. Anyyyway, that's the scoop!

So as the say in Canada, PEACE OOT!