"Dipper."

The boy mumbled something before turning deeper into his pillow.

"Dipper, wake up!" The brown haired girl said, a little more urgently this time. Again, Dipper barely responded. The girl, Mabel looked out of the nearest window, the one separating Dipper's bed from her's, to see the growing light of the sun. Her eyes flicked back to the sleeping Dipper then down to his bedframe as a devious idea came to her mind.

He was awoken by what Dipper could only assume was a very serious event, one that he could gather from the violent shaking beneath him.

"EARTHQUAKE! EARTHQUAAKE! AAAHHHHHH!" Screamed Mabel, looking up from the side of Dippers bed. With a scream, Dipper jumped out of bed and tried running for, his socks slipping several times on the smooth wood floor, in a mad dash for the door. He was at the handle, gasping for air, when he heard his sister's chortle behind him. The stark lack of shaking didn't do much for him either.

"Mabel!" Dipper yelled, looking up from his panting. "Mabel, that wasn't funny."

"Yes it was." Mabel said, her laugh dying down. "See, look at how funny you are!" it was at that moment that Dipper saw the camera perched in her hands and the instant picture drying on the floor below it. Mabel bent to pick it up before walking over to Dipper who was, by some miracle, still panting.

"Awww, look at those legs go." Mabel said, the picture between the two of them. There was a look of obvious terror on his face in the blur of the picture, back hunched and arm's slightly outstretched in preparation for the imminent doorknob.

"That is SOOO going in the scrapbook." Mabel said, walking over to the glitter encrusted book she kept under her bed, just within arms reach if she ever got lonely. She opened to the brown maple leaf she had used to a bookmark, pulled a tube of glue from her nightstand and stuck the picture onto its page. "There we are Mr. Picture. I will bedazzle you later." She said, coloring a word on the page

With a disdainful sigh preceding it, Dipper asked, "Mabel, why did you have to wake me up?"

"Because the clock isn't slowing down." She said, holding up the digital clock she kept next to her bed. Through a figurative wall of stickers and glitter it read out 6:50.

"And... don't we have to leave at 7?" Dipper asked.

Mabel nodded as a look of horror spread Dipper's face. He couldn't have left faster unless there actually had been an earthquake for him to run from in his mad dash for the bathroom.

Mabel couldn't help but chuckle. And with Dipper gone, she herself could get ready for one of the more important days of her life. After the day she met waddles, of course.

"Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh." Dipper repeated to himself, attempting to comb his hair and brush his teeth at the same time. It was going surprisingly well, with what Dipper estimated to be only 10% of his toothpaste ending up in his hair. The way Dipper figured it, he had 10 minutes to make himself presentable to the people he had 'known' and 'loved' before the summer started. Hands, scrub faster, comb faster! There's a day to conquer! A new world to explore! And, as much as he didn't enjoy the idea, no new mysteries to deal with. His pace slowed as Dipper contemplated his time in Gravity Falls, the crazy town with crazier people in it who had helped him through the literal apocalypse. From the resident chair he had prepared with cloths for the day Dipper picked up a soft brown winter hat, a smile not so subtly scrawling it way across his face. In the bliss of his own memories Dipper closed his eyes, hugging the hat to his chest.

"Hey Dip!" Called Mabel from outside the bathroom door.

"Leaving." Was his response, slipping the hat on before exiting the room.

"The room's all yours." His sister said, walking into the bathroom with one of her usual brightly colored sweaters on. Dipper thought he heard his sister chuckle when she saw the hat atop his head, not the kind stemming from comedy, but a more mischievous kind.

"Thanks." it didn't take him long to dress and get his bag ready. His backpack felt…strangely empty without his journal. A part of him was thankful that they wouldn't need them at their new school …with new people…new awesome people ….

"Hey!" Called Mabel from the doorway.

"W-wha...?" Dipper said, pulled out of his daze.

"You know the sidewalk is more interesting than the ceiling?" Mabel joked, entering the room and pulling on her backpack.

"Really?" Dipper decided to play along.

"You wanna see?"

"Absolutely I do!"

"Then come on!" Mabel beckoned, running out the door and down the stairs. The first day of the rest of their young lives awaited them.