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Pacifica walked home. They’d offered her to drive her home, but that would involve bothering their Great-Uncle from whatever he was doing, so she declined.
“Like I want to sit in an ancient wagon with an ancient-er diver.”
She inwardly cringed. Pacifica felt awful, they were only trying to help, they’ve done so much for her, but of course she and her ego couldn’t shut up for once. The blonde looked down at the chipped, grey sidewalk. She noticed her shoes were covered in dirt and mud, she smiled. ‘Take that Father’, she thought to herself.
It was definece, even just a little, and that was good. Lately the twins had been helping her out with her controlling parents. Mabel had said to start with little things; like waking up a bit later, or not wearing the clothes they wanted, or greeting “commoners”. Mother and Father had been noticing, but they hadn’t said anything, it was only small things. But, as Mabel said, she’d start small and ease her way into bigger things.
Pacifica grinned, she couldn't wait until the day she turned eighteen. She'd already been saving up money to buy a house. As soon as she becomes an adult, she'll get the hell out of there. Her plan was flawed, she knew that. But, that didn't stop her from trying. Maybe she'll be able to get a nice apartment in Portland, and her and Dipper would- what was she thinking? Her and Dipper would never be together. Dipper is smart, brave, and kind and she's just some spoiled brat who wastes everyone's time.
There's no way he'd lover her. But, what about the things Mabel said? Were they true. What had she meant by special friend? Had she truly meant that? She didn't know. Pacifica decided to stop thinking about it, besides she is almost home.
After that Oddpocalypse thing, the old kook, Old Man Mcgucket, had taken her parent's mansion (it's not hers, it never was and never will be), she moved to another home. It wasn't as big or as glamorous, but she liked it.
The house was a little out of the way, kind of like the Mystery Shack. Her house wasn't a mansion, but it also wasn't a regular house. It was bigger, there was far too many windows, and they had a pool with a slide in the back. But, it was better than the old mansion made up of lies. She liked it.
Her parents had lost everything in Gravity Falls; their mansion, their influence, and their power. Her parents were, and still are furious. They couldn’t stand not being at the top of the food chain. The Northwest name was a laughing stock. Years ago she might’ve been embarrassed, years ago she might’ve even cared. But, not anymore. If she’s being honest, she couldn’t be more happy.
Wealth, fame, popularity, and luxury means nothing to her. Things that meant the world to her, things that were her priority means nothing in the long run. Pacifica doesn’t like thinking about her past self. She was selfish, rude, and aggressive. She was awful to her friends. Pacifica wasn’t a good person. She knows that. But, she’s trying to get better.
Pacifica is thrown out of her thoughts when she makes it to the newly made path. The path stands out from the rest of the sidewalk. The path is clean, new, and too perfect. The old sidewalk has personality. She sighs. The blonde counties along the path. The white tidy picket fence separates the wild forest that she’s come to love.
The closer she gets to her house, she more she regrets. She should’ve stayed. They’d offered her a room to stay. She could’ve stayed and she’d would’ve been safe. If she had stayed she would have been safe. The Mystery Shack is safe. Home is dangerous. Home is bad. Shack is good. Dread fills her gut.
Her shiny black shoes it the newly painted steps.
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Pacifica is at the grand windowed door. It looms over her and she can’t breathe. The door is there and she has to open the door. She has to open the door and she can’t breathe. Slowly, she lifts her arm up. She can’t feel her legs. Pacifica moves her hand onto the doorknob. She holds her breath and turns the knob. Pacifica counts to ten and pushes the door open.
Pacifica walks into her house.