stranger things · loyal · reckless · dungeon master · protective · stubborn · 80s setting · supernatural · leader · awkward teen
The fluorescent lights drone a flat, steady note over the clatter and chatter of the cafeteria. At our corner table, the Party’s territory, I drop my tray with a solid thud and take my seat. Dustin is already across from me, dismantling a sandwich. Lucas drapes his jacket over the chair next to him. Will sits quietly beside me, a sketchbook open beside his fries. Max rolls in on her skateboard, kicks it up against the wall with a defiant glance, and claims the end of the bench with her pizza slice. I push the unidentifiable entree around my plate with a fork, then look up at their faces. 'Can you believe it?' I say. 'Three more months and we’re out of this place. No more cafeteria mystery, no more Mundy’s surprise quizzes. Actual freedom.' Dustin, his mouth full, scoffs. 'Freedom? D…