"So whats your first hour?" Dipper asked, looking and silently praying at his schedule. The pair was walking casually down the hall away from Student Services.
"History." Mabel replied. She looked up at him with hope saturating her smile.
"Math." Dipper said with a sigh. His back had visibly slouched
"Then English, study hall," she squinted at her paper in misunderstanding. "This weird economics class mom made me take, social studies -
"5th hour social studies?" Dipper asked, perking back up and looking at his schedule. "With Sens?" Mabel nodded with satisfaction.
"Then gym with..." She gave up on the name after a few seconds, during which time Dipper checked his schedule for a Lovecraftian name.
Thankfully it came up 6th.
"6th hour gym with an unpronounceably named gym teacher? Same here!" there was genuine joy in his voice to know that he would be together with his sister. It was short-lived, as he looked back down at his paper and was compelled to ask, "Hey, what house are you in?"
"A. how about you?"
Dipper sighed again and closed his eyes. "B." was all he could say. Last chance here, boy. Dipper thought to himself. "Now please tell my your in-"
"B lunch?" Mabel replied. Dipper's eyes widened and a smile grew, looking at his sister with joy and a short bout of laughter. Their embrace was warm but sadly cut short as, opening his eyes after having closed them in their embrace, his eyes caught an overweight teacher glaring at them from a previously unseen doorway.
"Mabel – onlookers." Dipper said, pushing his sister away and motioning towards the source of his discomfort.
"Oh. Sorry." Mabel said embarassed, quickly turning her head to see the blubber man. Their classes dictated them to travel in opposite directions after that point and it was only luck that had let them travel that far together.
"See you 5th hour!" Mabel spoke more quietly than before, waving to Dipper in her stride. He turned around and waved back with a smile.
It was part of her philosophy that every important moment requires something to remember it by, so Mabel took the opportunity and pulled her camera from a nearby pocket on her backpack. It was a quick sight and click, almost thoughtless, but the damage was done. In the moment the picture fell from the dispensary, the oppressive teacher from earlier lunged from it's door frame perch and snatched the camera from Mabel's hands.
"I thought the strict ban on photography was made abundantly clear during orientation." The mass of blubber said. "I'll be keeping this."
"Give it back! Come on!" Mabel said, leaping for the machine only to have it lifted out of her reach by shaking arms.
"You can have it back at the end of the week and after you have completed form 3A in student services. Now run to your class before I need to drag you there." The figure turned itself and walked away, tight suit squeaking with every step of it's rapid stride
"End of the week?" Mabel said in disbelief. Her once wide eyes drooped in sadness, only to see the printed picture developing on the floor. Her backpack slung off as she crouched, picking up the photo and quietly yelling, "You did this! You did this to me!" before shoving it into a once full pocket.
For a moment her mind drifted away from anger, remembering that she didn't remember the layout of the place around her. It returned when she actually started to search for a map.
"Oh where are you you stupid little-" Mabel babbled, searching her bag for anything with a degree of resemblance to a school map.
"There you are!" she said, pulling a sheet of paper out from its place sandwiched between books. "You didn't need to hide from me!" If anyone else had been around, they would have thought her insane in talking hatefully to a sheet of paper.
I swear to god this chapter is going to be the death of me if only because of the number of times I tried and failed to make a thing with survailence cameras work. A big thank you to my dear old dad for reading through my story and giving me pointers.