Karma (Wendip)

Prologue

I hope this is a good start to the book. Also, let's pretend that Wendy is in the same grade as Dipper and that dipper is the same age or something, so that it doesn't complicate events so much.

At school, no matter what, there are groups; cliques. One could be the popular clique, another could be the football team. One could be the nerds, and another could be the hippies.

Everyone fits into a clique. Maybe some will fit into more then one. But, bottom line, everyone belongs somewhere.

Fortunately, I have a clique. Unfortunately, I'm the only one in my clique. I'm the outcast.

Actually, I'm not apart of the outcasts. That group is all kinds of weird; not me. No, I'm the outcast of all outcasts.

I suppose it's understandable. My parents are both famous authors and my uncles are popular scientists, and even My twin sister is popular. Here I am, sitting alone in class, at lunch, and even at home.

All I do is dirt compared to everyone else in my family. I paint monsters. MONSTERS! They aren't even real. And who paints anyways? This isn't some Renaissance era.

I'm a nobody who paints monsters... Dipper Pines. I'm 15 and already at the very bottom of the food chain.

For crying out loud, I'm not even tall enough to be considered a man!

Please notify my in the comments of any mistakes I may have made. I write my chapters in notes on my phone, and sometimes words or phrases are incorrect.