White Houses (Gravity Falls Fanfiction)

Chapter One

if youre not naomi please dont read this im literally going to combust if this gets more than 520 reads thanks also im not editing this at all so this is literally three years old rwritign

Kay's POV

I don't want to relive this story. I'd do anything to have you in my shoes. But, okay, here it goes.

BEEP, BEEP. I fumbled for the alarm clock and slammed my hand on it. My eyes shot open. It's moving day. I could already hear the van had started. I didn't want to move again. It was only the end of my first year in New Orleans and, again, we move.

If you think I like moving, you're wrong. No one likes moving! Especially when you've just made friends and felt like you belong and then summer comes along saying, "Time to move again!"

"Kay!" I heard my dad's voice from the door. "Come on out. We're all waiting!"

Oh, joy, I have to get out of bed. As a twelve year old with a changing body (it's gross but true), I've learned to cherish sleep.

I stood up reluctantly and straightened. I took another glance at my alarm clock on the lonely nightstand beside my lonely bed. I would miss these guys. It was only 6:33.

Okay, I thought to myself, Maybe this won't be so bad.

In the long run, I realized I was wrong. Very wrong.

I gingerly picked up my alarm clock, it was the only thing I hadn't packed yet. I decided to stay in the clothes I was wearing yesterday because I had none that weren't already packed.

I went into the bathroom as if in a trance. It felt so empty. I wasn't going to do anything in here, so why did I come?

I stared at myself in the mirror. I saw my curly tangled black hair, my brown eyes, and my dark complexion, my fuzzy gray hoodie, and that's all.

I took another long look at myself. My little brother Dean's voice was the only thing that kept me from staring all day. "Hurry up!" He urged.

He was only a year younger than me, but he still liked to taunt me for no reason.

"Okay," I said airily. That was the last time I would see that mirror, and everything else in this house. I would never see my friends, Tiffany and Dani, again.

I turned towards Dean. He looked kind of like me, but he had lighter skin.

He ran out of the room and I followed slowly, mourning at everything I saw in this echoing house. It was a place I used to call home, now, it's just an empty house.

Of course, I do this everytime. My friends say I overthink everything, but I just think everything has a meaning. Even with all my pondering, I'm not very smart or clever.

I remembered I still had the alarm clock and smiled wearily at it as I reached the door where my parents and Dean were waiting.

"Hello," I said.

"Finally, you're ready!" My dad said, a half smile growing on his face.

"Okay. Can we just get out of here now?" I asked wistfully.

My mother scowled. "Kaylynn, I thought you wouldn't be in a hurry to leave New Orleans."

"I'm not in a hurry. And don't call me Kaylynn, please," I snapped. I hated being called Kaylynn. I might have an attitude about it, but I don't care.