Missing

Mourning and Yelling

Everyone knew Amelia Pines.

Highest grades in seventh grade, considered for scholarships, and one of the most behaved kids in Piedmont. She was the pride of her family, especially her aunt and uncle.

So the twelve-year-old standing on a table and screaming about her dead cousins was out of character.

"I'm telling you, I don't care who's gonna stop me but I am bringing Dipper and Mabel home!" She yelled, stomping her foot. The scene was huge and loud in the synagogue, the family and friends arranged in the large number of tables staring at her. She didn't have time to care.

Dipper and Mabel Pines had disappeared six years ago, during their second trip to Gravity Falls, Oregon. There had been a huge search through the woods, but there had been no sign of... anything.

They had simply vanished.

"Amalia Emilie Pines, get down." Her father hissed. "You're embarrassing the family."

Black hair whirled around, the golden candle hairclip she wore shining as Amelia glared down at her father. "An embarrassment? An embarrassment?! You're telling me that simply believing that Dipper and Mabel are alive is an embarrassment, while simply giving up isn't!?"

"Those are two entirely different things! You know that the police couldn't find anything, so they must be dead!"

"Grunkle Ford and Grunkle Stan know that there's a chance that they're alive!" Amelia, gesturing to said old men. The former shrunk in his seat. The latter stood, she being too busy to notice. "I've been told stories-"

"Okay, hotshot, cool your jets," Stan said, picking the petite girl up. She quieted in surprise. "Let's go get some ice cream." With Ford, the two headed out of the memorial. Before the doors barely closed, people were whispering.

She noticed, ears burning as the doors shut.

-_-

"Your parents told me you got expelled."

Amelia, adrenaline fading as she stared at her sherbet, nodded. Her ears and cheeks were still flushed in embarrassment. She wanted to forget that scene. Making a fuss in front of her family was one thing. The entire thing with the principal was another.

Stan sighed, poking at his vanilla. "Was it about them?"

Dipper and Mabel.

"Some guy said something and I...snapped."

Ford took a bite of his chocolate. "If that was your first offense, I don't know how you-"

"He landed up in the hospital with a broken arm. Then I called the principal a mother fucking son of a bitch with my middle finger up." She admitted. She turned a darker shade of red.

Ford blinked, opening and shutting his mouth. He thought for a moment. "Okay. Now I see it."

"Do you think there's a chance?" Amelia asked. Blue eyes stared up at her grunkles. "Just a chance, that they're alive?"

"Amelia, honey-" Ford started, interrupted by his twin.

"Yes. There is a chance. Look, we'll talk to your parents and you can investigate your butt off at Gravity Falls."

There was a smile. "Thanks."