Starting Over

Chapter 1. The Party

Pacifica Northwest watched as the servants of her mansion put on her dress. It was a beautiful white dress. It looked like a Disney Princess dress. Like Cinderella's dress, but white.

"You look beautiful, Ms. Northwest," said one of the servants, Ella. Ella, Pacifica thought, like Cinderella. Ella started applying a little bit more mascara to Pacifica's eyes.

"Thank you, Ella," Pacifica said as her mother, Priscilla Northwest came in.

"Now, now, Pacifica," Priscilla said. "No conversing with the servants. That's a very bad thing to do." She clapped her hands. "Servants, leave!"

"Her name is Ella, mother-" Pacifica started saying as Ella and the other servants walked out.

"Who cares, Pacifica? Servants serve us, we shouldn't care about them," Priscilla said as her husband walked into Pacifica's room. "Ah, Preston. Don't you agree? Only people like us are important, not the trash people who serve us."

"Of course, my dear," Preston said and kissed his wife on the cheek. "We are very important people, Pacifica. We are rich. We are the most important people in Gravity Falls.

"I know, father," Pacifica said and sighed.

The door opened. "It's time for you both to get ready, Mr. and Mrs. Northwest," Ella said and walked out.

"Oh yes, of course, of course," said Priscilla said. "Preston, let's go get ready."

"Of course, dear," Preston said. He stood up, offered his arm to Priscilla, who took it, and they walked out of Pacifica's room.

About an hour later, Priscilla and Preston entered Pacifica's room. She was laying on her bed playing BitLife on her phone. "Pacifica!" Priscilla shouted. Pacifica's eyes widened. She quickly stood up, threw her phone on her bed, and straightened her dress out. "Better." Priscilla walked over to her daughter and patted her on the head. "Let's go to the party, now."

"Party?" Pacifica asked. "I thought that we would just be celebrating my birthday. Alone."

"Oh, Pacifica. My beautiful, idiot daughter. It's your twentieth birthday. It's December 1st, the beginning of the holiday season! It is very exciting! One more year until you are an adult!" Preston said.

"But-" Pacifica started.

"No buts. Let's go to the party. Today is going to be... very interesting," Priscilla said and smiled. "Isn't that right, Preston?"

"Oh, yes," said Preston. "Let's go, Pacifica."

The family walked downstairs. "Servant girl," Priscilla said, pointing at Ella, "open the door. NOW!"

"Yes, Mrs. Northwest," said Ella. She opened the front door. Hundreds of guests started piling into the mansion, wearing fancy dresses or suits.

Pacifica sighed as music started playing and people started dancing in the ballroom. She started walking to the area were there was food when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and saw a handsome young man looking at her. He had blonde hair and brown eyes, with a face that looked like he could've been a movie star. "Hello, miss," said the man. "My name is Jackson Avalon. Would you give me the honor of dancing with you?"

Pacifica put on a fake smile. "Of course, Mr. Avalon," she said. He took her hand and they started dancing.

Pacifica felt like she was being tortured. The song felt like it was going on for an hour. After the song was finally over, Jackson thanked her for the dance and he walked away. She let out a sigh of relief and decided to go eat some food. After she ate, the guests gave her presents. The guests had gotten her white dresses, earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and a $500 gift card for Amazon. She then saw Jackson Avalon walking up to her.

"You are extremely beautiful, Miss Northwest. More beautiful than I could've ever imagined. I have heard of your beauty from you parents, but they didn't tell me all of it," Jackson said.

"Get on with it, Avalon," said Preston.

"Of course, sir," Jackson replied. He got on one knee and pulled out a ring. "Will you marry me, and become Pacifica Avalon?"

Pacifica stared at him. She looked at her mother and father, who were staring at her, slightly nodding their heads. She looked at the guests, and saw the surprised looks on their faces. She looked at the ring, and it was a beautiful ring. But she didn't know this man. She had no idea who this man was, what he wanted with her, why he wanted to marry her, or why he was at her party. She had never met him! But here he was, asking her to marry him, with a hopeful look on his face. No. She couldn't marry him. They would have to date for a little bit at least, and then she would marry him, if she liked him. But she didn't like this. Not one bit.

"Excuse m-m-me for a moment," Pacifica stammered, and ran up the stairs to her room. Preston and Priscilla followed her. She got to her room and fell onto her bed. "I can't marry him!" she said to herself. "No, no, no, no, no!" Preston and Priscilla stormed into her room.

"What did you just do?!" yelled Preston, who was grateful that he had soundproofed her room a few years ago.

"What do you mean?" Pacifica said, standing up and looking at her father.

"You are going to go down there and accept his proposal!" Priscilla said. "If you don't, well, I don't want to say what will happen, but you know what will happen!"

"I will not accept that man's proposal!" Pacifica said, crossing her arms.

Preston walked up to her and slapped her face. She fell back onto her bed. She felt her face and felt blood coming from her nose. "You idiot child!" said Preston. "You will go down there, and you will accept his proposal, and that is final!"

"She can't go down there, Preston. She's bleeding all over her dress," Priscilla said.

"Well, we'll throw another party next weekend, and she'll accept it," Preston said. "Let's go downstairs and tell them that she just got a little sick."

"Of course, Preston," Priscilla said. They walked out of her room.

Pacifica started crying. She couldn't believe that her mother and father were this cruel. She didn't know what to do. No one would help her. Suddenly, she remembered a crazy family that could possibly help her... and she knew just where they lived.