I am very sorry for being gone for so long, but I'm hoping to be able to write without becoming busy!


Pacifica and the Pines stayed up all night working on a plan to get her out of the house. It was absolutely foolproof. Her parents wouldn't suspect a thing.

The next morning Pacifica returned home. She walked in and her parents were waiting for her by the doorway.

"WE WERE WORRIED SICK PACIFICA!" Preston said.

"Gone from your bed! Vanished! With no note or anything!" Priscilla said.

"I'm sorry. I went on a morning walk," Pacifica replied nonchalantly.

"At 5 a.m.?" Preston asked.

"Yes. I have to look good for my new husband don't I?" Pacifica asked.

Priscilla and Preston stared at their daughter for a moment before erupting in exciement.

Priscilla clapped her hands and cheered. "Oh, how glad I am that you're finally on board, sweetheart! Especially after your little performance last night." She rolled her eyes, then went back to being in a joyous mood. "Well, we must put you in a lot of makeup, my sweet to cover that bruise you have under your eye. Did you perhaps trip on your walk?"

Pacifica fought very hard not to roll her eyes. "Why do I need to put on makeup, mother?"

"Well, the Avalons are coming back!"

"WHAT?!" Pacifica yelled.

"Young ladies do not yell, Pacifica," Preston said. Pacifica looked over at him and he was already sitting in his usual chair in the family room, reading the paper with a cigar in his hand. "Especially young ladies of your status."

"Oh, Preston. You're so funny. Now, my dear, Jackson Avalon will propose to you again tonight. And you will say yes. The party next week will be your engagement celebration!" Priscilla said. "The servant that always helps you-"

"Ella, mother."

"Oh, phooey. Yes, Ella, will help you get ready in an hour or two. Now, we had the cooks prepare you something that will hold you over for the evening, but not make you look chubby. No good husband will want his wife to look chubby, now will he?"

"Of course not, mother," Pacifica said.

"Oh, how I hate it that you call me mother. Why don't you call me Mama like you used to?" Priscilla asked.

"You told me young ladies don't call their mothers that."

Priscilla paused. "Did I?"

"Yes."

"Well, that is a very true thing. Young ladies don't call their mothers that. Now, the cooks have made you your favorite."

Pacifica's mind flashed of chocolate cakes or some ice cream.

"They have made you some salad."

Pacifica sighed. She had always despised salad, but her mother's voice rang through her ears. "A young lady must always enjoy a meal, no matter if she hates it or not." She smiled when she remembered she never had to think about being a young lady after tonight. But for now, she would play along.

"Yes mother. Of course I would love some salad."

"Splendid! Now, let us eat! We don't want you to starve to death while you get engaged. Young ladies-"

"Must never look too skinny or too fat. Skinny would be preferable though," Pacifica finished.

Priscilla smiled. "I'm so glad you're learning. Now, go eat so the servant-"

"Ella."

Priscilla rolled her eyes. "Yes, ELLA! So that this ELLA that you're so obsessed with bringing up can do you makeup."

"Well, technically, mother, you're the one who keeps bringing her up," Pacifica said and instantly regretted it. She knew what sarcasm would do in this house. She looked at her father nervously.

But Preston was too invested in his story in the newspaper to care about the snark his daughter gave to his beloved wife.

"Oh, who cares if I bring her up? I'm allowed to, she works in my house. Preston!"

Preston looked up. "Yes, dearest?"

"Get one of the servants to prepare Pacifica and I some tea in the drawing room."

Preston rolled his eyes. "Yes, my dear." He stood up and left.

"I have a present for you. But first, go eat your salad!" Priscilla said, and followed her husband.

Pacifica sighed. She walked into the dining room, saw a bowl with some salad in it, sat down and started eating it. She grabbed her phone and saw a few text messages:

"Can I beat them up already?"-Stan.

"I heard my brother would like to beat up your parents. While I usually don't agree with violence, I think I'd like to give them a punch or two."-Ford.

"They are in desperate need of some rainbows."-Mabel.

But perhaps Pacifica's favorite text was the one from Dipper.

"I hope you know that you're very brave to be doing this. Good job. Especially living with those terrible people for twenty years."

She smiled and ate some of her salad, trying not to gag.


"This is a hearing device. You set it up and we'll be able to hear everything that you hear. You, however, will not be able to hear us," Ford told Pacifica right before she left.

"And you're absolutely positive that this will work?" Pacifica asked, setting up the device.

"Positive," Dipper said, smiling at her. "Ford's inventions always work."

"I hope so," Pacifica said.

"We've just gotta make sure that you get out of there safely," Ford said. "That means stay on your best behavior, no matter what they say."

"Got it."

"Good luck, kiddo," Stan said.

"You got it bestie!" Mabel said.

Pacifica chuckled, then got on her bike and rode away.


"This...dress...is...too...TIGHT!" Pacifica yelled. Ella was fitting a dress on her, and it didn't fit at all.

"You think?!" Ella asked. She finally got it to fit. "I can't believe your mother gave you this as a present. It doesn't fit!"

Priscilla walked in. "I heard yelling."

"It was me mother. This dress is too tight." Pacifica looked at herself in the mirror. Even if it were too tight, it was very pretty. She hoped it didn't get ruined during their plan.

It was a bright pink dress with ruffles all over. The neck line went down at a nice length and the whole dress was floor length. It was wavy and made Pacifica look very beautiful.

"But it looks so nice, Pacifica. Jackson Avalon will be lucky to have you," Priscilla said. "He's very invested in you. If he were a normal kind of man he would've walked away as soon as you turned him down yesterday.

"Oh, I was just very, very nervous, mother. But I promise you, tonight will go very smoothly," Pacifica said, almost grinning at herself.

"Well, I shall leave you two be. Remember, Tella-"

"Ella."

"PACIFICA NORTHWEST!" Priscilla yelled. She took a deep breath. "You will need to learn to not correct people so much. It is getting very annoying, if I am to be frank with you."

"My apologies, mother."

"Anyways, ELLA, remember that the makeup will need to be showy, but not too showy. And make sure none gets on the dress. It's a family antique." And with that Priscilla walked out of the room.

Pacifica felt her phone buzz. She checked it and saw Dipper had texted her, "Always a fine woman, Priscilla Northwest." She chuckled.

"I do not understand what that device you have on is for," Ella said. "It made it ten times harder to put on the dress."

Pacifica looked at Ella. "Oh, Ella, it's for... my..." She checked her phone and saw Ford had texted her something. "My diabetes! Yes, my diabetes."

"Diabetes?" Ella asked. "Since when did you have that?"

"Oh, don't be so nosy Ella." Pacifica saw the hurt look on Ella's face and sighed. "I've had it since I was a child, but my parents didn't want to treat it because there is a device that goes with it, but I decided that since I'm twenty, I can make my own decisions, so I got one today."

"When did you do that?"

"It was during my morning walk. It was actually to get that. But please, don't talk to my parents about it. They are embarrassed by it, so."

"I see. Well, I need to go get some more makeup. I'll be back, Ms. Northwest," Ella said and left the room.

"Dodged a bullet there, guys," Pacifica said. The group sent back thumbs up emojis.


Pacifica, Priscilla, Preston, Jackson, Whitney, and David sat in the drawing room.

"Servants, get us some tea!" Priscilla yelled.

"Oh, mother, I don't think it's necessary," Pacifica said.

Prisiclla put on a fake smile and pinched Pacifica on the arm while the rest of the room wasn't looking. "My dear Pacifica, you are so silly. Of course we will need some tea."

"My apologies," Pacifica said.

"So, Jackson, what do you do for fun?" Preston asked.

"I go horseback riding, archery, and painting in my free time," Jackson said.

"Though, we disagree with the painting. A fine young man doesn't usually paint, now does he, Jackson?" Whitney asked. She gave Jackson a look Pacifica was all too familiar with. A look her mother gave her.

"You paint?" Pacifica asked.

Jackson nodded. "I love to do portraits."

"I love painters," Pacifica said.

"I could show you some of my pieces if you would like," Jackson said.

"I would like that very much," Pacifica lied.

"Ooh, tea!" Priscilla said. Ella sat down a tray of tea and cookies and left the room. Priscilla looked at Pacifica. "Pour us some tea, sweetheart."

Pacifca started pouring everyone tea and handing it out as the adults began talking again.

"Jackson recently graduated from Yale. He majored in business economics," Whitney said.

"Oh, that's fascinating, Jackson," Priscilla said.

"Very fascinating," Pacifica said, finishing pouring everyone tea. "Now, Jackson, did you want to major in business economics, or did your mother and father force you to?"

Whitney gasped. "How dare you, little girl?"

"You little shit," Priscilla whispered to Pacifica. She turned back to the Avalons with a fake smile. "She must be joking. Pacifica loves to joke, don't you?"

"No, I'm being serious. Did your mother and father tell you do to business economics, or did you actually want to?" Pacifica asked.

"They... they heavily encouraged it, but I chose my major. I don't know why you would care, as you would be staying home after we get married," Jackson said.

"Married?" Pacifica asked, playing dumb. "What makes you think we're getting married, Jackson?"

"Pacifica Elise Northwest, stop this at once!" Preston said.

"Mr. and Mrs. Northwest, your daughter is being extremely disrespectful. I say that we back out of the plan until she learns how to behave herself!" David said.

"What plan?" Pacifica asked.

"Nothing you need to worry yourself with," Priscilla said.

Suddenly, someone walked in.

"Pizza delivery!" the person said.

"In the drawing room!" Pacifica yelled.

The person walked in. The pizza delivery man was Dipper in disguise. Thankfully, Pacifica's parents hadn't seen him in years, and didn't recognize him.

"I've got to pepperoni pizzas," Dipper said. "Who's paying?"

Preston stood up to pay, but Pacifica sighed. "Father, I'll pay. After being so disrespectful, it's the least I could do," Pacifica said.

"Fine," Preston said. "But afterwords, we will be having a chat."

Pacifica nodded. "Got it."

She lead Dipper to another room.

"Alright, what are we doing now?" Pacifica asked.

"Well, you're going to say that you'll be gone another minute as I open the door. Then you'll walk out and close it," Dipper said. "Grunkle Stan and Ford have a car waiting. We stole it from the pizza place so we have to get it back."

Pacifica glared at him. "You stole it?"

"Maybe. How else was I supposed to rescue you?" Dipper asked.

"So what happens when they figure out I'm gone?"

"They will probably send out a missing persons report. Then you'll have to go to the police and say that you're not missing and that you're moving out."

"Okay."

"Got your bag?" Dipper asked.

She pulled it out from behind a chair. She opened it and made sure that everything was still in there; winter clothes; summer clothes; a bathing suit; a few books. "Yep."

They walked towards the front door.

"Thank you, ma'am," Dipper said.

"Thank you, sir," Pacifica said.

He opened the door.

"PACIFICA, GET BACK IN HERE!" Priscilla yelled.

"I'll be back in a minute! Gotta make sure all of the pizza is there!" Pacifica said.

"I don't know why we ordered pizza," Pacifica heard Preston say.

"I love pizza myself," Jackson said.

"Come on," Dipper whispered.

Pacifica looked back in the direction her parents were in. She shed a tear. "Goodbye," she said, and took the first step into her new life.

Dipper closed the door and they ran towards the car. They both jumped in the backseat and Stan drove off.