If y'all got an update that I published another chapter...I accidentally deleted this one DX So....

Kudos to Bedrock Armor and Angelwings2002 for figuring out where 'Here we go...' comes from! Stan says it at the end of Gideon Rises.

Bedrock Armor, I can't believe I am that stupid DX Last chapter was the 21st and in that chapter, school started the next day... which would be Saturday the 22nd...Brb, I gotta go change it! Also, I really like your FaceTime name idea! And since FaceTime and Skype are different things, I'll be sure to use your 'HeadChat' sometime!

Ok, now that that's done... I welcome you to the first day of the school year!

September 24th 2012

Backpack? Check. Lunch? Nah, I'm trying the cafeteria. Phone? Most definitely. Triplets? Eh, they're around here somewhere I'm sure. Sleep? Not really.

I feel like drowsing back to sleep while I lean my head on the window of the school bus. Dipper pats my shoulder. At least, I hope it's Dipper, because Mabel is in the back catching up with some friends and I honestly don't know where that boy went. I sneak a peak. 'Thank goodness...' I see that it's only my dorky brother.

"Mace, you okay? Did you get any sleep?"

"Not really," I reply in a British accent, because why not?

"Geez..." I hear him sigh and brush what little hair is in my eyes. Opening them fully, I sit up and take in what's happening. There's a lot of kids currently on the bus, so that's great. 'Notice my sarcasm...'

It's loud, too. What, with these girls screeching about make up or the boys raging on some new video game. 'What's with all the stereotypes?'

Then there's the usual 'cool' kid per bus. Cussing here and there. 'Guess this isn't much different than real world school...' At least that part makes me feel a little better. Just a little.

"What? Thought I could sleep? Pfft, my anxiety levels are through the roof as it is!" I throw my hands in the air for emphasis. "Dipper." I get serious, "I haven't been to public school since fourth grade. That's not including the three days I actually went to eighth grade. Yes," I roll my eyes at the look he's giving me, "I went to middle school for three days before going back to online."

"Well..." The male sounds like he's at a loss of what to say, but scrounges something, "That's okay! You might not remember us going to school, but it'll be okay! We'll be here with you along the way," he reassures me. but I don't feel reassured.

"Really? Cuz' Mabel is all the way in the back right now." I jab behind our seat. Dipper winces and face palms.

"Okay, well, when we get to school, I'll make sure Mabel stays with ya. Plus, she'll want to, anyways." I accept his surety with a smile. He takes it and goes back to a hand held game he brought with him. 'The one we saw in the beginning of the show? I'm gonna go with that...'

The large yellow vehicle finally comes to an agonizing stop that I've been dreading for the entire way here. Kids start piling up as the front doors aren't even open yet and when they do, the bus is empty in a minute flat. 'People were usually too freaking slow when I went to school...'

The awkward, no longer a pre-teen, sweaty kid I call my brother starts pulling on my arm. I resist as much as I can. "Come on, Macie!" he groans, tugging with all his might.

I moan, leaning back into the cushioned seat some more. "Hey guys!" Mabel's cheery voice interrupts our tug-of-war. Tsking, Mabel pouts, "Macie... Come on, it'll be fine! I'm with ya!"

Dipper gives me an 'I told you so' smirk. I roll my eyes, stand up, sling my bag over my shoulder and motion for them to move.

Stepping off the bus, I get a nice breeze of fresh, crisp, morning, September air.

"Kay, I got advance math right away, so I'll..." trailing off, Dipper pulls up his schedule, "see you both at art! Good luck!" He waves with the paper still in his hand. It flies out of it and by the time I follow it in the wind, it's long gone. He blushes and blends into the crowd of students dissipating into the building.

"We have..." I check my own piece of paper, "social studies." I mock gag as Mabel chuckles.

"Mabel! You coming?" A girl's shrill voice calls from up ahead. Both of our heads turn to it simultaneously. The girl stands pretty tall, about the size of Mabel or a bit taller, with medium length brown hair. She waves with excitement in her eyes. "Macie! What's up?"

'Wait what? Why did she address me? Isn't she Mabel's friend?!'

Mabel elbows me and gets my attention. "That's Kinsey, we met her last year. You two don't really click, but she tries her hardest."

"Oh," I say lamely. 'What the heck do I say? Keep being myself or re-introduce myself completely?' I can't ask my sister because she's already up the stairs. At least it's not the staircase up to Shibusen, or Death Weapon Meister Academy. I shiver at the thought of climbing those.

Or maybe it was just the wind.

~~Time Skip brought to you by: Classes: Has anyone actually fell asleep during class? I haven't but I've seen someone do it!~~

"So what did you guys do over summer?" That girl- Kinsey- asks as we sit down at a seat. Mabel takes out all of her things, (stickers, googly eyes? and what not) while I just set my stuff down, feeling awkward already.

I avoid eye contact while listening to Mabel groan with uncertainty. "Fishing," I blurt, surprising Kinsey, Mabel and even myself. "We did lots of fishing at the Gravity Falls lake. Very boring. Probably don't want details." At that, Kinsey shuts up.

A middle aged man walks in wearing a brown suit and tie. He's even carrying a briefcase. Immiedietly, he places down his case and picks up a piece of chalk, writing on the board while speaking. "My name is Fred Abberline but you may call me Mr. Abberline."

~~Time Skip brought to you by: Social Studies: Teaching you about the past since...the past!~~

"Well...that was a total waste of forty-five minutes of my time." Mabel and I walk down the long hallway to our new lockers for the year. Thank THOR we're sharing one.

"Aw come on! It wasn't that bad!" Mabel tries to liven the mood while skipping down the tiled floor.

"Wasn't that bad? My leg fell asleep because we sat there and did nothing for so long!" I whine, wiggling my leg out. Doing so, I end up hitting someone else's shin.

"Hey! What was that for!?" A kid, maybe 7th grade, glares at me.

"S-sorry," I stammer, trying my best at avoiding eye contact. Walking at a faster pace, so he doesn't say anything else to me, I see that he watches me the whole way until I round the corner to my locker.

"Hey, what happened? Got lost in the herd?" Mabel asks with a jaunty laugh.

"Kinda," I mumble, pulling my bag over my shoulder to get my stuff out. Without saying anything else, Mabel opens our locker with a concerned look directed to me. I shrug, silently telling her not to worry about it.

"Hey guys. Better hurry to your next class, the warning bell is going to ring any minute now." Dipper's voice startles me out of my thinking. I turn around and see him walking up, waving a little wave. Mabel and I wave back, but she has more oomf in it.

"Yup! Let's go, Macie! You, too, Dip. Don't wanna be late for those nerd classes of yours, now do you?" Mabel sticks her tongue out and leaves an abashed brother to stand in the hallway. I give him a look of pity and follow my sister.

I have to jog to catch up to the girl, she's walking so fast! "This is where we part. I gotta go to math while you got science. Don't worry, I'll meet right back up with you right after class!" Nodding, she leaves as I approach room I-don't-really-give-a-crap-about-the-number right as the bell rings, successfully making me shiver.

A nice woman stands at the desk with a smile, looking laid-back. She's got bleach blond, short and kinda messy looking hair. "Please, take a seat." She gestures to a few empty seats. Unfortunately, the only one left is in the front. A girl Mabel's been telling me about waves, so I wave back, albeit awkwardly, but it seems to have made her happy.

'Girl named Carly or something like that...' I don't pay much attention to her as my brain starts speaking for itself. "Where do I take it to?" I stop dead in my tracks, completely embarrassed that I just said that out loud.

"That's a good one," the teacher laughs, "But we do need to get started. As much as I'd like to tell jokes all day, we got some science to do." She stands up straight and clicks her heels together. "First thing's first! My name is Liv Moore, but because of school regulation and what not, you gotta call me, Ms. Moore."

'She seems pretty cool!'

"Now, who wants to blow some stuff up?" That quickly perked all the students right up. Literally. Almost everyone stood up or jumped in their seats at the offer. Our teacher calms them down and then smiles michivously.

'This should be good!'

~~Time Skip Brought to you by: Olivia Moore: #1 Zombie~~

"That sounds so cool!" I laugh at Mabel's enjoyment of what I've told her of science class.

"Yeah, I like the teacher a lot." I turn the knob for our locker combination. Then I realize that I don't know how to work a locker. Sheepishly throwing a smile to the patient girl next to me, she gets my silent pleas for help.

"We gotta teach you how to work these..." Mabel easily opens the door. "You could never open them since the beginning of sixth grade!"

After she puts some stuff down inside, I take my turn. "Doesn't surprise me there," my eyes roll at my own idiocy. "So, apparently, Ms. Moore always starts the first day with that kind of stuff to get the kids riled up and ready."

"That's awesome!" We shimmy our way through the crowd of students.

"Buuuuut, we are going to grow some stuff. So that'll be fun!" I smile as my sister bounces with exhilaration, gaining some unwanted but dismissed attention.

"No fair I wish I was in that class... Stop!" Mabel abruptly stops, stretching her arm out in front of me. I accidentally run into it, one of her fingers jabbing my chest.

"Ouch! Geez..." I grumble, looking at what we stopped at. 'Oh, right...art class...'

"Move it, Pip-Squeak!" Someone rudely shoves me out of the way and enters the classroom.

"Jerk..." Mabel glares ahead at the boy.

"Never mind, let's just go in. There's Dipper over there." I don't even try to hide the annoyance in my voice. We walk in and our triplet immediately perks up, waving us over with a grin.

A woman soon after comes in and then shuts the door. About mid to late 20s, shoulder length blond, straight, hair.

"Good morning class," she greets in a rich British accent. "I'm Miss Tyler."

'I love accents!'

"Anyway, let's get started right away, yeah?" Multiple heads bob with eagerness, mine included. "We'll start easy today. What I want all of you to do is draw whatever you like. I want to see all the unique sketches."

'Alright! I got this!' I hold my pencil in my right fist with determination.

"You've got thirty minutes then, go." At Miss Tyler's command, pencil scratching against paper can be heard all throughout the room.

'I'm not good at drawing without a reference!' Checking that the coast is clear, I slip my phone out.

"And no telephones." The voice of Rose Tyler was so close, it made me jump. Slowly tilting my head, I see the teacher looming over me, eyeing my phone.

Smiling sheepishly, I begrudgingly put it back.

'There's only a few things I can draw decently without looking at a picture...'

I just hope the twins don't get mad.

*Timer Noises*

"Time's up! Pencils down!" Tyler shouts with an inside voice. "I'm going to walk around and inspect your art. If I like it, or it's unique enough, I'll tap your shoulder." Kids look around, confused. The teacher sighs but with a cheery grin, "If you get tapped, line up at the front to show off your work!"

Murmurs of despair and, especially, excitement is evident. *Cough* 'Mabel' *Cough*

'Please don't choose me. Please don't choose me.' I squeeze my eyes tight like when someone doesn't want something to happen.

Of course, that only works in the cartoons...sometimes. Then again, this isn't a cartoon anymore, is it?

Dread fills my entire body when I feel a hand tap my shoulder. I hide a groan and stand up, walking to the front where two others are. Another two kids were chosen, so they line up, leaving me in the middle, being the third of five total. 'Just like being the middle child in a family with five kids...'

"Alright, Carl, you go on then." Miss Tyler sits at her desk.

The kid named Carl looks like a normal child. Short brown hair, from what I can see. He's wearing what looks like a sheriff's hat. He steps forward and, 'Did I hear him gulp?' nervously shows his paper.

"I drew some zombies," he says.

After that, Carl sits back down. Next up is some girl name Tina. She drew some horses or something. Next, some big boy wearing slacks steps forward, looking all high and mighty.

'He's the guy that shoved me earlier!'

Nathan, apparently, started going on and on about how skilled of an artist he is and how it was obvious he'd get chosen to line up. Thankfully Miss Tyler had just about enough as I did and tells him to sit back down. Few kids snicker until they were thrown glares, to which they stop instantly.

For some reason, I go last, even though I'm in the middle of the line. After some girl named Liz is done, 'She drew some pretty sick and realistic pair of guns, which I am surprised is able to be shown' I step up.

I take a deep breath before turning my art around. Most gasp. Mabel mock faints while Dipper's jaw if left hanging open. "I made...uh my own character. His name is Bill...Cipher?"

'I don't really know what to do but to play him off as my own!'

My brother face palms so hard I think I can see a pink hand mark. Mabel is on the ground- 'Wait, did she actually faint?!' "It's very nice and unique, Macie, I love it. I think I will put it up as the drawing of the week." The teacher stands up and politely holds her hand out.

Guessing this is what she wants, I place my design in her hand. "Wait, that's a thing?" I ask, following her movement to the back of the class.

"It is now, yeah, haha." She pins it up with a huff, smiling.

'Okay...well I feel pretty good about myself...' Well, I did, until I met eyes with Nathan. His death stare pierces through my very soul. My body stiffens and I walk back to my seat, taking it greedily.

*Bell Rings*

"Oh, that's class! See you tomorrow!" Everyone says goodbye back to the teacher. I just silently pack my things and get the heck out of Dodge, still feeling Nathan's intense stare burn my neck.

"Seriously, Macie? You drew Bill?" Dipper asks with an annoyed expression as we walk down the hall to lunch together.

"Yeah, out of anything you could have drawn, you drew that isosceles monster!" Our sister says loudly, but quiet enough not to arouse suspicion.

"Oh come on, guys!" I yell exasperatedly. "I can't draw squat without a reference. So I drew what I knew I could draw! An easy triangle with a mother freaking bow tie and top hat!"

No one says anything for a minute or two, which I'm thankful for. "You okay, Mace?" Dipper breaks the silence as Mabel turns the combination for our locker.

I ignore him for a second while putting my things down in the safest place I can get, until Mabel elbows me. I roll my eyes and reply, "No, not really," I admit. "I don't know if I can do this... Everything is so overwhelming and I feel like I'm getting suffocated at times. I wanna go home..." I rub my left arm sadly.

"Um..well hey! The day's just about over, so don't worry! We'll be home before you know it!" Mabel tries lifting the mood of everybody.

But what they don't know is that I didn't mean 'our' home.

~~Time Skip brought to you by: Lunch food: I actually liked mine when I went to school!~~

The cafeteria food was pretty tasty- thank goodness! I had some chicken nuggets and fries and then of course the mandatory fruit or vegetable. I never eat it anyway...

"Mace, you comin'?" I must have zoned out, because the large room that holds many kids eating lunch is now practically empty. Dipper is off to the side, standing up with his arms on his hips, looking worried.

"Huh? Y-yeah, I am. Where're we going?" I quickly take care of my tray and wipe my hands on my pants afterwards.

"Recess," he says, grabbing my hand. As he drags me out the doors, I could have sworn I saw a kid looking at me.

'The fresh air is nice,' I think as it hit my face. Mabel comes running up at full speed. I swear there was smoke coming from the ground when she skid to a stop. "Hey, guys! Wanna play tag?"

"No!" I say quickly. The two look at me. "I am not playing tag with you two anymore! THAT was a terrible experience!" They laugh.

"Oh yeah, we need to think of something to have Macie do, remember, Mabes?" My eyes widen at Dipper.

"Yeah! Come on," she pulls the weak boy, "let's go think of something sinister together!"

"Wait- Mabel! We shouldn't just leave Macie!" Dipper protests.

"It'll be okay! It's recess!"

'Can't argue with Mabel's logic...'

When the two disappear from my vision, I turn around and look for something to do. 'Kickball!' I see some kids kicking a ball over at a baseball diamond. Jogging over, I get in the kick line.

"Hey look! It's Pip-Squeak! Here to play kickball?" My head shoots up at the voice. Nathan. He's standing at the pitcher's mound with a ball he's juggling in his hands, a smirk on his face.

All the other kids in the radius stop what they're doing and stare at me. 'I know I was short for my age when I was sixteen, but seriously?!'

I drown out the various teasing as I walk away from the diamond. I pull out my phone and go into contacts. Nothing except Dipper and Mabel. Sighing sadly, I put it away in my jacket pocket.

I go sit at a nearby wall, closing my eyes.

'Tomorrow's another day...'

Next chapter will be the next day at school, but the second half of the day where we don't see in this one!

P.S, No journal entry today.

Yes, all of the teacher's names are actually character names from fandoms that I am in. Can you guess where they're from? The next set of teachers will be in the next chapter!

Social Studies: Fred Abberline (Hint: Anime)

Science: Olivia Moore (Hint: Netflix)

Art: Rose Tyler

Math: Rick Sanchez

Language Arts: Joey Drew

P.E: Sid Barrett (Hint: Anime)

Any questions? Requests?