Chapter 15 Part 1

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Mabel's P.O.V.

After I heard Dippers emotions spill out the best they could, I made an excuse to leave my friends and ran to Dipper, before lunch was over.

The janitors closet was my first thought. He was there often, even in the one in the rich elementary we went to.

As I ran passed down the outside-hallway, I tripped on someone's shoe and fell, face in cement.

"Ouch..." I groaned. I looked up to see,

"Mabel?! I'm so sorry, a-are you okay?!"

It was Wirt who I tripped into. What Dipper was upset about. I stumbled words out of my mouth, my mind still observations and theories.

"Mabel, quit staring." Is the words he said to get me back into reality.

My vision came back and I saw his extended hand to me, to help me up. I took it, got up, and brushed dirt off my dress. "Yeah, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for tripping you."

"No! It's okay, I was running, it's my fault."

"Uh, why though? What's the hurry?"

I suddenly remembered that Dipper was sad and he needed my comforting. "It's p-private."

"Really? Come on you-"

"Sorry, Wirt, got to go!" I said, pushing him out of my way and running to the janitors closet. Wirt was Dippers problem, not mine. But Dipper was mine. A problem I'd be happy to fix and help any time.

"W-wait, Mabel!"

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