Chapter 2

Pacificas P.o.V

I had packed my bag. Wearing a long jeans, a top with a Long Shirt over it and a Warm Jacket I write a letter for my parents.

Dear Mom, Dear Dad.

Whas I telling them that I love them? No. It has to be more dramatic.

After a half hour I am finally ready.

Preston and Priscilla,

I wrote this letter because I run away. I can`t live here anymore. I go. I hope we never see again.

Pacifica.

That is dramatic enough. With my dresses I make a rope. I climbe out the window, run throw the Gate, open it, go throw it, close it and run over the street. With a last

Eye on the house, I say goodbye to my old life.

I walk in the night. Sometimes I have to hide in the Woods because a car was driving or some one was talking. If I want to get away from the Northwest I have to look forward.

Yes, away from the Northwest. I am not a Northwest anymore. I changed my name, or at least just delted my last two names.

I have no Idea were to go. 2 Things I know for sure. I couldn`t go to places were my parents would search for me, and I couldn`t go in a hotel. A car is driving, I hide in the woods, but fell on a rock. My knee burns for pain and blood run over my leg. Just then I hear a voices. ,,There was something." It says. I knew this voices, this was this crazy reporter without being a real reporter. I run in to the trees, deep in a shadow. I walk in the shadow. Suddenly there was a voices. ,,Pacifica Darling come back." My mother yell. Wait, my Mother, this couldn`t be. ,,Child come back." My father now yells. What? ,,Darling come back we love you." My mother yells again. Ok, I run, away from the voice, this weren`t my parents, they would never say, that they love me, they had never, they will never. I run and fell over stones. My legs hurt. With every step I get away from that voice. I fell again. Standing again I look up. There I see a light. Walking closer to this little light, I hear a voice. It is the voice of an old man. Maybe the voices of this

Freaky old Man, what is his name? ,,Hurry Up!" The Voice screams. This isn`t the old freaky Man, this is, I don`t know. I run to

The light. I see an old house. I know this house. Of course. The Mystery Shack. The Voice is Mr Pines. I search the front door and finally found her. I knock three times. After a few seconds Mr Pines open the door. He is surprised. ,,Little Northwest?" ,,Hello Mr Pines. Could …. Could I come in?" ,,Sure, but tell me, what are you doing at 3am in the Morning alone outside … with dirt on your Jeans … and blood … and a backpack. What? Wait a moment. You are running away from home right?" ,,Yes. Please Mr Pines, don`t tell my parents." ,,I would never. This is the best thing you could ever do if you are in this family. Come sit down, you look tired and … why is there blood on your Jeans, and your hands? You didn`t kill anyone?" I sit down at the little couch. ,,The blood is because every time a car was coming I hided in the forest, and one time I felt hard on a rock, from there is the blood. Nothing hard." Mr Pines Nodd. ,,You can sleep on the couch if you want. And tomorrow you`re gonna tell us what happened okay?" ,,Thank you. Äh … Mr Pines I don`t understand, why are you so nice to me, after I treated you all as dirt?" ,,First of all, you didn`t do anything to me, your parents yes, but you don`t. And second Mabel and Dipper told me me that you are sorry for all things, and that your parents are assholes." I smile. ,,Thanks Mr Pines." ,,Please kid, call me Stan." He gives me an old pillow and a blanket, say goodnight and leave the room. Soon I feel asleep.

,,Stan! Did you leaved your things on the couch again?" A friendly voices screaming down the halls wakes me up. ,,Wait, since when has Stan brown boots, in a too little footsice?" Asks the voices of a boy. I turn around. ..AHHHHH! Its Alive. ITS ALVE! KILL IT KILL IT" The voices of a girl, the friendly voice, scream. ,,Wait." The boy voice say again. I rube my eyes and realize that I am ling under the blanket. I sit up. The two people who waked me up stares at me. ,,Pacifica?" Mabel ask, holding an Mini Golf Bat in the air. ,,Was you going to hit me with that thing?" I raise a eyebrow. She blush and the Mini Golf Bat fell to the ground. ,,Ähm.. What are you doing here?" Ask Dipper standing next to his twin sister.

,,I runed away from home and needed to stay somewhere for the night. So Stand letted me sleep on the couch." ,,By the way, Breakfirst." Stand yell from the kitchen. I stand up and follow the twins. We sit around the round table. ,,So, have pancakes, orange juice and a good story. Go on Pacifica." Stand say. I got some pancakes on my plate, orange juice in my glass, dirt in my hair, blood on my jeans, scars in my heart and a story like a book in my mind. Why not.