I'm probably going to rewrite the entire first chapter. Now that I look back, there is so much that I need to change, it's crazy.
(Remind me never to write on mobile again. Some of it just disappeared, so a lot of this is rewritten.)
Pacifica smiled. After almost an hour of arguing, she had finally convinced her uptight parents to let her spend some tine outside, alone.
"It's good for my complexion, and the sunlight helps the blonde dye stay in!" she had argued. She wasn't sure either of those were true, but it seemed to shut the older Northwests up.
One of the house staff approached. "May I escort you out, Ms. Pacifica?" he asked. The question was entirely a formality, but Pacifica appreciated it.
She was glad she got to wear something more casual today. Leggings and a pink tunic were much easier to frolic around in than a tight, itchy dress. Granted, they were still expensive and designer, and she still wasn't allowed to get them dirty, but it still felt liberating.
It was a bonus that an outside eye would have trouble discerning them from a cheap outfit at Walmart. The "commoner" lifestyle had always intrigued Pacifica, and as much as she had to act hostile to them, a part inside of her wished she were middle class like them.
The sunlight streamed from under the birch tree the Northwests had recently had planted outside of their new house, in a rare act of environmentalism. It bathed Pacifica in a golden glow, her skin looking as if it was made for the sun. Her dark blue eyes gleamed in glee.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a large-framed fat man, with a dark red fez on his head. What is Soos doing here?
"Hey dude!" Soos said, in his usual friendly voice. "You got an invite! Dipper and Mabel want you to go to their welcome-back party. It's tomorrow!" He presented a colorful flyer- must have been designed by Mabel- rolled up and fastened by a thin red hair band. Probably one of Melody's. "Whaddya say, dawg? They only invited friends, so you must be pretty special." He had an ever-so-slight grin on his face.
Pacifica stared. Am I really- I thought they hated me! Then again, there's when the old mansion was haunted, and when we all saved the world from that freaky triangle- She suppressed a shiver. Math tutoring had never been the same after Weirdmageddon. "Ugh, tomorrow? I'll barely have time to prepare." She faked a contempt scowl. "Fine. I'll talk it over with my chauffeur." Despite her attempt to sound prissy, an excited glint appeared in her eyes.