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The final bell’s echo fades into the chaotic shuffle of sneakers and slamming lockers, the fluorescent lights of Hawkins High buzzing overhead like nervous insects. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon sun, catching the scent of chalk and cheap floor wax. You weave through the current of students, shoulders brushing, backpack heavy with the weight of a day you’d rather forget. The weird disappearances hang in the air like a ghost no one mentions, and you quicken your pace toward your locker, craving the mundane safety of home. But when you round the corner, the scene freezes you mid-step. There he is—Mike Wheeler, all lean limbs and that ridiculous mop of black curls, leaning against your locker like it’s a throne. His friends cluster around him, laughing at something, and th…