A tear rolled down her cheek as her crush faded away.
As fast as she could she ran back into the woods. Her tear turned to many.
She saw a large house and she new that she was close to home, or at least what she called home ever though it wasn't to her. Where ever she lived it was her house but not her home.
It was large but not as large as her old house. The amout of land that they now owned was cut in half. Other then not haveing as much as she use to she loved her new house.
Without thinking she ran inside and slapped the front door. Her Mom was standing by the stairs and her dad was on the coach reading the newspaper.
When her Dad saw that it was Pacifica he quickly stood up and slapped his newspaper down on the coffee table.
" Pacifica Elise Northwest I can not belive you! You have been completely out of control! Running away to hangout with the riprat! Look up when I'm talking to you!"
She slowly lifted her head up to look at her Father.
In less then a second she had a big red hand mark on her right cheek.
She silently cried more and more. She just stood there and cried for at least a minute before her Dad said, "Now go to your room young lady."
With her head held down she started to walk to the stairs so that she could go to her room. She then saw her Mom's feet and she slowly lifted her head up to look at her Mother's face.
"A real lady does not cry. Now stop crying, stand up straight, and go to your room right now."
"Yes Mother."
As she said that her Mom got out of her way and Pacifica climbed up the stairs.
When she was at the top of the stairs and she know that she was out of her parent's view so she ran to her room, slapped the door, and flopped down on to her bed.
After almost a hour of crying she got up and walked to her full length mirror that stood by a corner in her room. She looked into her mirror and started to talk to her own reflection.
"Why would she love you? No one does and no one ever will. You fucked everything up. You had to listen to your dumb ass parents and now you choose to finally repel against them and now it's too late. You were a horrible person but at least you had everything. Now everyone thinks you still are but this time you have nothing. You're just a dumb bitch!"
As she screamed those last words she at the same time she violently grabbed the mirror and slapped it down on to the floor. It broke in to a hundred pieces. She calmfully reached down and picked up a piece of glass and looked at it. She brought it closer to her arm but then she looked down and saw her broken reflection in the glass on the floor. She slowly took the peice of glass away from her arm and looked back at the glass on the floor.
"What am I doing to yourself? Think of what Mabel would want you to do. What would she do right now if she was in your place"?
She looked around her room for an answer hoping that it was going to pop out. What would Mabel do right now? Talk with her friends? Knit a sweater? Draw a picture? She couldn't do any of those things. She had no friends. She didn't have anything to knit with. She was a horrible drawer. So what could she do?
She kept scanning her room and then her eyes darted to her closet.
She ran to it's door and thrusted it open. Things then started to fly out of it as she looked for what she knew was going to solve her problems with her parents.
Her face light up when she found her suitcase. She then put it on to her bed and flipped it open.
As fast as she could she stuffed it with as many clothes that could fit inside of it.
"If they don't want me here then I'll just go then," she told herself as she quickly zipped up her suitcase.
She opened her window and looked down at the rope ladder that she uses to get in and out of her room without her parents knowing. Because she came in using the front door she forgot to bring it back up into her bedroom so it was still hanging there.
She thought about what she was doing and where she would go. She no longer had any friends so where would she go? What about food, money, and a place to live?
"The Pines!" she said.
She dropped her suitcase out the window and she climbed down the rope ladder. She then ran to the Mystery Shack as fast as she could.
After a long run in the woods she was on the poarch to the Mystery Shack about to knock on the door. She just stood there for at least 10 minutes just thinking about what was going to happen and waiting for the perfect time to knock on the door.
Finally she got the courage to knock on on the door. Right after doing that millions of thoughts started to race around in her head. What would she say? What would they say? You're going to be staying in the same house as you're crush. What if they say no? What going to happen then? You don't have a back up plan. What could you ever do?
Before she had time to answer any of her questions the door opened.
There was Dipper. She didn't know if she was relieved or disporned that it wasn't Mabel.She wanted to see her but she was also afraid of what they would say to each other.
She then said the first thing that popped into her head.
"I need your help."