"I swear!" said Dipper in an attempt to convince his teacher, "Witches are real! Those people accused of sorcery in the Salem Trials of 1692 really were guilty!"

"Stop trying to be cool" said Mr. Deutscher. "This is history class, not Magick and Monsters. What you are saying is false, and the accusers were crazier than the accused. You may sit back down, Douglas."

Dipper sat back down next to Mabel and lay his head on the desk. He started reading his social studies textbook in order to reread the "Correct" information on the Salem Witch Trials and take notes in order to get the credit for the homework he got a zero in.

Just then, Bess McKinley raised her hand. "Yes?" asked Mr. Deutscher.

"Teacher, I think he may be saying that because he thinks Mrs. Williams is a witch, just like everyone else in her math class!" she said.

Mr. Deutscher gave Dipper a dirty look. "Is that so?"

"No, Mr. Deutscher, she was just misinterpreting things!" Dipper didn't really know what to say, as Mabel had told him not to mention the book to anyone but her.

"Come with me" said Deutscher, and he grabbed Dipper out of his seat and walked him out the door to the Vice Principal's office.

Although Mabel was worried about what would happen to him at first, Dipper was back at second period English with Mr. Gillespie, who was a big jerk. While Mrs. Williams was definitely evil, Mr. Gillespie was just a plain jerk.

Abadeer quickly stood up from his desk after all the students had taken a seat down. "All right class" he spoke loudly, "hand in your reading logs for this weekend's assigned chapter of Lord of the Flies."

Mabel's eyes widened. "Uh oh" she muttered to Dipper, "I didn't read that chapter."

Dipper knew why she didn't read it. "Mabel, I know it makes sense why you won't read it, but you can't literally judge a book by its cover."

"But the severed head on the cover looks too much like Waddles!" she held the book up to Dipper to show him the bloody severed pig head as the cover art. He didn't mind the cover and was eager to read it, but it made sense that his sister wouldn't want to read a book about a pig getting killed.

All the students except Mabel put their reading logs on Mr. Gillespie's desk, but he didn't seem to notice. "Alright class, now who would like to dis-" he was interrupted by a smacking, sloshing, chewing noise in the room, and he could tell who it was. "Mabel Pines, are you chewing on bubble gum?"

"Yes it is!" Mabel stretched the gum out of her mouth.

"Then take it out of your mouth and place it on the end of your nose!"

For the rest of the class, Mabel felt humiliated because everyone could see a wet, pink blob on her nose, but she had to obey the teacher.

"Well, it's time to review!" said Mr. Gillespie. "Now, what is the name of the fair-haired boy, and what is the name of the fatboy?" he decided to pick a random kid in the audience. Noticing Dipper, he asked, "Douglas? How about you?"

Dipper stood up. "Ralph is the boy referred to as the boy with fair hair, while the fatboy's nickname is Piggy." as Dipper was answering, Mabel noticed Mrs. Williams peering through the door window. Raising her hand up, Mrs. Williams levitated the screws out of Dipper's desk, falling on the floor without making a sound. When Dipper sat down, the desk fell apart. "OW!" he shouted. Mr. Gillespie wasn't too happy with this.

"ALL RIGHT!" he terrifyingly yelled, "WHO HERE REMOVED THE SCREWS FROM DOUGLAS'S DESK?!" he walked up to Mabel, who was sitting next to Dipper. "Who took the screws?" he asked. Mabel knew the answer, but she knew he wouldn't believe her.

"Um... I think it was... well..."

Tired of Mabel's hesitation, Mr. Gillespie grabbed her by the collar of her sweater. "I SAID, WHO TOOK THE SCREWS?!"

"It was... It was..." she remembered the girl who had gotten Dipper in trouble, and she wanted to get her revenge on her. "It was Bess McKinley!" she said, pointing to Bess.

"What? What do you mean?" she asked in shock and confusion, "It wasn't me, I swear! I didn't take the screws from Dipper's desk!"

"Yeah, right" said Mr. Gillespie, and he grabbed Bess by the arm and dragged her out of the room. The rest of the class wasn't surprised, as he did this to kids at least twice a week.

Following English class, it was time for third period: Geometry with Mrs. Williams. Dipper and Mabel slowly walked into her classroom, and she stood next to the door to greet the students. When the two walked in, Mrs. Williams said, "Well hello, you two twins." she noticed Mabel's sweater, which made her mad. "Take off your sweater!" she shouted, "Rock and Roll is evil, and it will ruin your brain!"

Mabel was confused by this. "But Mrs. Williams, how is my sweater related to rock music? It's just a floating mouth sticking it's tongue out." of course, when clothes shopping, her mother always chose her sweaters, so it was common for Mabel to not understand the pop culture references on them.

"Excuses, excuses, take it off!" scolded Mrs. Williams, and Mabel obliged, now only left in a white tank top. She grabbed her sweater and ripped it in half with her bare hands.

"And why are you saying Rock and Roll is evil?" Mabel asked again. "Are you still stuck in 1958? Because everyone lis-"

Mrs. Williams grabbed Mabel by the straps of her tank top. She could smell the hag's extremely smelly breath. Did she eat a dead rat or something? "Don't try to out-smart me! Now sit down and engage in the class!"

Dipper and Mabel took out their homework and placed it on the teacher's desk. The homework, or course, was all about the vertexes of triangles. There was never once a day where there would not be at least one triangle discussed in her lessons.

"Today class," said Mrs. Williams, "we are going to start discussing 3-D shapes. As an introduction to this, here is an example of a 3-D shape." she drew a pyramid on the blackboard. Another thing to note was that she was the only teacher to use a blackboard rather than a dry-erase board.

Dipper knew that it was finally time for him to question on why she was so obsessed with making her students learn about triangles. He raised his hand. "Mrs. Williams?"

"Yes, Dipper?" she replied. This shocked him, as none of the other teachers would call him by the name he preferred, as they would always mention him by his real name. In fact, this was the first time Mrs. Williams had mentioned his name.

"Why are you so obsessed with triangles? And second, why are you the meanest to Mabel and I?"

Mrs. Williams suddenly froze for a second before she strictly said, "Dipper. Mabel. See me after class ends."

The two couldn't concentrate for the rest of class. They wondered about why she wanted to meet with them after class was over, and they were impatient to find out. After the class was dismissed, Dipper and Mabel stayed behind, ready to hear Mrs. Williams yell at them for fifteen minutes and tell them not to criticize her lessons.

"You two" said Mrs. Williams, walking up to their desks. "I see you've finally come to question why I'm so obsessed with triangles. Now I demand something from you." she reached her hand out to Dipper. "Give me the books."

Both Dipper and Mabel were shocked. Mabel looked at him in a way to tell him "See? I told you!"
"What?! How do you know? Why do you know I have the three books?" Dipper asked in confusion, surprised. "And why do you want it?"

"Do you know what is short for William?" asked Mrs. Williams, grabbing her long, crooked nose.

It took Dipper a moment to think about it until he made a realization about his geometry teacher. "Wait a minute! William is short for-" just as he was about to say what the name was short for, Mrs. Williams pulled her nose, which pulled off her entire face with it.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Dipper and Mabel screamed in terror as they looked into the eye of Bill.