HAT: Alright, speeding this up a tiny bit more, probably, but there's plenty of story left and don't sorry, Dipper and Mabel will come in soon... ish... haven't even written that far yet, but I will. For now, enjoy!
(Edited) - for me to keep track of where I am on editing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls and it's characters because if I did the heads would be slightly more proportioned (on the children since the adults are pretty much proportioned right).
"Pacifica... Pacifica! I promise if I have to say your name one more time I'm taking that bear and-"
Stanford didn't even get the chance to finish his threat because Pacifica had sat up immediately despite how sleep still fogged her mind. "I'm up..."
The man sighs and grabs her back pack. "Get changed and come downstairs for a quick bowl of cereal, we're running a little behind schedule. I've already got your lunch packed, I'm just gonna put it in your backpack."
"O-okay," she replies with a yawn.
"If you're not down in five minutes I'm gonna take the bear."
She glares at him, but gets up and goes to the dresser where her new clothes are. She pulls out a pair of blue jeans and a nice hot pink shirt and pulls them on before she takes a look at her hair. It looks like one of McGucket's raccoons were playing with it.
I don't care, I refuse to go to school looking like this, she thinks as she grabs her brush and starts going through it as fast as possible. It was a painful process, but she managed to get it semi-tame so she grabs a hot pink scrunchie and pulls her hair into a high ponytail. When she's satisfied she pulls on her white sneakers and runs down the stairs just in time to see Stanford climbing them.
"I'm ready," she says in a matter-of-fact tone and squeezes past him on the staircase. "How long do I have to eat?"
"Two minutes," Stanford answers.
"'Ford! Where's Pep?!" Stanley calls.
"On her way there! I'm putting her bag in the car!"
"Okay!"
Pacifica makes her way to the kitchen and sees a bowl of soggy Lucky Charms waiting for her. She scarfs it down anyway- having eaten worse- and puts the dish in the sink before rushing out the door where Stanford stands playing with his keys.
"'Bout time!" he grunts and looks at his clock. "Let's hurry up."
She gets in the back seat and Stanley gets in the driver's seat. "Um... Mr. Pines..."
"Yes?" both answer, turning to look at her.
"Okay, we need to come up with something for me to call both of you, but other than that... shouldn't he be driving?" She asks, gesturing to Stanford since she- and every person in Gravity Falls- knows how dangerous the man behind the wheel currently is on the road.
"If you wanna be late."
"He's got a point," Stanford shrugs. "I actually follow the law."
"Most of the time," Stanley adds as he pulls out of the driveway and zooms out.
He's gonna kill me! Pacifica thinks with her heart beating erratically.
Eight minutes was all it took for them to pull up to the front of the school and she was shivering and unable to move for several moments.
"I'll pick you up after school," Stanford assures.
Stanley scoffs. "I'm not that bad... Better get going, you're gonna be late."
"Have a good day, Pep!" They both say and she snaps out of her stupor and glares at them.
"Stop calling me that," she grunts as she grabs her backpack and exits the car.
She walks into the school and finds a woman with white-blond hair standing there with her hair in a neat bun and wearing a dress-suit- the principle she recalls.
"Hello, you're Pacifica Pines?" The woman asks, her gaze judgmental since she knows who the blond is- was.
"Yes, ma'am," Pacifica nods.
"I'm Ms. Williams. This will be your schedule," she says handing the girl to the piece of paper. "I'll be taking you to your first class."
"Yes, ma'am."
Pacifica follows Ms. Williams to her first class- Aerospace. She doesn't know why she's in that class, but she's not going to argue over it. She did say she didn't care what classes she had for electives just so long as it isn't sports. There are few people in the hallways, but all eyes are on her- Pacifica Northwest who was supposedly sent to boarding school three months ago.
Won't they be surprised when they find out I'm a Pines now.
Ms. Williams opens the door and there are about ten other kids in the classroom whose eyes are all on her- one of them Mabel's friends, Lollipop?- and in the front of the room is a tall African American with tan slacks, dark brown dress shoes, a brown sweater, and glasses- the teacher.
"Mr. Roberts, this is Pacifica Pines, your newest student."
The students stare in shock, but Mr. Roberts stays composed and gives Pacifica a kind smile and speaks with a soothing, deep voice. "Come in, come in. I've got the papers for your guardian to sign right here." She walks over to him and takes the papers from him. "Turn them in tomorrow for a free 100."
"Yes, sir," she replies and gets a sweat in the back of the class, but that doesn't seem to stop them from turning to look at her.
Great...
-AT THE END OF THE DAY-
School is a terrible place.
All day the other students completely avoided her and made her an outsider while coming up with vicious rumors about her and why she was going to public school under the last name Pines. Even the two girls that she'd once called her friends made fun of her and helped come up with the vicious rumors. She was late to every class because no one would show her where her next class was and if they did they led her to the wrong one. She ended up eating lunch in the corner of the cafeteria so she wouldn't have to interact with the other students. Even a majority of teachers treated her like she was trash now that the Northwests can't protect her and took their anger at the ones that gave her their genes out on her.
It's no fair!
Life isn't fair.
Stanley's words hit her like a ton of bricks. Despite how everyone wishes life isn't fair. Granted people are the reason that life isn't fair and they could make it fair if they at least tried, but that wasn't going to happen in this lifetime or any time soon.
So now she sits on the school steps with her backpack in place and her hands stuffed in her pockets while waiting for her ride to come pick her up. Some kids are getting on the bus and others are also waiting for their parents, but most are talking merrily with their friends while the rare few are simply looking for their ride.
When she sees both Stans' car she rushes forward to keep from being around her peers anymore. Stanford points for her to get in the back seat and she gets in without any hesitation and buckles up as quickly as humanly possible.
Stanford drives off and asks, "How was your first day of school?"
"Great," she scoffs sarcastically and turning to look out her window.
He lets out a heavy sigh. "What happened?"
"Nothing," she snaps.
"No need for that," he assures with a tone that's supposed to be soothing, but for some reason grates on her nerves.
"Can I go to the junkyard?"
"Don't you have homework?"
"Mostly my guardian does, but yeah, a little," she answers.
"Then after you get your homework done."
She lets out an irritable sigh. "I can do it there."
He lets out a laugh. "Yeah, so you can use the excuse, 'a raccoon stole my homework' tomorrow? No, thank you. Homework first, then junkyard."
Pacifica never thought that that sentence would make sense in life and be used so casually. Still, she huffs and pouts in the backseat while refusing to look at the man.
"C'mon, Pep, get a little peppy! You got the worst over with," he says with an optimistic tone that does not seem to fit him.
Maybe it did at one time, but optimism is not something Pacifica associates with this Stan- the other one at times, but not this one.
"Oh, uh- Dipper and Mabel are moving here in about a month or two- depending on how it goes down in Piedmont," he offers.
"Great, two more people to ignore me," she grumbles under her breath.
The rest of the ride is silent and she ends up putting her papers that have to be signed by Stanley on the table before going up to the attic to avoid any questions on how her day went from either Stanley or Soos, who happened to be in the room. She'd rather get her homework out of the way so that she can go see McGucket- after all, she feels better when she's around him. Sure, he tries to keep her ladylike and has a few restrictions, but he's familiar and she knows him better than the Pines or their employees- one of which it too irritating- so many questions.
Later that evening when Pacifica is petting McGucket's raccoon wife that rests in her lap and voices how terrible her day was.
"Did ya honestly expect any less?" McGucket asks.
She sighs. "No... but I didn't expect it to go like this! Even the teachers..." she takes a moment to breathe and recollect herself so that she can speak calmly. "Even the teachers treat me like I'm trash. They're only doing that because they hate my them."
"I know it's hard, but it'll get easier to deal with in time."
"Well, there's that at school and Mr. Pines-"
"Which one?"
"Stanford," she states and continues on as if she had never been interrupted, "who constantly asks me questions and answers my questions with questions. The other Mr. Pines isn't all that bad, but sometimes his jokes are a little over my head."
"Don't pay them any mind. Fer naow you have an ed'jacation ta get an' ya don't wanna mess that up... speaking' of which, 'bout time ya went home."
"Can't I stay the night here?"
"Ya don't got nothing here fer school," he counters and takes his "wife" from her. "I think that's the car right there... yep, best git ta gittin'."
"Bye, McGucket," she says, waving to him before running out to get in the car.
Stanley waves at McGucket and drives away while asking, "Enjoy the junkyard today?"
"Yeah. We had to run from a bunch of angry raccoons, but it was fun," she informs, a broad grin on her face.
"I don't see how... oversized rats..."
"That's what I call some of them! The ones that take the stuff out of my hands," she informs.
He chuckles. "You sure you're not part Pines? You're startin' to sound like me."
"Nature vs. Nurture could have something to do with that," she points out, sounding more like Stanley than she ever wanted to.
"Aaand now you sound like Poindexter," he grunts. "Well, if you start eating like a real pig, I'm gonna say Fiddlesticks had something to do with it."
"Or you," she murmurs with a smirk.
"Hey, I'm the only one that can make smart aleck-y comments!"
She laughs. "I thought you liked my smart aleck-y comments?"
"Only when they're not aimed at me."
She giggles. "Yeah, that's when they're acceptable."
"Just for that you're getting extra hair in your food tonight."
HAT: And there's her first day of school! I'm really impatient and didn't go that in depth because there's more that is to come.
Wendy: Dude, where am I?!
HAT: Minor character in the entire fixation on Pacifica, but you'll come in after.. two? Three chapters? I don't know anymore, all of them are blurring together.
Wendy: *narrows eyes* Are you alright?
HAT: NO! The person on my TV is stupid and is about to cheat on her husband and he's the protagonist and then there's this thing and the female protagonist is in deep, it's getting sooo intense...
Wendy: Dude, that sounds like it. What is it?
HAT: Technical Difficulties (AKA Complications). It's so... interesting... WHY AM I WATCHING THIS?!... *whimpers* I don't need anymore in my life... and then I'm totally sucked into Monster Falls-
Wendy: What?
HAT: Nothing (and GarGrunkle is way cool), anyway can you say it- These amateurs!- um... please, Wendy?
Wendy: Huh? Oh, yeah. Uh, review, dudes. *watches show with HAT* Yo, everyone knows not to leave a hostage with scissors when they have one hand free... *shakes head* These two really don't know what they're doing. *quiets down and continues to watch*
(Literally watched the show while I was writing this)