This Sleepy State of Oregon

Chapter Two

Wow. I'm awful, aren't I? I apologize ten times over for how late this is.

      I change my mind, Amity Park is awful. Even though we had moved in only the day prior, Mom had insisted we start school as soon as possible, as soon as possible meaning the next day.
      I had slid into the greasy, creaky chairs and focused on the front of the room, Mabel taking her seat next to me. Thankfully, we both had first period English with Mr. Lancer. He must have been the bald man sitting in the teachers desk, at the front of the room.
     "Dipper! This school looks so friendly! I bet I could be friends with her." Mabel said, pointing towards a goth looking teen, her black hair in a half-up do. As if she could hear us talking about her, she turned and stared at us for a minute, before turning the speak to the lanky looking raven-haired boy next to her.
      "Why does she look so suspicious?" I mutter before I'm accosted by Bill's face. "Bill!" I say semi-quietly. "What if someone sees you just floating there!" He waves his hand non-chalantly, completely relaxed.
      "CALM DOWN, PINETREE. ONLY THE SUPERNATURAL CAN SEE ME NOW!" I grimace, but before I can respond, I hear the teacher's monotone voice.
       "Hello, students. I'd like to introduce our new students, Dipper and Mabel Pines, stand up, will you?" Mabel and I rise to our feet, scraping the chairs along the floor. "Any words?" I cough and clear my throat before speaking.
      "Uh, hi. My name is Dipper Pines, I just moved here with my twin sister Mabel from North California. I like the supernatural, and reading, I guess." I end my nervous ramble as Mabel begins to speak.
      "Hello, new friends! My name is Mabel, and I hope to be friends with all of you. I like glitter, stickers, pigs, and especially sweaters!" She bounced excitedly as the students muttered a little.
     "Hey, hey. Everybody quiet down. Thank you, Mr. Pines, Ms. Pines. Alright, class. Today, we'll be talking about satire to start out our new unit." As Mr. Lancer's voice began to drift away, I rummaged through my bag, looking for my notepad and binder.
      "Mr. Fenton!" The teachers loud exclamation almost launched me into the air. "If you're so intent on smelling your toothpaste, do it in your free time." Confused by the accusation, I turned to see this "Mr. Fenton". It was the raven-haired kid the goth had been talking to. Curiously enough, he had been breathing into his palm, almost curious at how warm his breath was. I shrugged him of as a weirdo and continued with my day.
      As the second bell rang, signalling lunch, I stood and turned to Mabel, hoping to catch her for lunch, but she was surrounded by a group of girls, most likely intrigued by her introduction and ombré rainbow sweater. Instead I shrugged and walked towards the cafeteria, a strangely silent and invisible Bill floating behind me. As I pass the Fenton kid's table, I hear a bit of their conversation.
      "He gives off this murderous aura, but he hasn't done anything yet. Maybe he isn't dangerous?" I heard one of them say. I didn't want to be rude, so I continued along, until I heard them say, "But he didn't seem like a ghost." My supernatural senses were tingling. If this town had ghosts, I was going to find them.

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      I had eaten lunch quietly, ignoring Bill's graphic descriptions of how he could kill each of the students that passed by us. 
     "I COULD STAB OUT HER EYES WITH THOSE HORRID HAIR PINS, MAYBE A VIVISECTION WITH THOSE HEELS." The Latino girl who passed us sneezed, before continuing, barely teetering on those ridiculous high-heels. I had only snorted and shoved my face into the cardboa- I mean grilled cheese.
      But now, in fourth period, looking at the detailed drawing Bill had made, I felt just a tad bit queasy. I shoved it deep into my bag as the end bell rang, releasing me from ninth  grade Geometry, a class that had bored me to death. I sidled up next to Mabel and we departed the school. Mabel proposed we explore the town a bit more, and I didn't see why not.
      As we walked down a random street, I saw the strangest house. It looked normal, except for the large metal building, lab according to the sign, built into the top of the roof. Mabel and I stopped, awestruck by this insane structure.
      "Bill. Is this witchcraft?" I asked, terrified by this disproportionate building. He shook his head, looking intruiged. We were shocked from our stupor when the ever mentioned Fenton kid walked past us and into the building. I finally noticed the blaring brand name.
      "That Danny kid seems to appear a lot." I noted. Mabel shrugged and grabbed my hand.
      "Dipper, I've given up on my summer romances, but that boy might just convince me to fall in love for the school year!" I grimace and turn away.
      "Mabel, the world doesn't need any more of your gross romances." The response was only a high-spirited giggle and a deft turn on her heel to continue walking home. Bill turned pink and gave a whistle.
      "STAR, THAT BOY MIGHT TAKE YOU FOR A WILD RIDE, HE SMELLS SUPERNATURAL." I blinked before grinning.
      "I knew it! What type of supernatural, Bill? Wait, don't tell me, I want to figure it out." I was vibrating in excitement. Even though we were no longer in Gravity Falls, it looks like Amity Park wouldn't be boring.
      "SORRY KID, EVEN IF I WANTED TO, I COULDN'T. I'M NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO SPECIFY WHAT HE IS. MAYBE IF YOU GAVE ME SOME POWER...?" I shook my head.
      "Sorry Bill, only in emergencies." Bill scowled and floated aimlessly. "Anyway, I need to scope him out. But we should go home first, right, Mabel?"
      "Yeah! I need to talk to my new friends! I met this girl named Paulina who's a little preppy, but she seems super nice!" As Mabel prattled about her new friends, we slowly made our way home, discovery in hand.

This chapter was a bit short, but regardless. Keep your eyes out for a new chapter soon! And leave all complaints and compliments in to comments. (Wow, alliteration.)