The AfterLife [ON HOLD]

20

MABEL

"HOMEWORK!!!" I cried.

And not in the happy sense.

I was hauling my backpack now loaded with books, a huge difference in comparison with how it was this morning, dragging it like a dead carcass.

Thank God it wasn't a dead carcass.

Dipper didn't do so much as roll his eyes, let alone acknowledge my pain. He shook his head. "Relax, Mabel. It's only for now."

"BUT IT'S HEAVYY!!!" I wailed, causing him to scoff and go inside.

"The first day…" he muttered.

"The first day," I repeated sarcastically giving him the stink eye. "Can you be any more supportive right now?" 

"Mabel, they're just books – and if by supportive you mean I carry your bag for you… then, no."

"Well I can give you points for being honest," I shrugged.

"Hey guys." Ford eyed us as we walked in. "Why the long faces?"

"Mabel's is due to homework. Mine is a result of her screaming aimed at that homework."

"They're so heavy," I whined.

Ford shrugged. "Mabel, they're just books."

"That's what I said."

"It's heavy. Period." I stomped up the stairs and took my unnecessary fake tantrum with me, hearing Ford's and Dipper's voice mumbling in agreement about something along the lines of how I'm a drama queen.

"I'm not a drama queen!" I yelled to them.

"I think the torn sock-puppets in your old room beg to differ!" Ford joked.

I smiled at that.

It's been long since I saw that weirdo Gabe and his two sock-puppets. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I want to interact with him again – because yeesh, he needs a life – but I was just wondering whether he was still here in Gravity Falls or he moved somewhere else.

When I came back down, I plopped down next to Dipper as he was flicking through channels and arguing with Grunkle Stan as the TV turned all sorts of different colors.

"Dipper, I was watching that!"

"You just got here. On top of that, you've been here since you dropped us off at school. I think we have a right to watch some TV."

He flicked the channels to one we all knew too well.

"Wait, leave this!" I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.

"DUCK-TECTIVE!"

Stan leaned back. "This again?"  he groaned.

"It's a really good show," I defended. "Plus, it brings Dipper and I closer together as Mystery Twins."

Dipper slouched. "Mabel, hate to burst your bubble but for now, there aren't any mysteries left to solve."

"So you say." I wiggled my fingers in front of him. "But the joke's on you, brother, 'cause there is."

Dipper turned to me. "Which one?"

Stan’s eyes lit up. "Why don't you guys go on another mystery hunt?" he asked. "You guys loved doing that."

"Yeah, maybe later," Dipper replied, glancing at me. "After we, um, finish our homework."

"A mystery hunt sounds fun now," I thought aloud, getting up from off the couch.