Mabel Kathleen Pines
"Mabel it has to be here somewhere.” My twin says as he looks under yet again another bush. Ever since Gruncle Stan “borrowed” Dipper's journal, after we told him about it, we've spent the entire day looking for it. “I know that's why we're going to a different location after this.” He replies. I sigh. Looking up at the dark midnight blue, star filled sky, I can tell its probably almost midnight which isn't good. Gruncle Stan always comes in to check on us before he goes to sleep. He's been doing it ever since we won the shack back, but what could he possibly think when tonight he goes in our room and see's we're not there? Would he hate us? Or would he ground us? I shudder at the thought. Gruncle Stan's groundings are horrible. One time when he grounded me and Dipper for hanging out on the roof instead of working he made us stay in our room for a whole good 24 hours, and all we got was tap water from the bathroom sink. Trust me you don't want me to go anywhere else. I kick at a rock. “Dipper what if Stan finds us gone again? He could ground us, and even harder than he did last time.” I say. Dipper just frowns and holds the lantern up to the tree where he found the third journal I guess. I sigh and sit on log. Dipper watches me as I heave another heavy sigh. “Mabel I'm not going to find it any faster without you.” he says shining the light in my face. I yawn. “But Dipper I'm tired and we've been out here all day.” Dipper gives me a look. “And why do you want that stupid book anyway?” I ask. He groans, “because Mabel, that journal is the only thing I have close to a guide to weirdness happenings in Gravity Falls.” I laugh. “Yeah, I bet when we go back mom and dad won't even let you have the darn thing.” Grrr sometimes my brother can be pretty annoying. He knocks on a tree and bows his head when he learns its not the right one. “Dipper its almost midnight! Can we please just go back?” I ask. He sighs. He then looks at his watch and then me. I guess he can see the tiredness in my eyes. Or was it my face? I don't really know. “I guess.” He replies. He starts to walk a head of me with his head still bowed low. I hop off the log and catch up to him.
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