"What?" asked Pacifica, enraged. "You're sending me off, as if I'm some animal to be sent to training? You can't do this! I won't let you. I have a life here, friends, and I actually have stuff I can do here." she yelled at her parents. her parents were sending her to Bright Falls, where her aunt was. Pacifica didn't really care for her or her crazy neighbors. Of course, they really didn't care whether or not she wanted to go. They think depriving her of their home's luxury would make her nicer. It never worked, and she thought that it was over, but they seemed determined to change her.

"You were attacking Mabel, laughing at her great uncle's death. Maybe a month with your aunt will teach you to not be so cruel," her mother said. Of course, she was allowed to laugh at Stan and his shack, mock his business and belittle his dress, but she wasn't allowed to have her fun with that little brat, Mabel. "-you even listening to me, Pacifica?"

Startled, she realized that she had missed half of what Mother had said. She swore under her breath, then said, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" It felt silly for her, but she managed to sound sincere and friendly. It betrayed every fiber of her being to show any emotion that didn't shout confidence.

"She said that you are going to Beright Falls and that's final," her dad said. He was usually the one defending her, but he must have recently been talking with Mother. Sighing, Pacifica resigned herself to her fate. A rueful smile crept onto her face. She supposed she deserved it, as she didn't wait the proper amount of time before the effect would have worn off her parents. She would just have to endure it until it was over. She would live with an aunt afraid of a crazy old woman ina twon where terrible writers vacationed and old, washed up rock and roll singers lived.

"Fine, I'll go, but don't expect any changes in me when I get back." her last words of defiance before she was sent upstairs to her room to pack up. Pacifica would miss her room. It was rather comfortable and definitely better than her aunt Sarah's house. As she was thinking of what to pack up, her eyes lingered on the flashlight her aunt had given her 5 years ago. It was a gift for christmas. With a radio and a tiny generator hooked to a hand crank, it was extremely useful and surprisingly classy. She snatched it from the shelf and spun the crank as she went downstairs, backpack hanging from her left shoulder. Father handed her a ticket as she went out the door.

Dragging herself up the hill, Pacifica saw Dipper Pines waiting at the bus stop. His expression grim, she wondered what he was thinking about. Likely, it was Stanford Pines. As she walked up to him, his head turned her way and his eyes narrowed, his features hardening. With venom in his voice, something he never had with anyone, even her, he said, "What do you want, Pacifica? Have you come to torment me, like you did my sister?" His voice was filled with distain for her as he spoke. When she was silent, he shouted, "WELL?!"

Pacifica buried her face into her hands, tears falling from her eyes. She started blubbering out about being forced to go to Bright Falls, her rivalry with Mabel, something she never talked about, the stress ov everyone waiting for her to fail, and what her mother was like when nobody else was watching. The hard lines in his face disappeared, along with his clenched fists, but his eyes were ever cold. He let out a sigh. moving down the bench, he said, "You might as well sit down. The bus won't be here for about 30 minutes."

As teh bus came, Pacifica saw it was hers. to her surprise and horror, Dipper got up too. 'Please don't be going to Bright Falls.' she silently pleaded. Only Mabel would have been worse. At least, that's what she thought.