Dipper Pines left the room without looking back. Pacifica couldn't register what just happened. Did he just ignore a Northwest? She turned around and saw a sea of eyes staring back at her. She flicked her perfect hair and began walking. The silence slowly drifted back to normal conversation.

"Stupid Pines," Pacifica thought as she made her way back to her table. "He should feel lucky that I even decided to talk to him."

When she got back to her table, Marius shifted uncomfortably. "What?" Pacifica snapped. Marius looked at her slightly worriedly. Realising that she was acting irrationally, Pacifica reached out to hold her boyfriend's hand. "I wouldn't have done that if it wasn't for the Pines boy."

The corner of her boyfriend's mouth lifted upwards. "Ah, yes. You definitely showed him," his voice had a heavy Austrian accent, but she could tell that it was tinged with sarcasm. Pacifica didn't say anything. "Look," Marius continued after noticing her silence. "Maybe he was being correct to tell you to go away. After all, you were not exactly kind to him recently. Or ever, actually."

"Well, a nerd like him should've figured out that I was trying to apologise."

"Ja, ja. But maybe it is better to leave him alone. You're already perfect." Marius let go of Pacifica's hand to continue eating.

"I agree," came a voice from across the table. It was Tiffany, a girl who had been dyeing her hair magenta since 4th grade or something. "I think the less we associate with losers like him, the more they think we're gods!" She and another girl laughed at the end of the sentence. It sounded horrible.

Nonetheless, Pacifica smiled lightly. "Yeah, you guys are totally right. Why would anyone need to talk to a low-life like Pines?" Even as she said that she could feel the eyes of Mabel Pines on her. She flicked her hair and tried to ignore the feeling of guilt building up in her chest. Why should she feel guilty? Dipper wasn't listening, so she could say whatever she wanted to!

For the rest of lunch, Pacifica talked to the people on her table - calling them friends would be overestimating their worth. They talked about how useless some of their teachers were, and how others would give them too much homework. Nobody mentioned Dipper Pines, thank goodness for that. But as Pacifica left the lunchroom with Marius, she turned to take a look at Dipper's sister. Their eyes met. There was something in Mabel's eyes that tore down all the walls that Pacifica had built within her, allowing guilt to flow through her body.

Mabel looked away.

"And so," Mr. Trembley droned on. "The revolutionaries turned the tides of the war. Without the brilliance of the American tactics, this country would not be what it is today!" He paused as if expecting applause for his lecture. He didn't get any. Unaffected by this, he handed out a few papers to work on until the end of the lesson. Pacifica scanned the text and began answering the questions. It was multiple-choice; easy.

She felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Looking at the back of Mr. Trembley's head, Pacifica reached for her phone and checked the message. It was her dear cousin, Gideon. Rolling her eyes, she read the message from the lock screen: What on earth am I hearing? Apparently, you've been talking to Dipper Pines! Your parents would kill you if they caught you talking to losers like him.

Pacifica ignored the text and went back to work. The second part of the questions needed paragraphs. She began writing down her answers when she felt another text: I know you read that last text. What was he, psychic? Pacifica sighed and put her phone back. She was almost done with her work. Gideon could wait. She finished her work and looked at the clock. Ten minutes until the lesson was over, I might as well.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket again.

Yes, I needed to tell him something. He didn't even let me speak anyway.

Gideon replied almost instantly. What did you need to tell him?

Doesn't matter. I'm in class.

You're a nerd. You've already finished working. He's definitely psychic.

Shut up. I just don't wanna deal with you right now.

Just remember, we don't associate with Dipper Pines.

And what about your precious Mabel? Pacifica knew about her cousin's crush on the female twin, and she knew that it wound him up. But Gideon didn't reply.

Sighing, she put her phone away and raised her hand. Mr. Trembley didn't seem to notice, he was too busy staring at the computer screen as if he just discovered a strange futuristic device. Old people. Pacifica coughed to get Mr. Trembley's attention. The teacher snapped out of his trance and looked at her. "Yes, Ms. Northwest?"

"What other work is there to do?"

Golf.

Pacifica steadied her club and eyed the red flag. She lifted her club and swung, hitting the golf ball perfectly, landing it on the green. "Ah, very good. Very good!" Sergei the golf coach took her club and guided her toward the green.

Pacifica felt the evening breeze brushing against her arms. The summer was quickly becoming autumn, meaning that the golfing season was almost over. Pacifica knew that also meant that she would need to go back home earlier. Not good. She ignored her pestering thoughts and focused on the golf ball. She reached out her hand, and Sergei handed her the golf club. She swung, slightly lighter this time, almost hitting the flag. She grunted slightly in disapproval, but Sergei did not seem disheartened by her shot. "You only improve, Ms. Northwest. Soon you will only make hole-in-ones!"

"Of course I will, I'm a Northwest. Take my club, Sergei."

As she made her way towards the golf ball again, her thoughts roamed back to what she said to Dipper. At least my father still talks to me, her mind echoed. She shouldn't have said that. Why did she say that? She felt the guilt creeping back up. It was definitely too far. But Dipper wouldn't accept an apology, not from her at least. And Pacifica was taught not to apologise to lower people.

Show them a goddess, and they will worship you, came her father's voice. But show them a human, and they point out your flaws. Apologies were admitting flaws. A sign of the weaker person. And Pacifica Northwest was not weak.

She swung the club one more time, this time only hitting it just enough so that the golf ball rolled into the hole. Three hits. Not perfect.

Pacifica rested her purse on the dressing table. She reapplied her make-up and made sure there were no wrinkles or spots visible. Once satisfied, she made her way downstairs. Dinner was waiting. She sat down at one end of the table and looked at the empty chairs in front of her. She never understood why they needed a table this large, especially if she and her parents were the only people that ever used it.

Dinner arrived before either of her parents did. Her mother was at a photo shoot, definitely spending more time than necessary, and her father was at one of his business firms. She was the only Northwest in the mansion. She ate in silence.

"Do you need anything, ma'am?" one of the servants asked once she finished eating. He resembled a monkey, but she never told him that. Pacifica shook her head and left the table with a quiet "thank you".

She walked up the grand staircase, looking at the paintings of the Northwest family successes. Giving to charities, protecting the poor, building schools... her parents seemed so different. They cheated and lied and stole. And yet people worshipped the family, it was as if the town was being fed a lie about the brilliance of the Northwests. The only true good Northwests were Pacifica's ancestors, at least that's what the paintings suggested.

She looked back down the staircase at the entrance hall. It was empty. Her parents wouldn't be home for a while. Her servants were nowhere in sight, but she knew they would come the second she needed them. But as far as she could tell, she was alone.

Shaking away her thoughts, she continued climbing the stairs and made her way to her room. The corridors were empty, apart from a few servants that bowed to her as she passed them. It was getting dark, and the sunset glowed through the windows of the mansion. The best view of the town was in Pacifica's room, so Pacifica began walking faster to reach her room in time to see the sunset. Running was unladylike.

The sunset turned the sky shades of pink, orange, and blue as the sun slowly descended behind the hills. The valley slowly darkened, the last chirps of birds rang through the evening as the whole town fell under the spell of the night. As the sky turned from blue to black, the town of Gravity Falls began glowing. The lanterns and neon signs suggested that the nightlife had begun. The forest surrounding the town was almost completely dark, almost as if the town was hidden away from the rest of the world. The silhouette of an abandoned train track ran between two mountains on the other side of the town. Pacifica could almost hear the laughs and chatter of the townspeople as their voices were carried by the wind.

Pacifica wished she could join them but she was only allowed out if it was for a public show or school. Even then, she was normally being watched. She never got any freedom, unless she was in her room. Being rich and popular isn't just fun and games. Her parents needed her to be the best daughter, which meant that there was no room for mistakes. A Northwest had to be strong, smart, talented, and of course beautiful. Pacifica sighed and stepped away from the window. She looked at the grand piano in her room.

She sat on the stool and began to play. A sweet, simple melody. She closed her eyes and let her fingers flow naturally, allowing them to move up and down the scales to produce music.

For the rest of the night, the empty mansion was filled with nothing but the sound of piano keys.

Hey guys! That's another chapter for you there.

This was a slightly harder chapter to write. I don't golf, so I wasn't exactly sure how to say specific words. However, I did manage to use a semi-colon. Somebody message me if I used it incorrectly.

Also, don't text in class.

I'm really glad you guys seem to like this story! Thank you to those of you who have sent some comments about what you think of the story, I hope you guys enjoy what I have planned. Some of you have mentioned that it might be harder to involve certain characters in a story. Don't worry, I know how this story will play out. So I guess you all just have to wait and see what happens!

I still don't own the characters.

Until next time!