I'm into Insomniacs (discontinued)

New Friends (Who are definetly not pure evil)

(A/N: Before we begin, I'd like to recommend My friend DylanDreams and her CreepyPasta Fanfiction, "Remember us.")

*Pacifica POV*

"Wake up...." Called a far-off voice. I felt... weird. Like I was rocking on a boat but not sea sick. Or like my body was completely numb. Maybe both. It felt like that weird sensation of being in bed too long when you know you need to get up. Either way, I felt super weird. I felt like someone was poking my cheeks. No. PINCHING. "OW!!!!" I shouted out as a shock of pain shot through my now-red cheek. "Get up!" Spat a semi-familiar voice. I groaned in realization, my head ripping away from the soft pillow to come face-to-face with Gi-dork. "Come on stupid! Get up before-" Gideon began. He didn't get much farther before I stuffed my pillow into his whale-sized mouth and jumped out of bed. "Is there a reason behind waking me at 8 in the morning?" I asked sourly. I didn't know why though. I was usually very refreshed in the mornings... Whatever. Gideon's probably just been using too much of his "charm" on me to handle. I felt like I needed to punch something. Preferably fat, slow, and within five feet. "Mff-mff-" Gideon began, spitting out the pillow quickly after. "My dad? You working here? Over the summer? Remember?" Gideon asked, rolling his eyes. My eye twitched in anger, not that he cared.

"Yah. You should really get your butt down stairs before he brings HIS butt up here." That's it. I was about to loose my freaking MIND. He seriously thought he could tell me what to do? Let alone his FATHER? Please, I didn't even take my own father that seriously. Then again, they are hippies... No! My dad. His dad. The PRESIDANT'S dad. I didn't care. He was not gonna tell me what to do! Without even giving Gideon a second look, I shoved past him, grabbed my coat, and stomped down the steps. Of course, BUD was there. "Morning sun-shine. Made pancakes! Would ya like one butter cup?" Bud chirped. O.k. That KINDA back fired on me. I was expecting a couple of words along the lines of 'get sweepin' you dirty slave-child.' That way, bursting out the door and slamming it behind me wouldn't have sounded like such a crime. Nonetheless, I really couldn't go back after that. Not after making that great exit. Even if I forgot my- *mini heart attack* 'Wait. WHERE IS IT?! OH NO NO NO NO NO!!! I thought it was in my pocket! It has to be! Wait!' I turn around in a start, looking towards the shack. "WHERE'S MY PHONE?!?!?!" Birds fly from the tops of the trees as my shriek of absolute horror escapes me. In my heart, I prey it's still with me. I search the folds of my pockets. My shirt pockets. My pants pockets. The pockets of my hot pink jacket. What's the point? If it was on me, I'd know. It's the size of a bedazzled brick and has an antenna as long as a fishing pole.

"Great." I murmur as my feet drag me across the gravelly sidewalk. The air felt hot and dry as usual, making my skin crawl with irritation. My phone, my spirit animal, was left in the shack. I bet Gi-dumb-dumb sat on it like the fat, donut eating, beached whale he is... UGH!!! I can't go back for it now! Not after making that exit. Maybe I can climb through the window? Not a chance. I've roamed through the entire shack and haven't seen ONE ladder. And even if I did, I'd have to enter the shack just to get it, defeating the whole purpose. Maybe I could just spend the night at someone's house? Yah! That'll wo- Oh wait. I don't have any friends... Not a problem. I spin around on my heels, quickly taking in the scene of people, picking out every girl my age. Two girls. One Asian. One... horizontally tall. The Asian girl wore a green school uniform, pressed and steamed, sparkling with glitter in the sunlight. The fat gir- I mean modestly wide girl wore a pink tank top with pig tails. O-M-G.... "I found my people..." I whisper under my breath, building up the courage to bounce up to them. They were just across the street. Joy overwhelmed me as I began to skip across the street. I ignored the curses and middle fingers given from the drivers I stopped in the middle of the road, skipping to the other side. The girls seemed unaware of my presence, continuing their conversation about some 'totes hawt man-babe' the Asian met.