Wendy's First Day at Piedmont High School
Dipper woke up next morning around noon, ate nothing, just picked at his food, and made sure he had everything with him before saying bye to everyone. Mabel was jumping up and down, waiting for the bus to take them to Piedmont California. He met with her, holding his small bag of clothes. He waited in silence as Mabel rambled on about how excited she was for school. Dipper could care less. He just wanted all of this to be over with. The bus arrived, they got on and left to their hometown. While Mabel slept on his shoulder, Dipper daydreamed. He spaced out for so long that when he came into focus, it was night and they were at home. Stepping out, he gave a half-hearted hug to his parents and went to his room. He heard his mom calling to him."Dipper, you have a guest in your room tonight, as she just moved here and doesn't have a place to stay" he nodded and walked in, looking down. He looked up and saw Wendy Corduroy asleep in his bed.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were in here" he whispered, walking out and closing the door. Later, Dipper asked his parents if he could sleep on the couch so Wendy could have his bed. They agreed and he grabbed his stuff and went to the couch. He laid down and tried to sleep. In the morning, he got ready for school. It was his first year of high school. He was ready, just wanting to go there, do whatever he had to do, and get back. Everyone knew he was quiet and that he kept to himself. All, except for three new kids, who transferred from Australia, so, naturally, they were well built and tan, everything that Dipper wasn’t. On his way to second period, one of the kids smacked the Journals from his hands and walked away while laughing. He was furious, the first real emotion he felt since Weirdamageddon.
“Hey!” he yelled, his voice deeper than two years ago. Everyone turned to look at him, most in shock that he yelled, yet alone spoke. The one who knocked the Journals from his hands, obviously the leader, turned to him.
“What do you want, runt?” his Brooklyn accent was thick, and he spoke to Dipper as if he were nothing but a bug.
“What are you going to do about it if I don’t?” he asked, an eyebrow raised.
Dipper, with a blank face, simply said, “I’ll knock your ass down anytime you try to get up” everyone was quiet. Then, the kid, who’s name is James laughed. He laughed so hard he started crying. Dipper just kept a straight face. When James stopped laughing, he stood.
“Kid, you’re funny. I’d love to see you, try, but…” he looked him up and down. “I’m afraid you’d break yourself just rearing your fist to punch” he grabbed Dipper by the shirt and pinned him to the wall. Dipper tried to get loose, but found he couldn’t. He growled, and started muttering something. “What was that?” James moved his head closer to Dipper so he can hear. Dipper just smiled.
“You’re gonna leave in a stretcher if you don’t let me go” Dipper said, eyes dark and absent of life. When James held fast to keep him pinned, Dipper head butted him square in the nose.James moved back, one hand coping his nose, the other on Dipper’s shirt. Dipper did it again, making his shirt rip as James moved back in pain. Dipper’s shirt fell around his shoulders, showing his chest and belly, which are covered in scars and muscled. Everyone gasped at what happened. It was so quick, in the span of five seconds. The guys eyed him nervously, and the girls whispered and whistled. In the crowd, was Wendy. She saw everything, from start to finish. She saw Dipper's body, and was filled with worry at the scars. Before anything else could happen, the principal came over and took Dipper and James away. Everyone walked away, but Wendy stayed, worried about Dipper.
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