Monday, August 2

It's weird, school starts on Tuesday. Couldn't they make it start today.

Tuesday, August 3

Ah, first day. This is how my morning started.

Me and Dipper's Five Easy Ways on Preparing For School

1. Wake up.

2. Take a bath. (I took a bath first, just like the saying goes, "Ladies first"! :P)

3. Eat breakfast.

4. Fix my things and put all necesarry things to be brought to school, also double check homework if there's time.

5. Walk to school.

Easy-peasy right? And I am here at school already.

"Mabel, I don't know how am I going to get the guts to walk inside and make friends." Dipper said worriedly.

"Dipper, come on! Friends and fame awaits us!" I chirped happily while doing jazz hands. Dipper sighed. He soon had a look of determination.

"Let's go!"

As we walked up to the door bravely, someone pushed their way in.

"Sorry losers!"

"Mabel," Dipper firmly said, looking serious. "I have a bad feeling were going to end up bad here. I mean, didn't that guy call us loser?" I just shrugged, it isn't a big deal anyway. And if we become popular, that guy will pay for his rash actions.

We pushed open the door and of course, it was crowded. I grabbed out a sheet of paper from my sweet pink and yellow backpack (Which had a peace sign and a rainbow keychain on it.) a sheet of paper that contained my locker number and combination, my schedule that I picked out while we got our books, classroom numbers and a map of the school.

"Hey Dipper, my locker is number 126."

"Mine's 112."

We went to the rows of lockers labled 100-150. Dipper found his locker first. I eventually found mine. I opened it and started putting things I don't need for my first class. It is very noisy, sheesh. I soon realized that it became slightly quiet and the crowd parted, like the Red Sea. I saw a very cool looking, fantabulous and beautiful girl, possibly in eighth grade.

"Hey Jessica, I love your boots!"

"Marry me Jessica!"

"Jessica, you look flawless today."

"Jessica, is it true that your parents bought the country club?"

"Hey Jessica! What's the latest on your latest SCAM!?" I asked mockingly in my mind. So the only person who heard it was me.

I went back on minding my own buisness until I realized something, her locker was next to... MOI? (BTW, moi is French for me.)

I dropped my books in surprise. I picked it up and soon she racked up all my locker space by pushing her locker door all the way to the right. Now that's the problem. :(((((

"Hey gurl! What's your name?" I asked. I always want to get updated with my idols, because now she's my idol! She looked behind and flipped her long black hair.

"Like you don't know." She spat.

"Eh..."

"Jessica Price."

"What?"

"My name is Jessica Price!" She sourly told me while she leaned on her locker door. She grabbed a book from her locker. Luckily, it was noisy again so no one heard us.

"Since you're done with your locker buisness, can I go to my locker now?"

"No, I have friends to talk to."

I mean, she could like meet at a certain place and talk there instead. Or, she could talk on her phone. I just stood there like I was rooted there. Was I charmed by her beauty? Or hurt by the way she speaks to me?

Soon, her friends arrived. And speaking of friends, I miss Candy and Grenda already! :(

Rrrrrrrriiiiinnngggg!

First period is starting in five minutes. Jessica kept talking with them until the bell rang again. She closed her locker and left. Wow. I quickly put the unecesarry things. I stared at my knitting supplies, it was tempting me to bring it. I just shut my locker and ignored the temptation.

As I walked about, I admired how this place looked like. I soon started to walk slowly. I skidded to a stop as I started daydreaming that I was as popular as Jessica. How I wish I had fairy godparents like those on The Fairly Oddparents.

I went back to reality after I heard the national anthem. Uh, oh. All this daydreaming made my first day terrible. I rushed to my designated classrom. When I entered, everyone stared at me. I awkwardly shut the door. Once the anthem was done, I entered.

"Your late, whoever you are." The teacher said.

"Sorry miss, and my name is Mabel Pines."

"That sounds like a fat old lady's name." A girl with blonde luscious locks said. Wait, isn't that what Pacifica said? Everyone laughed at her joke, I laughed along also and I don't know why. She folded her arms and put her head high.

"Take your seat!" The teacher said pointing at a chair behind that girl. "Let's begin class, shall we?" She then faced the chalkboard. "My name is Mrs. Mulligan."

"Good morning Miss Mulligan." Everyone greeted her.

"Excuse me but I'm married!"

"Good morning Mrs. Mulligan."

"That's better."

She soon started writing things on the board. Obviously she told us to take down notes. Whatev, :D.

Phew, I'm done writing down notes and Ms. Mulligan is babbling again, blah, blah, blah. I mean couldn't she shut up? Oh yeah I remember, it's Mathematics class. What could I do? *facepalm*

Ms. Mulligan is currently leaning on my desk, blabbering on things related to numbers. And everyone in the room was like staring at either Ms. Mulligan, or me.

"Ms. Pines!"

I am going to drop my pencil, and I am in big trouble. ^^*

Lunch time. I'll explain how I got a seat later. I am currently stuck on a table where not a single popular girl or boy would like to go. They obviously don't know how I feel because they are...

RICH, COOL AND POWERFUL

If I was rich, cool and powerful, I would have been popular in just two measly minutes. And now I realized Jessica is looking at me INTENTLY. Did she want my attention? I don't think so. Because even if I stare back, and make silly faces (which I didn't do.) at her, she doesn't seem to budge.

I can describe her pretty well, since she keeps looking at me. She is fabulous and has what every girl wants. Jessica has long black hair with bangs, green big eyes, pale skin, and she is wearing fancy clothing like a "See By Chloe" handbag, grey jeggings and orange cardigan. She is wearing a yellow and brown striped sleveless shirt from Burberry. (I overheard one of Jessica's admirers that it was made from 98% silk, and 2% cotton.) And what am I seeing, she's wearing black leather boots from Prada? Give me a break, this girl is very far too rich. Isn't she awesome?

"Don't be blinded by her wealth Mabel." Dipper told me setting his lunch tray on the table.

"I'm not blinded by her wealth. In fact, I am blinded on how awesome she is."

"Mabel-"

I snapped, EDIT!