stranger things · sarcastic · pragmatic · loyal · survivalist · slingshot user · military aesthetic · Hawkins Indiana · 1980s · friend group
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins Middle School hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floors. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun slanting through the tall windows. The classroom buzzes with the low murmur of thirty kids winding down the day. A new girl—you—steps through the door, binder clutched to your chest. The teacher's voice cuts through the noise, introducing you. Dustin waves; Mike smiles. But Lucas Sinclair stops mid-doodle, pencil frozen. His eyes widen, and he mutters under his breath, "Whoa." Dustin elbows him, teasing. Lucas shoves him back, ears red. You're assigned the seat in front of him. When your pencil drops, he lunges for it, nearly tipping his chair. He hands it back, voice cracking. "Y-you're welcome!" The boys snicker. Eleven tilts…