BILLDIP//Smut and Fluff

/Beautiful??

HEATHER AU SHORT
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September 1st 1989. Dear Journal. " Dipper wrote, while leaning against the wall, "I think I'm a good person, you know I think there is good in everyone, but here we are, first day of senior year and I look around at these kids that I've known all my life, and I ask myself...What happened?"

"FREAK!

"SLUT!

"BURNOUT!

"BUG-EYES!"

"POSER!"

"LARD-ASS!" A couple kids yelled to another.

Dipper flattened the journal to his chest and sighed, "We Were so tiny, happy and shinny, playing tag and getting chased. " He said, quietly to only himself.

"FREAK!"

"SLUT!"

"LOSER!"

"SHORTBUS!"

"Singing and clapping, laughing and napping, baking cookies, eating paste." Dipper continued.
"BULL-DYKE!"

"STUCK-UP!"

"HUNCHBACK!"

Dipper moved his way through the halls, moving in a way like a choreographed dance "Then we got bigger. That was the trigger, like the Huns invading Rome -" Dipper was pushed into a girl.

"Sorry!" Dipper said, holding up his hands in a way that said 'I didn't mean to.' The student scowled at Dipper, before walking in the opposite direction.

Dipper shrugged, his tone turning into more of a singing one. "Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school: this is the Thunderdome. Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon.

"WHITETRASH!"

"College will be paradise, IF I'M NOT DEAD BY JUNE!" He sung loudly to a kid that almost hit him. Dipper calmed himself down. "But I know, I know, life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray for a better way. If we changed back then, we could change again. We can be beautiful..."

A preppy kid knocked down a hipster-dorkish guy to the ground.

"Ow!" The guy yelled as the peppy guy walked away, laughing.

"Just not today." Dipper growled. He went over to the guy and offered his hand.

"Hey, are you okay?" Dipper offered quietly. The guy got up on his own and frowned.
"Get away, nerd!" The hipster shouted before getting up.

"Sorry." Dipper murmured.

"FREAK!"

"SLUT!"

"CRIPPLE!"

"HOMO!"

"HOMO!"

"HOMO!"

"Things will get better soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown." Dipper pulled out his journal and wrote, "Wake from this coma, take my diploma, then I can blow this town.