Wendy's old hat weighed heavy in her hand as Mabel, letting her quick walk turn into a run for the suddenly incredible fall of rain. Or at least that's what she told herself. But after several minutes of running without sight of the school, her mind started to drift. Why did you have to do it? She asked herself, looking down at the moistening sidewalk. Why did you have to pull him? Why did you need to hurt him? Without knowing it, she started to run just a little bit faster.
It was the brick and mortar 'home' that loomed ahead of her, the collapsed pit that everyone told her was supposed to hold her future. Looking up from sprint and stare against the sidewalk now glinting in the rain, she saw it. She saw old friends she hadn't talked to in months and new ones she would remember for months. She saw her joy, trapped in a cardboard box somewhere by the will of a cruel teacher and the man who had promised to deliver her to it or it to her. She slowed in approach to it's doors, reaching out with one arm to pull a door open. It was in silence that she thanked what gods lay above for letting them be unlocked, walking inwards for whatever day lay in front of her.
At a table, not far from the center of the room, sat old friend talking and laughing amongst one another. They wouldn't like this moping version, she thought, stopping and taking slow, deliberate breaths. They don't have to – they don't NEED to see this. And with smile on her face, fresh air drawn to her nose, she walked on.
It was with rage that Dipper slammed the door, but with regret that he slung his backpack onto the floor and walked from the door. Why? He asked himself, slow to his movement from the door. Why'd you have to lash out like that? The bathroom was his destination for it's assortment of first aid supplies and old pain medications, thought to be honest neither saw a great deal use.
"Alright. First thing on the list is to..." he started, slowing in his step as he entered the bathroom. "To... fix my hair. Jeez!" for the first time in a great while he saw the 'stellar' birth mark in all it's glory upon his forehead, spurring him into action to keep it at least beneath his hair. Oh yeah, and the... largish scrapes on his face. I guess those were a thing too...
"What the heck was I thinking!?" he asked once again, running his hair through with wet hands to cleanse the congealed blood from it. A thought struck him once again and pulled him to a halt, "Actually, what WAS I thinking?" his hard look into the mirror confirmed completion of the task at hand. With a deep breath he opened the cabinet, instinctively taking medical supplies, gathering himself a handful of bottles and loose hinged paper boxes. It was with a single hand that Dipper proceeded to close the cabinet, using the mirror for self inspection. It wasn't hard work, nor was it long for all the times Mabel, Stan, or he had to whenever any one of them get hurt. Mabel...
"Oh god what was I thinking..." he called to himself, desperately running to the front door, almost slamming himself into it when he slowed to open it. "MABEL!" he called instinctively, throwing it open only to find a barrier of cold rain and thunder beyond. With something halfway between noble desperation and stupidity he plunged himself into barrier, running faster than he had ever run over wet sidewalks and slipping mud.
No comment. The chapter didn't really go anywhere but then again it's gonna take me a while to get more out. So be happy.