(A/N: Before we begin, I'd like to recommend My friend DylanDreams and her CreepyPasta Fanfiction, "Remember us.")

*Pacifica POV*

"Wake up...." Called a far-off voice. I felt... weird. Like I was rocking on a boat but not sea sick. Or like my body was completely numb. Maybe both. It felt like that weird sensation of being in bed too long when you know you need to get up. Either way, I felt super weird. I felt like someone was poking my cheeks. No. PINCHING. "OW!!!!" I shouted out as a shock of pain shot through my now-red cheek. "Get up!" Spat a semi-familiar voice. I groaned in realization, my head ripping away from the soft pillow to come face-to-face with Gi-dork. "Come on stupid! Get up before-" Gideon began. He didn't get much farther before I stuffed my pillow into his whale-sized mouth and jumped out of bed. "Is there a reason behind waking me at 8 in the morning?" I asked sourly. I didn't know why though. I was usually very refreshed in the mornings... Whatever. Gideon's probably just been using too much of his "charm" on me to handle. I felt like I needed to punch something. Preferably fat, slow, and within five feet. "Mff-mff-" Gideon began, spitting out the pillow quickly after. "My dad? You working here? Over the summer? Remember?" Gideon asked, rolling his eyes. My eye twitched in anger, not that he cared.

"Yah. You should really get your butt down stairs before he brings HIS butt up here." That's it. I was about to loose my freaking MIND. He seriously thought he could tell me what to do? Let alone his FATHER? Please, I didn't even take my own father that seriously. Then again, they are hippies... No! My dad. His dad. The PRESIDANT'S dad. I didn't care. He was not gonna tell me what to do! Without even giving Gideon a second look, I shoved past him, grabbed my coat, and stomped down the steps. Of course, BUD was there. "Morning sun-shine. Made pancakes! Would ya like one butter cup?" Bud chirped. O.k. That KINDA back fired on me. I was expecting a couple of words along the lines of 'get sweepin' you dirty slave-child.' That way, bursting out the door and slamming it behind me wouldn't have sounded like such a crime. Nonetheless, I really couldn't go back after that. Not after making that great exit. Even if I forgot my- *mini heart attack* 'Wait. WHERE IS IT?! OH NO NO NO NO NO!!! I thought it was in my pocket! It has to be! Wait!' I turn around in a start, looking towards the shack. "WHERE'S MY PHONE?!?!?!" Birds fly from the tops of the trees as my shriek of absolute horror escapes me. In my heart, I prey it's still with me. I search the folds of my pockets. My shirt pockets. My pants pockets. The pockets of my hot pink jacket. What's the point? If it was on me, I'd know. It's the size of a bedazzled brick and has an antenna as long as a fishing pole.

"Great." I murmur as my feet drag me across the gravelly sidewalk. The air felt hot and dry as usual, making my skin crawl with irritation. My phone, my spirit animal, was left in the shack. I bet Gi-dumb-dumb sat on it like the fat, donut eating, beached whale he is... UGH!!! I can't go back for it now! Not after making that exit. Maybe I can climb through the window? Not a chance. I've roamed through the entire shack and haven't seen ONE ladder. And even if I did, I'd have to enter the shack just to get it, defeating the whole purpose. Maybe I could just spend the night at someone's house? Yah! That'll wo- Oh wait. I don't have any friends... Not a problem. I spin around on my heels, quickly taking in the scene of people, picking out every girl my age. Two girls. One Asian. One... horizontally tall. The Asian girl wore a green school uniform, pressed and steamed, sparkling with glitter in the sunlight. The fat gir- I mean modestly wide girl wore a pink tank top with pig tails. O-M-G.... "I found my people..." I whisper under my breath, building up the courage to bounce up to them. They were just across the street. Joy overwhelmed me as I began to skip across the street. I ignored the curses and middle fingers given from the drivers I stopped in the middle of the road, skipping to the other side. The girls seemed unaware of my presence, continuing their conversation about some 'totes hawt man-babe' the Asian met.

As I inched closer to them, about to tap one of them on the shoulder, my nerves began to kick in. What would I say? What if they weren't friendly? How was I supposed to stay the night at their house in one day? My imagination began to play at the back of my mind, reliving the day I arrived and bumped into Mabel. A lump grew in my lunges, sweat drops squeezing out of my pores. My legs grew stiff as I froze in my tracks and began to lower my outreached hand. I swung around on my heels, deciding to walk back to the shack, only to walk into a wall. O.k. I may have turned on my heels a little harder than I thought, because I wasn't facing the street anymore. But I was hurting. I landed on my butt with a thud, no doubt bruising something. "Oooowwww...." I moaned in distress, rubbing my behind, about to get up only for those two girls to turn around and race to my side. "OMG!!! Are you O.K.?!" The heavy girl asked. "Yah! You fell pretty hard!" The Asian commented. I was so stunned with sudden joy I didn't even answer, stammering like an idiot. "Yah- I- I'm -uh- I mean-" I began, only for the Asian to stop me. "I- Love- Your hair!" She exclaimed, taking the liberty to get behind me and brush her fingers though my hair. "It looks so LUXURIOUS!" The pig-tailed girl added, about to also feel my hair, only for the other girl to swat her hand away.

"Shouldn't you be calling an ambulance or something?" The girl hissed. This seemed to snap me back into reality. "Oh! I'm not hurt! I just- Didn't see the wall." I explained with embarrassment. The Asian seemed to wave this off, continuing with her hair-playing. "So, you're new here?" She asked, pin pointing it exactly. The other girl didn't say anything, just grunting and nodding in agreement. I didn't say anything either, mimicking the big girl's actions, nodding and grunting. The Asian grinned at me, exposing her pearly whites to the world. "You have such blue eyes!" The Asian exclaimed, staring into my eyes. "Where are you from?" The big one asked, only to have the Asian snap her fingers. "Grenda! I was, like, talking to her and you just butted in! Omg! Chill for a sec! Anyways, I'm Candy, the nice one. That's Grenda, the fat one." Candy said in a sweet Asian voice, with just a touch of valley girl mixed in. I didn't know what to say for a second, fazed by the "fat girl" comment. I quickly got over it though, assuming they were just good enough friends to say that to one another. "Nice to meet you!" I said in my perkiest voice. "I'm Pacifica!" Grenda lifted up an eyebrow and looked at Candy, almost like she was asking some kind of question that only Candy could hear. Candy didn't say anything, just nodding her head, as if to say "yes" to her question. "HEY!" Grenda began, digging into her purse shaped like a dog's head. "There's gonna be a PARTY at my house tonight! You should TOTALLY come!" She finished.

"Totally." I said, trying to keep my cool. "Totally." Candy repeated, almost as if to seal the deal, making it impossible to back out. They got to their feet once again, helping me to my own as well. "It's at 7 tonight. Wear something... pink." Candy began. "Not a problem." I replied with complete honesty, since nothing I brought had any other colors. "Great! I LIVE-" Grenda began, only for Candy to shoosh her. "Grenda! Are you crazy! Do you want everyone to know YOU'RE HAVING A PARTY AND ONLY COOL PEOPLE ARE INVITED?!?!?" Candy exclaimed, catching everyone's attention. I knew I should have seen this as some kind of a sign that she was bad news, but honestly I felt flattered. I mean, I was picked out of all these other people she probably knew for years, already being deemed cool enough to go to her friend's party. "Wanna hang with us?" Candy asked sweetly, already entwining her arm with mine, towing me along with them. "Where are we going?" I asked. "My house, obviously. I can't stand being seen in this dirty town. I've only been here for a month and I'm already beginning to smell like wild raccoon and moon shine." Candy answered a disguised tone in her voice. "Really?" I ask in surprise, not knowing why anyone would dislike living here. "Of course! Only a looser would wanna live here! Why? Do you like it here?" She asked, and, in a panic, I lie. "'Course not! I hate it here too! It's just- I was surprised we both hated it here! I thought I was the only one!" I croak out, barely pulling off a convincing smile.

"Omg! Yes! It's so true! Girls like us were meant to live in Las Vegas or something. This place just makes me wanna- UGH. And it's all because of my stupid dad's STUPID job with his STUPID video games!" She hisses with sudden hatred. I feel like I should say something, but before I can think of anything, I've been dragged to the door of a limo. "GET IN GURL FRIEND!!!" Grenda bellowed, shoving my backside into the open door held by a well-dressed old man. "Is this a-" I begin, only to be cut off. "A limo? Duh! Only poor people walk home. Unless they're, like, really poor people who don't have homes or whatever." Candy answers, rolling her eyes. "Yah. Extravagant though, don't you think?" I ask shyly. Grenda and Candy look at me in surprise, almost disgusted with what I just said. My face quickly turns red in embarrassment, realizing I probably just offended them or something. "Are you, like, POOR? Don't YOU have a limo?" Grenda asks, leaning in. My stomach turns, flipping and squeezing until it's filled with knots and anxiety. I live in a mobile home in California with my hippy parents! I have a pet chicken and nine pairs of bell bottoms! (Luckily, I didn't pack any.) I own home made flower crowns that I set out to dry so I can wear them for longer periods of time to save money on "accessories!" I'm (Sometimes) a vegetarian and (on special occasions) only eat food grown in my mother's garden!! If anyone's poor in this group, it's me! Holy crap! What do we do Paz?! LIE! LIE! LIE! "I- Uh- Of course! But... Mine broke down, so I'm stuck with this suckish ford my boss owns." I say, feeling satisfied with my answer. "A boss? Ew." Candy stated blankly. My heart leaps once more, causing my mouth to open up and say the first cover up that comes to mind. "D-Did I say boss? GROSS! I meant... Uh... BUTLER!! Yah! He said he could drive us in his car while we got ours repaired!" I retort in a rush, trying to fill in any plot holes to my story.

"Well, why didn't you just buy a new limo and dump the busted one?" Grenda asks, speaking at a regular tone for the first time. I gulp, sweat quickly forming on my head as my mind races around, figuring out every possible answer. Before I can even answer, Candy pops in. "Omg Grenda! Stop being so noisy! She doesn't have to tell you if she doesn't want to!" She bellows in annoyance. I quickly let my mind rest, knowing Candy's got my back if Grenda tries asking any more questions. Before I can say something to change the topic, Candy leans over, cupping her hand around my ear. "You can tell me later." She whispers into my ear with a grin on her face. My mind instantly begins racing again, coming up with excuses to tell her. I sat there for a good minute or two while the other girls talked until the limo came to a sudden stop. My body lurched forward an inch or two, causing the strap of my seat belt to pull against the forward motion of my person. It wasn't much, but Candy must have thought other wise. "DRIVER!!!!!" Candy shrieked, sliding back the black window separating the passengers from the drivers in anger. "WE ALMOST CRASHED BACK THERE!!! ARE YOU BLIND?!?!?" She hissed in complete anger. At this point, I stopped thinking of excuses for my make-believe limo. Now, all I'm doing is creating different escape routes in my mind without ruining our new friendship completely. "I'm sorry ma'am! I broke my leg last week and it's hard pressin' the brakes with a-" The driver began, only for her to continue her speech. "YOU- You are on thin ice sir... One more slip up like this, and I'm calling my father to tell him you're not cut out for taking care of his sweet angel's life!" She threatens. The man's silent for a moment, only to get out of the car, opening the passenger's doors to let us out.

"I apologize for my driver's ignorance. He doesn't seem to understand the effects of his recklessness." Candy says harshly. I Turn to see the driver who looks somewhat ashamed and angry. He looks old. Like, Methuselah old. He has a long grey beard that's been breaded, combed, hair sprayed, and tied in a bright red bow for perfection. He does in fact have a cast on his leg, as well as his hand. His nose is as long as a hummingbird's, also being well-shined and plucked of even the slightest hair. I look down at his outfit, seeing a wrinkle-free tux with a nametag reading "Mcgucket."