The song for the chapter: Chocolate Jackalope by Dance Gavin Dance

Wendy and her mom arrive at their new home in Amity Park when the sun is setting. It was a red and white painted house about two-story-high and a tree in front of the window. Rhonda drives the car in the house driveway. She and Wendy get with her luggage in hand, and she looks at her new home.

"So Wendy, what do you think?" said Rhonda

"It's okay, I guess," said Wendy

"Just wait until you see the inside,"

Wendy and her mom went inside of the house. Wendy looked to see her mom got many fancy and expensive furniture in the living room and dining room. Wendy gawks at her from the inside of her mom's house.

"What kind of job does she have to afford all of this?" Wendy thought as she saw in the living room was a nine-inch flat-screen TV.

"All right, Wendy, your room is in the third room next to the hallway closet, and it has all your stuff that is shipped from Gravity Falls," said Rhonda

"What kind of job do you have?" said Wendy

"Oh, I've been a flight attendant for a couple of years but don't worry. I'm taking a job as a travel agent so that way I won't be leaving town as much, I regularly do,"

"That's nice," and Wendy thought, "like I care if you aren't around here,"

"I didn't get anything from the grocery store, so we'll be ordering pizza anything you want,"

"Pepperoni and bacon,"

"Sounds good. I'll have that as well," Rhonda pulls out her phone. "Anything else you like to ask?

"No, I'm good; I'll just head to my room,"

"Alright then,"

Wendy POV

I go up the stairs to my room. I look at the pictures that were on the wall as I go up the stairs. Most of them were pictures of nature and city views, no image of our family figures she didn't. I couldn't get read on my mom on who she is. I expected some stereotypical evil mom from some Disney movie or some lousy family drama, but she is like a decent person so far. I'm not falling for any tricks she comes up with to get back in my good graces for not being in my life. I came to my room where mom told me where it is and open to see boxes and fortunes like a silver bed, lamp desk, and dresser with a Tv on top of it. I sat down my luggage next to the door and sat down on the bed, and I looked to the window to see the night skies. I should try to give this place a chance. If I'm going to be here, I get up and start to unpack my stuff from the boxes and luggage and place them around the room.

I found one of Mable's sweaters she made me from last Christmas. I should tell those two lovable dorks that arrive in town, then I saw a picture of my family, and I started to tear up but wipe the tears away. I'm trying to stay strong for them. I placed them on the dresser and then went through my boxes to finish up. Next was my clothes. When I got to the bedroom closest, I heard.

"Meow,"

The heck was that cat? Does mom have a cat? If she does or I hear things, but if mom does have a cat, then there will be a bit of a problem because I'm not the biggest cat fan in the world. Then I heard my mom calling me from downstairs before I could see what is in the closet

"Wendy pizza is here!" said my mom

I came out of my room and went downstairs. I saw my mom at the front door with the pizza guy who happens to be around my age who was tall, lean, and he had black hair and blue eyes. He looked pretty cute. Then hear the two of them talking to each other.

"So how much do I owe?" said mom

"About $ 21.50," said the pizza boy

Mom went into her pocket and pulled out some money for the pizza and hands it to the pizza boy "here you go,"

"Thanks, Mrs," the pizza boy hands mom the pizza, and he walks off the front porch, and she closes the door.

Mom took the pizza into the dining room, and we ate from there. It was quiet for the most part, so I asked mom.

"Do you have a cat in the house?"

"No, why?"

"I heard some meowing in my closet,"

"Oh, that must be from outside, Wendy. Some stray cats are running around this part of the neighborhood,"

"Then how about ghosts?"

"Ghosts?"

"Yeah, I heard this town is chock-full of ghosts,"

"Well, I haven't seen any ghost well; I'm at the house. I'm sure they just made that up to boost touring here,"

"Okay then,"

"By the way, school is coming up, but I thought you need more time to adjust so you won't be going to the first day back,"

"Thanks,"

"No problem,"

After dinner, I went back to my room to text Dipper and Mabel that I arrived in Amity Park then heard a meow in the closest I got to know what's in there, so I opened the closet door to see the light green color, red-eye floating cat in the closet.

"Holy shit," I out loud.

I have no idea what to do right now. I'm facing a ghost cat. At my closest, the cat is looking at me and smiling. I don't have my Ax with me, so I got to back away quickly. But things couldn't be stranger when the cat opens its mouth.

"Hello, human girl, nice to meet you," said the cat

Great, I'm dealing with a talking ghost cat that sounds like an eight-year-old Irish boy. My life couldn't be more complicated and strange at this point.

"Do you have any fish with you by any chance?" the cat said

"Um, No," I said

"Oh, then do you want to be my friend?"

"...sure."

"Great, my name is Finn. What yours?"

"Wendy,"

"Nice to meet you, Wendy; I hope we can be great friends,"

Now I'm friends with the ghost cat named Finn, and what else is going to be happening while I'm living here.