Book One - Dipper And Pacifica

Chapter Three (Pacifica's POV)

I awake to light shining through my window, blinding my eyes as I stretch out my arms and climb out of my warm bed covers. I walk along my fluffy pink carpet on my way over to the shut door and turn the handle, revealing miles of house, a house I have always known. My parents aren't awake yet, and so I must push a button on the wall, and the butler arrives within minutes, to do whatever I may need. He starts to make me breakfast as I flip through the channels of our flat screen TV. I was alone last night, my friends are all off on holidays with their parents, and mine were off at a party until the early hours of the morning. After a while you get sick of this house. It's corridors and halls and rooms filled with pools, game rooms, and basically anything you can imagine has just gotten old over the years. The most excitement I've had lately was my mini golf competition with Mabel, her and I have been doing great since then, she's not as terrible as I thought she was. But Dipper still glares at me when I hang out with Mabel. His emotionless face looks right through me, you can tell he wants nothing to do with me. I'm not the rich prissy girl he thinks I am. I am more than that, I am not what my parents make me be.